I walked out of the living room without saying a word to anyone and headed straight upstairs.
Silence followed me like a shadow.
I couldn't bring myself to speak, not when my mind was drowning in one thought.
Lena.
Pregnant.
Alone.
With kidnappers.
My jaw tightened as I pushed open the door to my room. I refused to accept it. Refused to picture her in that situation, helpless, scared… suffering.
But the more I tried to suppress it, the more vivid it became.
I clenched my fists.
I didn't even know what I was feeling anymore.
Was it anger?
Pain?
Or something darker?
No… it was both. A dangerous combination that burned through my veins like fire.
This was war.
And whoever dared to cross me like this… had just signed their death warrant.
I moved straight to my office, my steps steady but heavy with purpose. Once inside, I locked the door behind me and walked toward my personal vault.
Without hesitation, I reached under the desk and pulled a hidden lever.
