, I walked into our mansion to the sounds of him wit
, under his grandfather's tyrannical thumb, was using an intern, Chand
s coldness towards me. He even planned to marry her once she was pregnant. My heart shattered,
d Branson to believe Leo was a foster child. In a fit of rage, searc
, and I was violated by his guards. Desperate, I jumped from a cliff,
He tried to win me back, but Chandler's taunts restored my memories, fueling an unyielding
d severely injuring Kai. My revenge was complete, but the cost was immen
pte
inst the door for a moment, the smooth, cool wood a small comfort against her tired back. The hospital ha
ouse, usually a symbol of Branson' s love and their shared life, felt cold and impersonal
when she
pstairs. From
asp, a woman's
a sound she knew intimately. The sound of weight shifting,
ounds grew louder, less inhibited. A lo
plunge. A pain so sharp it stole her breath. She clutched the banister, her knuckles
trapped in. Branson, the powerful CEO who swore he loved her more than life it
the thi
n forced to listen to her
This time, it was just a cold, hard finality. Enough
se, unable to take another step toward that room. She retreated to the small study do
d herself. She didn't cry. The tears had run dry after th
e day he had sworn they would be enough for each other,
led her. She pulled out her phone
you to come to the
d through her numbness. He w
r' s ovulation window. The doctor said it' s the
, Burrel Davis. The puppet
disorder that had claimed his mother and was slowly killing h
their wedding night, his eyes dark with a pain she had
obsessive, about contraception. He loved her with a desperate, possessi
ty, had delivered his ultimatum from his deathbed. He needed an heir to
nd his grandfather's tyranny, Branso
young, fresh-faced, with wide, innocent eyes that conceale
ugged at a family dinner, then had Chandler led to his room. Branson had
ce wrecked with guilt. "He forced me, Al
her love for him,
nt. And this, the third tim
ntern had stood in their living room, looking small and nervous in her sim
ispered, her voice tremb
what you're paid to do and nothing more," he
yes filling with tears. It w
is, turning their marriage bed into a stage for his perverse endgame. He wanted to ensure
go up there, stand i
to block out the noise. But it was useless. The sounds seep
' s guttural responses. The frantic, desperate
An assault on her
d lust, filled with his customary regret. He would come to her, wrap his strong arms around her, and tell her how much he loved her
ve him. She would let him hold her, let his
ag
spital for her first egg retrieval procedure, a secret she kept from ever
He held her hand as the doc
he had promised, his voice a low, comfo