Chapter 4

Julian's POV

The private jet from London landed hours ahead of schedule.

Stepping out of the black town car, Julian slipped a velvet jewelry box into his pocket. Inside was a flawless Mayfair diamond bracelet.

He pushed open the heavy front door of the estate.

"Harper? I'm home." His voice echoed through the foyer.

He waited for her soft reply. None came. The hallway was perfectly dark, filled with a suffocating, unnatural silence.

A cold knot formed in his stomach. Walking down the hall, he flipped the light switch to his private study.

The sudden glare stopped him dead in…