Page 14 of The Billionaire's Timed Wife

One Week Later

For the first time since my father called me to talk, I’m taking Naim’s disappearance seriously.

My trip to the United States was completely useless. I hired the best private investigators in the country and across Europe, but so far, there isn’t a single lead on his whereabouts. It’s as if he vanished into thin air.

In the twenty-first century, in a city like New York, filled with surveillance cameras on every corner, there’s not a single piece of evidence showing what my brother was doing or who he was with.

No, that’s not entirely true.

There was an official complaint that nearly turned into a police case, one that was quickly hushed up thanks to the good judgment of Guillermo Oviedo[27], CEO of the Caldwell-Oviedo hotel chain.

Apparently, Naim threw a party in one of the most luxurious hotels in New York without management’sknowledge, since he had rented out an entire floor. Among the guests were nearly twenty high-end escorts. According to what I was told, the next morning those women were walking half-naked through the hallways, embarrassing several guests, including senators and U.S. Supreme Court justices staying there.

In a closed-door settlement, Naim covered all the damages and even paid for every guest’s stay on the night of the incident.

I shake my head, gripping the stress ball on my desk so hard that my knuckles turn white.

I reported everything I’d discovered in New York to my father through a video call, and for a moment, I thought he wouldn’t survive the shame. If the heart attack doesn’t kill him, Naim’s scandals will.

Of course, I’ll keep searching for my half-brother until I find him, but deep down, I’m certain this won’t end well.

One of the detectives I hired said the last confirmed sighting of Naim and his security team was at a charity ball. Not just any ball—the event was hosted by none other than Odin Lykaios. There’s no footage, though. Just rumors.

So I did some digging of my own into the woman who seems to be at the center of the conflict between my brother and the Greek: Elina Argyros.

I hit a concrete wall.

There’s very little information about her online, aside from what I already knew—that she’s Argyros’s eldest daughter and a very beautiful woman.

Most likely, Lykaios, as the tech genius he is, made sure to erase anything from her past he didn’t want seen. But from what I did find, Elina doesn’t seem like the kind of woman who’d bow to my brother’s will.

And now, to make matters worse, I’ve just landed in Paris to discover the press is exploding with news that Naim hasn’t been seen in Rheadur for over three months.

That kind of leak could’ve only come from inside the palace. It’s not unusual for paparazzi to sneak into our emirate disguised as tourists, hoping for a scoop about our family.

Amin summarized the headlines for me: they’re speculating that my brother fled with the country’s money and is now living in a tax haven, surrounded by a harem.

I run a finger down the bridge of my nose.

Unbelievable. Just six months ago, my life was simple, focused entirely on business.

Now I feel like I’m trying to stop a runaway train.

The thought of losing control over my present and my future feels like a nightmare.

I close my eyes and lean back in my office chair, my mind overloaded. But I barely have a moment to breathe before my phone rings.

Despite my exhaustion, I smile when I hear the ringtone.

Jazmina—my dearest sister. My only dear sister, really.

The lunatic set aLady Gagasong as my ringtone, making my friends burst out laughing and earning me suspicious looks from business partners.

“What did you do this time, little flower?”

She hates the nickname, which is exactly why I use it.

“Kaled, I need your help.”