Unyielding Vengeance

Twenty long days. Every hour that passed without a hint of Selena gnawed at my pride and stoked the flames of my anger. 

I stood in the study of my mansion, the air heavy with tension, as I reviewed yet another report that confirmed the worst: Selena had vanished without a trace. The silence of failure roared in my ears.

"Twenty days, and nothing," I barked at the assembled guards, my voice echoing off the marble walls. Their faces, drawn and anxious, offered no comfort. 

One guard dared to speak, "Sir, we've searched every inch of the premises, every hidden room, every corridor, even the surrounding grounds. There's simply no sign of her."

My frustration exploded. "No sign? Then do you honestly expect me to believe she's nothing more than a ghost? If days have passed without even the faintest clue, it means my chances of finding her are nearly non existent!" I slammed my fist against the desk, sending a stack of documents tumbling to the floor.