ALEXANDER’S POV
It had been days since I’d heard anything from Nia.
I kept texting her, hoping for even a single reply. Something to tell me she was okay. But nothing. The silence was crushing.
One afternoon, I tried calling her when I knew Caleb should’ve been at work. The call went straight to voicemail.
My stomach dropped.
Caleb must have found the phone and taken it from her.
I ran through every possible scenario in my head, none of them good.
Where was she? Was she safe?
I couldn’t shake the gnawing fear that she was trapped, and I was powerless to reach her.
The conference room was packed with shareholders, their eyes fixed on the presentation as Castor Brighton, Caleb’s father spoke. The air was thick with tension and ambition, the kind of room where decisions were
