Diana's POVI waited for a while before I called the number again; it went straight to voicemail again. "Fuck!" I blurted out.

I began to go through the details of everything that Sebastian had sent to me concerning her— the school she went to, what she studied at the university, relationship status, work status,

financial status, and every single thing about her was in it.

As I glanced through, my eyes spotted an address. I took a good look at it. "It's New York City," I muttered under my ...