Rising From Shadows: The Billionaire's Cold Revenge

blood turn into slush in his veins. He watched his wife

ago, the world had been compressed i

the rhythm of the heart monitor next to the bed. Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound was cutting through Ephram's nerves like a serrated kni

ip, adjusted a valve, and then finally turned. He took the stethoscope from arou

said. His voice was low, professional, but

spital bed, the cold steel biting into his skin. He looked at the woman in the bed. She looked so small. The grandmother who had ra

Her breath fogged up the plastic oxygen mask covering her face.

ound hers. Her skin was ice cold. He leaned in

sound was a rattle in her che

s sternum. He swallowed the bile rising in his throat. He forced

said, his voice cracking. "

he screen was shattered, a spiderweb of cracks over the glas

ng. And ran

tared at the dark screen. His

wo. Three.

the speaker. "I told you I'm working la

whisper. "Erlene, please. You have to come to the hospital. Grandma

nd. Then, the sound of background

one shifted, becoming smooth, practiced. "The rain is insane out here. I

," a man's voice drifted throu

hone. Then Erlene's voice came back, sharper, higher pitched. "Look

lence that followed was lo

lack. He felt a burning sensation behind his eyes,

" he lied. "The rain is jus

emed to settle. He

ing. "I'm going to get coffee,"

He hit the button for the elevator and rode it down to the ground floor. The automatic

if the rain was really that bad. He stepped

as gleaming under the streetlights. Ephram knew that car. Erlene had boug

enger do

as wearing a black evening dress that clung to her hips, the

nson. The man who was supposed to be in Europe receiving treatme

the car and pulled Erlene close to him. He wrapped his arm a

deep, hungry, right there in the rain, under