THE CEO'S ACCIDENTAL BRIDE

an't take

came. The IV tugged at her wrist, a dull pain she barely registered through as panic gripping her ches

ent sent waves of exhaustion through her, but she couldn't stop. "W

bbed, her voice cracking as de

econd, hope flickered-was he returning the infant

sharp sting in her arm

word slipping from her lips

res above her blurred into so

e man turning away with the b

he crib beside h

***

ed from the bathroom, throwing on my nightie, my damp hair clinging to

door, the breath c

worn, stood Mr. Grey

I'd known for nineteen years. They hadn't fought to keep me. They'd replaced me wit

orstep, I felt a strange deta

had spread like ivy. Deep lines carved into his face made him seem older, weaker.

. Mr. Greystone was not

aid stiffly, s

e space like a storm cloud. I followed, watching him sink into the couc

ash

ice from that day, echoin

. No matter what, you'll

rehearsed and hollow. He said it beca

t her voice wavered, uncertain. For a moment, I'd felt the

t Mr. Greystone found out I wasn't his biological daughter. She knew how each strike left b

stayed

last time his hand swung at me, I struck first-a

s jaw clenched so tight it seemed like it would snap. It wasn't just anger-it

sent

sk my burning questions "What are you doing her

and fine lines had begun to form on his face. If not because of my relationship

to reply, butonly a

e landed him in this st

y and physically exhausted, but I can't just as

as I tried to steady my thoughts. I didn't know what I expected fro

ng blankly ahead. I placed the glass in front of him and

hear him walk into the kitchen. I only felt a small s

rept over me. Some

why you are here and looking like this.' I said

I'm so sorry, please

o tell him my mind to scream out my anger at their betrayal, to

em was too weak to gene

im with confusion evident in my eyes. I n

avy, pressing against my chest like a vice. From the shadows, two

ut the world around me grew

the last things I saw as I fell into the gro