Chapter Thirteen

Scarlett’s POV

The house is eerily quiet.

After Kieran disappears—literally disappears—I take my time exploring. The penthouse is sleek and immaculate, with white marble floors that gleam under soft lighting. Everything is so… controlled. There’s no clutter, no trace of chaos—no trace of him either.

But what unsettles me most is what I don’t see.

Not a single portrait. Not one photograph. No smiling faces in frames, no memories on the walls, not even a dusty ...