Broken hearts

“On my way,” Ranya replied, walking out of his apartment.

“Everyone is waiting, Ranya,” Damian said before ending the call.

It was Wednesday night, the night his father had organized a final dinner for his send-off. It was the last day in Texas before moving fully to the White House in Washington. Damian had just called to remind him of the dinner party.

The press had been publishing nothing but stories about his engagement. Sometimes he had to battle his way into his office through numerous paparazzi, trying to avoid any questions.

As he closed his apartment door, a tiny piece of paper slipped to the ground.

He furrowed his brow as he picked it up. Ranya might be the richest bachelor in Texas, but he led a very simple life. The only people with access to his room after Vivian left were Madam Danielle and two other domestic staff he hired to keep the apartment clean.

He owned a large estate where he would need to hire many people to keep the house in order, but he loved his privacy, e