Reynold’s POV
I pulled up to the house with a smirk tugging at my lips. Victory had never tasted sweeter. My plan was flawless—airtight. There was no way it wouldn’t work.
But the moment I stepped inside, the grin slipped right off my face.
Housekeepers rushed past me, dragging suitcases and loading bags into the back of a black SUV. What the hell was going on?
“Reynold, you’re finally home,” my mom called out, her voice laced with worry as she hurried toward me. “Your dad and I have been trying to reach you all day. Where have you been?”
I narrowed my eyes. “What’s going on? Why are my bags outside?” My voice edged with confusion.
My mom blinked at me like I’d grown two heads. “Reynold, we told you—we’re leaving the country for a while.”
My stomach dropped. “You didn’t tell me you
