Billionaire's Reborn Wife [new]

he raised a hand and touched her throat-the skin felt hot and swollen beneath her fingers. Sh

h. A hazy, glimmering light had appeared in the corner of the dark prison cell, filling

t minute? She groaned and tried to move her body. Besides the pain in her throat and the aching in he

ave let me di

ep voice as

but that was impossible. What would he be doing in prison? She closed her eyes.

ep voice said. "You're not dying, a

The prison was lonely and too quiet. Talking to herself filled the

self staring up at Sean Blair. Though it had been years, he looked exactly the same as th

nd and stroked his cheek-touched by his presence. She hadn't gotten a single visitor sinc

ly trips to the prison showers, she managed to catch her reflection in the polished metal mirror bo

d. Her throat ached with each word, but she continue

ed, and Sean asked, "Wha

The ramblings of a dying

" he asked. "Why do you keep

deserve your forgiveness, but please,

round hers, and she smiled

*

tops of her cheeks. Though her skin was pale, she still looked lovely and beautiful. Her delicate fea

doctor," h

checking Catherine's vitals, took her pulse, and li

tor said. "Her neck is inj

said. "She's hallucinating an

octor said. "She's been throu

beneath her eyes, and a hideous blue bruise spread across her

heek, and her eyes flickered open

e," she whispered. "I

s eyes and willed the strange, hopeful feeling to go away. She was confu

ked. "Is this place really a prison

I have to escape? I'm dying, Sean. I've paid

to die?" S

I trusted betrayed me, and I have nothing left to hope for

at. His chest ached. She'd rather die than be with him. She wis

ordered a servant as he

*

ack as her prison cell. A thin beam of golden sunlight filtered through a gap in the curtains. Curtains? There weren't cu

sappeared, and she found herself in a soft king-size bed wrapped in a down duvet. She looked around the room and found surprisingl

ving slowly, she swung her legs out from the bed and padded barefoot across the soft, s

ouched her own face, amazed at how soft it felt beneath her fingers. Hardly daring to believe her eyes, she leaned closer to the mirror and looked again. There were

ling bruise on her neck. She slid her fingers down from her face to the bruise a

there was a servant som

servant replied from

s. Blair? She must

is it?"

t," the servant scolded. "It's your wedding d

day?" she

he servant said. "Or I'll have to tell M

herself in the warm duvet. Her head spun. The last thing she could remember was burning with a fe

wedding day?" she ca

said. "Are you sure yo

know,"

y had happened ten years ago-what was the servant talking about? And

Stewart, running across the wooded estate, the dogs chasing after her. She shuddered and ran through the rest of her mem

he heard the servant whisper

or crashed open, and Sean B

a talk now," he said. "Because we