The morning sun was soft, golden rays streaming through the glass walls of the King mansion and brushing against the white silk curtains. The entire house was quiet — too quiet. The hum of activity that usually followed Logan’s presence was gone. His employees had taken orders to keep their distance while he was away on a three-day business trip overseas.
Skylar shifted beneath the sheets, her body sinking deeper into the bed that still smelled faintly of Logan’s cologne. For the first time in days, she had slept deeply — no stress, no cameras, no press. Just silence.
But peace was not built to last.
Her phone buzzed once, then again, until the vibration turned into a shrill ring that echoed through the room. Skylar groaned softly, turning away and pulling the duvet over her head. Whoev
