Olivia’s POV

As anticipated, Mia and I boarded one of Alexander’s private jets for the trip to Chicago, making the journey far more comfortable than a commercial flight.

Mia, experiencing her first time in the air, was visibly nervous, her little hands clutching mine as nausea set in. I pulled her onto my lap, stroking her back gently to reassure her she was safe.

“It won’t be long, sweetheart,” Alexander said, leaning over to ruffle Mia’s hair. “We’ll be landing at my ...