One month later, in Belcrest.
When I returned home, my parents were overjoyed. They didn't blame me for running away from the engagement all those years ago.
After learning what I had endured, my father had spent the month torn between wanting to scold me and not having the heart. In the end, he joined the effort to dismantle Nathan's commercial empire.
The sun shone brightly that day. My mother came over, sat across from me, and gently took my hand.
"Nathan called again yesterday," she said, a trace of mixed emotion in her voice. "He wants to see you."
"How many calls does that make?" I asked.
"One hundred and thirty-seven," she said. "He calls several times a day. When one number gets blocked, he uses another."
Adrian had asked his people to investigate. Nathan was now living penn
