The Exiled Heiress Returns For Her Son

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my hair, plastering it to my forehead as I gripped the sterile

aby is out!

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ast shred of strength in my exhausted body. "Let

he doctor commanded coldly, ignorin

de of his tiny head. For one fleeting second, I saw it-a small, crescent

newborn son in a white blanket and carry him straight out the heavy

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om my body, the monitors shrieked in a high-pitched f

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ptic filled my throat. As the world faded to black, the doctor's robotic voice de

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gs fought for air. I blinked against the morning sunlight streaming through the cabin window,

ophie. She was clutching her stuffed rabbi

Sophie whispered softly, restin

ing in the scent of baby powder and strawberries. My heart ached wit

memory of the nightmar

k at a celebratory banquet. I never found out who was behind it. I only remembered waking up in a pitch-black

aotic night left me

Looking to rid himself of a scandal, he hypocritically handed me the management of Alistair BioTech-a company he beli

le pouring every ounce of my soul into reb

hree da

es of that Chicago clinic. My son had never died. His records were falsified, and

y was

nger flared in my chest. If I ever found that reckless bastard, I wouldn't just

issing Sophie's forehead. "We're almost in

ting her head. "Grandpa said on the phone that he'

ly profitable biomedical enterprise in Europe, Richard and Declan were shamelessly demanding that I hand ove

, tapping her nose. "What did we

bright mischief. "Fi

sports sidebar, a breaking headline flashed with a photograph o

made my br

r damp with sweat. His jaw was chiseled from slate, his shoulders impos

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at dark hotel suite five years ago overlapped per

ible. An elite hockey superstar wouldn't be tangled in

on lipstick. Looking at my reflection in the window

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