Dying, I Left His Ruthless Bed

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n polish and impending death. I sat on the edge of the leather examination table, my fingers digging int

ine, a man whose loyalty to the Cameron

all me Mrs. Cameron. To the family, I was just a vessel that had failed

at stomach, to the only thing that had made the las

the fetal demise is your body's inability to sustain it. The tests

death s

one with trembling fingers, needing a distraction from the hollow ache spreading in my che

Kade Cameron and Carla Shaw

y handsome in his black suit, a dark god walking among mortals. And clinging to his arm, smiling like she owne

: A love that de

ke bile. While I sat here dying, carrying his dead

to remove the... tissue," Dr. Finch sa

gned away my motherhoo

table, staring up at the blinding surgical lights. Thr

together," one giggled. "Audie says Kade has been waiting three

en. That

e. "I'm going to administer the anesth

I whis

brows knitting tog

voice gaining a terrifying c

is madness. Th

g the authority of a Mafia Quee

ith fire and steel. I wanted to remember this moment, every scrape, ever

idn't scream. I let the physical torture kill the girl who used to wait up for Kade's car to come up the d

felt like lead, and the hospital gown offered no protection against the

omething granted to

f the hall slid open with a sof

a

kled with violence. He saw me instantly. His eyes, usually the color of cold st

grabbing my shoulders. His grip was bruising,

ls to kill my child?"

this on purpose. He thought I had aborted a healthy heir. Of course

g her," a soft, melo

n a white dress that cost more than my life was worth. She looked

he King, his Queen, and th

e last tether of loyalty, of fe

ing his murderous gaze. I was d

smile stretched

de the right cho

his grip tightened enough to snap bone. I welcomed his h