Chapter 88

Selena's POV

My heart lurched to a halt as the voice pierced the air. It was a voice I hadn't expected to hear, certainly not here, in the heart of New York City, not in this very building, not in the lobby.

It was the voice that haunted my dreams, a phantom echo in my mind. The last time I'd heard it was on the news, an interview that played on repeat in my nightmares.

What was he doing here? My frantic gaze swept the lobby until it landed on him. I stared, dumbfounded, barely registering the two bodyguards who materialized protectively around me.

Jake Marino. He'd finally found me. My thoughts were a chaotic mess. Did he know about the kids? Was this about the divorce papers? Maybe he was here to confront me for the Italy fiasco.

I'd planned to distance myself from the company to avoid exactly this scenario. But he was right about the security - they'd follow me anywhere, drawing unwanted attention. Here we were, face-to-face in my office, a battleground of shifting blame.

"Vanished