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ation, declining Richard's call, and

erved the executive penthouse wing. The cab driver chatted casually about the Blackhawks' upcoming home opener, men

et nanny vetted by Aunt Catherine-settle Sophie into

otification. It was a text from

party at the estate tonight. They took my car keys and are trying to forc

ago, while everyone else mocked me, Eliza was the only one who secretly saved her allowance to wire me money and sent

ssage, an encrypted pi

taining her private journals and family keepsakes-is still locked inside the safe in Richard's second

ur DocA portal. The client demands an immediate neuro-consultation for his gra

t take orders from arrogant bullies who think money buys o

head, I stepped out into the carp

in a tailored miniature charcoal blazer. He had thick, jet-black hair and deep, guarded dark ey

caught a tiny, crescent-shaped birth

ery room five years ago. But I couldn't be sure; it had been a fleeting glimpse through tears and pain. Still, my h

ce softening naturally. "Ar

me with an observant, solemn gaze.

"That must be sca

ke a warm blanket." He looked down at his shoes, then back up with une

t, hesitating, and gently brushed a stray lock

ett

I stared at my private lap

ld, unapologetic text: 'DocA has rejected your $10 million consult

ondition was worsening by the week. DocA was the only specialist in the world with the exper

ogan to trace the server, Logan bu

the security detail-he

ha

e past few years, countless ambitious women, paparazzi, and rival

f the suite int

ed, gently caressing his hair. What stopped me in my tracks was the look on her face-it wasn't the calculated, predator

nnocent voice: "Can you be my

, distrustful son-had never asked anyone that. He'd never had a mother. He'd never known th

fury at the woman who had abandoned my son before he was even born, and fu

rked, my voice echoing like t

d toward

ides, pulling Leo firmly behind

ocked onto hers

, crimson lips, and an unyielding composure

nto her personal space, letting my size and authority crowd her against the window

n tilted her head, a cool, am

oice like silk over steel. "If you guarded your son as well on this floor a

was, yet she looked at me with

ed, my voice dropping t

d my suite keycard, and carried him

black dress. Run her background. Find out who she is, who sent her, and

he couch, still holding Leo. My son looke

be my mommy? She f

him. And whoever that woman was-the one who gave birth to him and then vanished-I would find her. I would make her answer for every tear Leo had