Page 188 of Bride By Coronation

She offers, "Whoever's behind this, they know how to cover their tracks. But we will find out who's behind the plot. I promise."

I point at them. "You two are the only ones I can fully trust besides Sean and Zara. So I need you to do your job. Do you understand me?"

"We're—"

Valentina slaps her hand over Brax's mouth again. "We're working on it. Trust me, we will find out who's behind this."

"Find out," I demand and then rise. I grab my phone off the floor and slide it into my pocket.

"Where are you going?" Valentina asks, quick on my heels.

"To my wife."

"You can't go there," Brax states.

"Bullshit. I can go any fucking where I want, and don't forget it," I warn, pushing the button on the elevator.

"Kirill, you need to give her time on her own," he says again.

"Come on! Goddamn it!" I say, slamming my fist into the button, pissed that the elevator still isn't fixed.

Valentina adds, "Kirill, she's in bad shape. Just let her be with her family right now."

"I am her family!" I roar.

She jumps backward, her eyes wide.

"Fuck this." I go over to the staircase and jog down all the flights. I reach the bottom, push open the side door, and run to the front, where my SUV is parked.

Ivan asks, "Where to, sir?"

"Airport." I text my flight crew.

Me: Get the plane ready for New York, pronto.

Arina: Got it.

I stare out the window. The buildings go by in a blur as I wonder how I got to this point.

My wife can't hate me after loving me so unconditionally, can she?

Why didn't I tell her what I knew?

Would she hate me any less if I had?

My phone rings. I glance at the screen and answer, "Draco, what is it?"

His voice is laced with frustration. "All the video footage is out. We can't get it back up."

"Why not?" I question.

"The entire building just lost the internet," he informs me.

"So get it back up."

"It's not a typical outage."

My gut dives. "Meaning?"

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