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ratic rhythm against my ribs, a constant reminder of my precarious health and the fragile foundation of my ambition. Alessandra lay unconscious in the bed, sedate

room. It was Mrs. Albright, her voice trembling. "M

ing off the walls. "What do you mean, gone? I told

an. A very... imposing man. He just walked in, swept her up, unconscious as she was, and

rified face, her defiant eyes, flashing before me. Who would dare? Wh

ed, my voice tight with

s... they were like ice, sir. He didn't say a word, just looked at

development. "I have to find her." I stormed out of the hospital room, leaving Alessa

outing. "Pull up the security footage! Every camera, every a

he estate. And there he was. The "phantom." Tall, broad-shouldered, carrying Blaire in his arms as if she weighed nothing. Her head rested against

old, knowing smirk on his lips. Then, with a casual flick of his wrist, he raised his middl

ole, the monitors rattling. "Find him!" I roared, my voice raw with fu

umph. "Cade! What's going on? Who was that man?" She watched the footage of the 'phantom' on the screen, her eyes n

up, Alessandra!" I snapped, my voice cracking

eal lover, Cade. The one she was always hiding from you. The one she was really hav

ire truly been hiding something all this time? Was this man the reason for her sud

sing, a primal threat in my eyes. "Blai

think she'll just come back after you nearly killed her and our 'love child'?" She lau

ackers on every airport, every private jet terminal, every road out of here! I want to know where she is at all times!" My voice s

Alessandra," I said, my voice low and menacing, "I suggest you watch y

returned to the surveillance screen, to the last image of Blaire in the phantom's arms. A cold, possessive