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CHAPTER- 61 Where Is Estella?

ALARIC'S POV

I wake up from a bad dream, my heart racing. Why am I feeling so breathless? It feels like someone is pulling a part of my heart away. I sit up in bed, confused and worried. I don't know what is happening, but I hope everyone is alright.

The first thing I do is call Albert. "How is Grandma?" I ask quickly. Albert tells me she is fine and sleeping peacefully. I feel a little better, but the worry doesn't go away. I call my parents next. They are safe too, and my father tells me not to worry.

Then, I think about Estella. For some reason, my chest feels heavy, and a voice in my head whispers that something is wrong. I grab my phone and call Estella. The phone rings, but she doesn't answer. I try again, but still no response.

Now, I am starting to panic. I call Ian and Charlotte, but their phones are not responding either. My hands are shaking, and I feel restless. I can't sit still. I grab my phone and call my assistant. "Get the jet ready right now," I say firmly. "I need to leave immediately."

I rush to get dressed, my mind racing with thoughts of Estella. I don't know what's going on, but I can't rest until I see her and make sure she's safe.

After a long and anxious flight, I finally reach Estella's house. As the car comes to a stop, I notice police vans parked near the house. My heart sinks like a stone in water. Panic rises in my chest, and my breathing becomes faster. Without waiting a second, I rush toward the door, my mind racing with worry.

Inside, I see Ian and Charlotte sitting on the couch, talking with a police officer. Charlotte's face is pale, and Ian looks unusually serious. My stomach churns as my eyes scan the room, desperately searching for Estella.

"Maybe my intuition is wrong," I whisper to myself, clinging to the hope that she's fine, that nothing bad has happened. "Estella has to be okay. She has to be safe."

But no matter where I look, she's nowhere to be found. My hope starts to crack, and fear grips me like a vice. Something terrible has happened—I can feel it deep in my soul.

AUTHOR'S POV

"Excuse me, sir," a police officer says, stopping Alaric in his tracks. "What are you doing here?"

The officer's voice draws attention, and Alaric sees Ian and Charlotte turn toward him from where they're sitting with another officer. Charlotte's tear-streaked face and Ian's pale, fearful expression make his stomach churn. Before Alaric can respond, Ian steps in.

"Officer, he's our friend," Ian says, his voice steady but strained. The officer nods and leaves them alone.

Ian walks over to Alaric and grabs his arm. "Come with me," he says quietly, leading him outside. Once they are far enough from the police, Ian sighs deeply and looks directly at Alaric.

"What's going on?" Alaric asks, his voice filled with fear. "Where is Estella?" His stomach twists painfully as he waits for an answer.

Ian hesitates, his fear evident. Finally, he speaks, his voice trembling. "Alaric... Estella is missing since last night."

Alaric feels the ground shift beneath him. It's as if the world has turned upside down. His breath catches, and his hands tremble. "What do you mean, missing?" he shouts, his voice breaking with anger and panic. "How can Estella just disappear?"

Ian raises his hands to calm him. "Listen to me, Alaric," he says, his voice firm despite the fear in his eyes. "We came back home after dinner late last night. When we got here, Estella was gone. We searched everywhere—called everyone, even checked the hospital—but we couldn't find her."