I snatched my phone, dialing her number over and over. Rings echoed, unanswered. Then dead silence.
The butler entered quietly, eyes wary. “Sir… she’s not picking up your calls.”
Helena’s voice trembled behind me. “Dominic… what’s happening? Why are they saying this? Why—”
“Shut up!” I barked, chest tightening, mind spinning. Evidence. Betrayal. Seraphina. Nothing added up. She wouldn’t dare. She couldn’t.
Then the butler’s phone buzzed. He answered, face paling. Slowly, he lifted his gaze to me.
“Sir… we just received a traffic incident report. Miss Seraphina… she was hit by a twelve-wheeler truck. She… is dead.”
Dominic’s POV
“Sir…” The butler’s voice cracked like glass. His eyes couldn’t meet mine. “We just received a traffic incident report.”
My chest tightened. Something in his tone made my blood run cold.
He swallowed, trembling. “…Miss Seraphina was hit by a 12-wheeler truck. They say… she’s dead.”
For a moment, the world turned silent. My jaw clenched, my breath stuck in my throat. Dead?