Nick’s POV
I was pacing downstairs like a caffeinated squirrel after breakfast, pretending I was waiting to talk to my dad about some high-level business emergency. Of course, that was a bold-faced lie. I only told Nara that so she wouldn’t suspect I was on edge about that creepy-ass message she got this morning.
To anyone else, it might’ve looked like one of those random spam messages — you know, the ones promising you’ve won a yacht or a cursed diamond ring or something equally stupid. But not to Nara. Not when your father-in-law is Henry Gold, the big boss behind one of North America’s most terrifyingly powerful conglomerates, and your husband — hi, me — is next in line for the throne. And don’t even get me started on how Nara just landed a sparkling new position in the company just f
