Daniel's POV --
My fingers dig into the steering wheel, the leather creaking beneath my grip. I drive fast—too fast—but I can't stop. It's been a week.
A week of sleepless nights, endless calls, and empty roads.
And still, no sign of Dane.
I did everything she asked, obeyed her like a fool, thinking she'd let him live. But he's gone. No trace. No message. Nothing.
Maybe she really killed him.
I call her again. No answer. Again. Still nothing.
By the time I reach the Hale mansion, my pulse is a storm. I slam the door shut and walk inside, ignoring the servants who bow with lowered heads. The house looks the same as always—grand, perfect, cold. The house of lies.
She's in the living room, lounging on the couch with a glass of red wine, her face calm, perfectly painted with arrogance.
She doesn't even look surprised when I appear.
"Son," she says smoothly, "you came. What a surprise."
I walk closer, each step heavy with anger. My voice is low, shaking.
"Where is he?"
