Jonathan Montgomery,
I stormed into the hotel, my mind racing with the chaos unfolding around me. Reporters swarmed outside like vultures, their voices a distant hum of accusations and speculation. Cameras flashed, capturing my every move. It was a disaster—no, a nightmare. My business was on the verge of collapse, my name was being dragged through the mud, and worst of all—Ethan was gone.
I was supposed to be on an early flight to the USA, but now, standing here in the middle of this mess, I knew I couldn’t leave. Not yet.
The second I stepped inside, Anna, one of the housemaids, rushed toward me, her face pale and twisted with panic.
“Master! What are you doing here?” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would draw more unwanted attention.
