Unlucky Woman

|Ace’s POV|

My heart is racing inside my chest, threatening to jump out of my own mouth as I search room after room for Meera.

The gala wrapped up an hour ago and all the guests have left for their respective homes. The sun sets upon the horizon of New York city, drenching my entire penthouse in the golden hues of the evening but as the tangerine turns violet, my worries grow because I still haven’t had any success in finding my wife.

I haven’t seen her since she left my study this morning after I practically assaulted her in front of a pervert just so I could keep his paws off of her.

Serena enjoyed the shit out of that show and I was left with nothing but utter despair and disgust with myself for having treated my wife in such a lewd manner.

But after that, Serena had left me with Viktor for about fifteen minutes— probably disappearing to raise hell somewhere else— and in those fifteen minutes, Viktor had the gall to enquire about my wife at least twice before I had subtly warne