
The Billionaire's Regret
Marrying Sebastian Romano had felt like a wish granted too perfectly to be real… until reality crushed it.
For two years, Jasmine lived in a blur of champagne, penthouse lights, and a husband who looked at her like she was his entire future.
In the third year, the silence arrived.
The kisses turned into calendar appointments.
The marriage shrank into handshakes and small talk.
Then Jasmine found the truth.
Sweet messages that were not for her.
Hotel bookings that did not include her name.
A blonde secretary who did not know shame.
Jasmine walked out without looking back. She left her ring, the signed divorce papers, and her ruined heart on their ridiculous king-size bed.
What she did not know was that another life had already started inside her.
Five years later, Jasmine lived small on purpose. Quiet. Safe. Her child grew up without drama, without the weight of the Romano name. Jasmine promised herself it would stay that way.
Until Adrian.
Adrian was nothing like the men who used to own her world. Calm where they were cruel, clever without being cruel, steady in a way that felt dangerous only because she wanted to trust it. With him, Jasmine finally stopped feeling like a problem to fix and started feeling like a person to keep.
When Adrian dropped to one knee at a glittering Monte Carlo...Jasmine did something she had sworn never to do again. She thought about forever.
Then she saw him.
Sebastian Romano.
The man she had loved, left, and learned to hate in the exact same lifetime.
Those cold eyes. That unreadable face. The past she thought she had buried standing three steps away from her fresh start.
“Interesting,” Sebastian said. “Your fiancé… happens to be my brother.”
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Chapter: You Never Let Us EndAfternoon slipped into evening in the rudest way possible, quietly, without asking permission.On the surface, the penthouse still felt normal. Poppy ate her not-too-toasted toast while sitting at the island. Security moved beneath the skin of the place: elevators locked, corridors guarded, staff called back one by one for reverification, food unable to come upstairs without being checked first. But inside, Poppy spilled bread crumbs all over Bunny’s cardigan, Sebastian wiped them off with a napkin, Luca took call after call, and I sat there like a woman who had just hidden a grenade behind her ribs.Salma appeared not long after, wearing a suspicious expression and delivering a comment in Russian that didn’t need translating for Sebastian to know he was being insulted.“Full lockdown?” she asked, looking Sebastian up and down.“Temporary.”“All men say that before turning the house into a bunker.”I snorted. “I can’t argue with that.”Poppy immediately took advantage of Salma’s arriv
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Chapter: This Is A Terrible Time To Become Considerate“Mommy,” Poppy said more quietly, “why did your face get quiet?”I looked at my daughter.It should’ve been a small question. Just the voice of a four-year-old who had just woken up, hair still looking like the result of a failed negotiation with a pillow, Bunny in her hands, cardigan sitting crooked on him. But somehow, in the same room where Sebastian was standing far too still and Luca was pretending to be busy with his tablet, the question felt like a spotlight.I lifted my chin slightly and did what Belsky women had always done when their entire lives had just been set on fire with one tiny match.Lied with imaginary lipstick on.“I’m thinking about taxes,” I said.Poppy blinked.Sebastian didn’t.“Taxes?” Poppy repeated, like I’d just named a contagious disease.“Yes. Taxes. The scariest thing after broccoli and people who say beige is a lifestyle.”Poppy looked at Bunny.Then at the little cardigan now wrapped around the stuffed rabbit.“Bunny gets taxes?”“Not yet. But if Bunn
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Chapter: Turns Out I Was Walking Back To My HusbandI stared at my faint reflection in the glass closet door.My hair was tied low, a few strands falling around my face. My lips looked slightly pale. My green eyes were too wide. Somehow, my face looked calm in a way that was almost insulting to the situation.I looked like a woman deciding whether to burn down the building or just its owner.“Does he know?” I asked.Hazel didn’t answer.“Hazel.”“I can’t prove what Sebastian knows right now.”“Don’t talk like a contract clause.”“I can’t prove it,” she repeated, softer this time. “But based on the documents he kept, the safe, the password, and the fact that counsel was waiting for authorization from him, I’d say it’s very hard to believe he didn’t know the process was never completed.”I swallowed. My throat was dry.“He never told me,” I said.“I know.”“He let me call myself divorced.”“I know.”“He saw Adrian’s ring.”“Jas…”“He watched me stand in that room after his stepbrother had just proposed to me.”“And that is exactly why yo
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Chapter: The Ring Is Gone. The Marriage Isn’t.“Who is it?” Sebastian asked.I didn’t answer.Not because I was being dramatic. Drama required energy, and every ounce of my emotional energy was currently being used to keep myself from throwing my phone at the enormous penthouse windows, which, honestly, looked far too confident for something that could probably shatter if I threw a vase at them.Poppy was still asleep on the sofa, or at least doing her version of sleep, which meant keeping her eyes closed while occasionally moving one foot just to make sure every adult in the room remained alert.Sebastian sat at the end of the sofa, one hand still wrapped around her small ankle, the security tablet in the other. Luca stood near the console with the expression of a man who had already accepted that my personal life was now a new logistical problem.“Hazel?” Sebastian asked again, quietly.I looked at him for one second too long.That was my mistake.He caught everything. He always did. One tiny change in my eyes, one strange pause
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Chapter: My Marriage Is BufferingShe looked at me like I’d just offered her an indentured servitude contract. “What kind of fruit?”“Strawberries, melon, grapes. Salma cut them earlier.”“What shape?”I stared at her. “Fruit shape, Poppy.”“No. Yesterday the melon was cut into squares. Too geometric.”Sebastian looked down at her. “Too geometric?”“Yes. I don’t like food that has math.”“It’s melon,” Luca said, unable to help himself.Poppy slowly turned her head toward him. Her bangs were still covering her eyes. Somehow, the look was sharp anyway. “Then you eat it if you like geometry.”Luca raised both hands. “I withdraw.”I sighed and headed back into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and found the bowl of fruit, which had indeed been cut far too neatly. Salma, bless her practical soul, had cut the melon like an architect. I opened a drawer, took out a small knife, and started recutting a few pieces into shapes that made no sense. Half oval, half disaster. If a chef saw them, they’d cry. If Poppy saw them, she’d pr
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Chapter: The World Can Wait Outside“Full lockdown.”The words left Sebastian’s mouth without any raised volume, without drama, without a single theatrical gesture I could accuse him of enjoying. Somehow, the fact that he was so calm made the entire room move faster.Luca was already typing before the echo of the sentence had even died. Two fingers moved across the tablet, quick and cold. From the main room came a soft beep from the panel near the elevator, followed by the low sound of something locking deep inside the penthouse walls.Not a prison sound.Not an iron gate.More like a five-star hotel deciding the outside world was no longer elegant enough to come in.Poppy, still in Sebastian’s arms, lifted her head, hair stuck to her cheek and one green eye only half open. “Full what?”“Full nothing,” I answered quickly, walking closer before my brain had time to start screening its own horror movie. “The grown-ups are using boring words because they don’t have hobbies.”Poppy narrowed her eyes at me, unconvinced. Even
Last Updated: 2026-08-23

My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir
Five years ago, Sasha Rivera left Rafael Moretti on the night that should have changed their lives forever.
She had just found out she was pregnant and planned to tell her husband after dinner with the Moretti family.
Instead, his family accused her of cheating with evidence that had been cut, twisted, and arranged to destroy her.
But Rafael chose to believe his family, called her a gold digger, and let her walk away without chasing her.
So Sasha left.
Without Moretti money. Without telling Rafael she was carrying his child.
Now, she is no longer the wife looked down on by an old Milan family. She is a successful architecture and interior design firm in Los Angeles, and the single mother of a four-year-old boy with someone’s blue eyes and unmistakable face.
Her life is finally under control, until the biggest project of her career pulls her back into the past.
Her client, Noelle Jamesson, is a wealthy heiress who wants Sasha to design her family’s Malibu mansion.
And Noelle’s boyfriend is Rafael Moretti....
Colder. More powerful.
As Noelle’s boyfriend, Rafael is suddenly everywhere Sasha has to be. In meetings. At dinners. On the Malibu site. Standing too close, watching too carefully, saying her name like he still knows exactly where to cut.
Sasha can handle his coldness. She can handle his new woman. She can even handle the way her body still remembers him before her pride can stop it.
What she cannot handle is Maxime.
Her whole world.
Because if Rafael ever learns the truth, he will not simply ask for a place in Max’s life.
Rafael takes what he believes belongs to him.
And Sasha is terrified that ....he will come for the only thing she cannot survive losing.
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Chapter: Every Number Led HomePapa was still watching me.I picked up the kitchen towel and started wiping a little flour off the counter, mostly so my hands had something to do that didn’t involve accepting my father’s attention. Papa never interrogated.Mama came in like a tiny police siren, loud, loving, every light flashing. Papa was more like a door left open, quietly offering a way out.“Sasha,” he said softly, while Max was busy blowing on a cookie he still wasn’t allowed to eat and Mama was busy commenting that there weren’t enough chocolate chips on the left side. “Is the Malibu project okay?”My hand stopped over the flour for a fraction of a second.Brief enough for Max to miss.Not brief enough for Papa.I started wiping again. “The Malibu project is like every rich-people project. The contractor is still stupid, the ocean is still expensive, and Noelle is still trying to make her mother happy through pocket doors.”Mama immediately narrowed her eyes at the screen.Damn it.I knew that look. The same l
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Chapter: Very Cute, Legally ConfusingMax stared at all three of us.“No,” I repeated, because apparently three adults saying no in perfect unison still wasn’t enough to crush one person’s laundry-basket dreams.Max grabbed the hem of his white T-shirt, his little bottom lip pushing out slightly. His black fringe fell almost over his eyebrows, making his blue eyes look bigger, more wounded, more prepared to sue all of us in family court.“Family not supportive,” he said again, this time quieter and somehow more dangerous.Then he dropped to the rug.Not actually dropped, obviously. Max never wasted good drama on unnecessary injury. He went down on one knee first, then an elbow, then lowered his chubby little body onto his side like a tiny actor who had just lost his inheritance and had still been asked to behave in front of the photographers. He placed one hand over his forehead. One leg moved weakly.Very theatrical. Very unconvincing. Very Maxime.Papa leaned closer to the camera, studying his grandson on the floor with
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Chapter: We Call This FamilyMama narrowed her eyes at the screen. “You still haven’t changed out of your work clothes?”I looked down at my black T-shirt and linen pants that I’d changed into ten minutes ago. “I already changed.”“You still have your meeting face.”“My face is expensive.”“That’s not an answer.”“That’s an answer I pay for with skincare.”Max carried the iPad over to the sofa, then sat cross-legged on the rug right in front of the coffee table. “Abuela, I ate carrots.”Mama immediately pressed a hand to her chest. “¡Ay, qué milagro!”Papa clapped softly. “How many?”Max held up three fingers.I leaned against the island. “One.”Max turned sharply. “Mami, that’s confidential.”Mama laughed loudly. “He’s like Noah when he was little. Always telling half the truth with an angel face.”“Excuse me,” I said. “Noah still does that.”Papa nodded slowly. “A little.”Mama pointed at Papa without looking at him. “Don’t defend your son. Last week Noah said he ‘might have’ forgotten his own kid’s birthday pa
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Chapter: Peace, Love, & Regulatory ViolationsMy house greeted me with the sound of tiny plastic wheels hitting the oak floor.Tok.Tok-tok.Tok.“Fast lane!” Max yelled from the living room.I barely had time to set my bag on the console before something red and blue shot past the foyer with an alarming amount of confidence for a three-wheeled vehicle. Max was sitting on his little tricycle, his chubby legs pedaling wildly, his yellow shirt already replaced by a white monster truck T-shirt, black hair falling over his forehead, and his cheeks still carrying the aftermath of whatever dramatic life he’d lived through at lunch.“Maxime.”He didn’t stop. “I’m in traffic.”“Traffic usually doesn’t happen inside the house.”“This is LA.”Annoyingly, his argument wasn’t entirely wrong.He pedaled past the sofa, nearly clipped the ottoman, then took a sharp turn with his whole body leaning sideways like a very short Formula 1 driver who had never paid taxes. Behind him, his little dinosaur blanket dragged along the floor, tied to the ba
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Chapter: Divorce Assets & Male Audacity“You waived spousal support,” he continued. “You didn’t file a claim on any property, investments, shares, or marital assets. There was no settlement.”“I know what I signed.” I kept walking.“You were entitled to half of several assets.”I let out a laugh. “And this is why I don’t take legal advice from ex-husband.”“You could have taken enough that you’d never have to work again.”I stopped walking.Rafael stopped too.Dust passed between us, carried by the ocean wind. Behind him, the concrete mansion rose half-finished, raw and expensive. He stood in the middle of it all in a white shirt that was still far too clean for a construction site, dark sunglasses hanging from one hand, his face calm in a way that might have made a normal person feel safe. I had never had the luxury of being normal around him.“I couldn’t bring myself to take it,” I said.Rafael lifted an eyebrow. “Why?”“Because your family spent an entire night explaining that I married you for your money.” I adjusted th
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Chapter: Please Buy an Island and Leave Me AloneMy breath caught in my throat.On the screen, Max was still holding up the second piece of carrot like he was presenting evidence to a jury. His little mouth moved, saying something about the size not meeting the terms of the contract, but his voice sounded far away, buried beneath the hum of the AC and the single sentence Rafael had just used to split the modular office into a before and an after.Athena didn’t answer.I could see her reflection in the small window. Her shoulders were stiff, one hand still resting on top of her closed laptop. Rafael sat across from her without moving, but his head was tilted slightly in Athena’s direction with the cold patience of someone who wasn’t used to letting a question die without an answer.“Mami?”I looked back at the screen.Max had lowered the carrot. His blue eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You froze.”“Connection.”“Gaby didn’t freeze.”“Because she’s sitting next to you, Max.” I let out a small laugh. “Mami has to get back to work, baby.”
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His Ex Mistress, His Enemy
Four years ago, Dianna Rosa fell in love with a man who promised her the world.
Only to find out she was nothing more than his mistress.
Heartbroken and betrayed, Dianna walked away from Zane Romano, heir to the powerful Romano Group, without a word. She disappeared, carrying pain, fury… and a secret she swore he’d never know.
Now, she’s back. Not as the fragile lover he once knew, but as the lead attorney in a billion-dollar lawsuit against his empire.
Their reunion in the courtroom ignites a firestorm of old wounds, sharp words, and dangerous chemistry.
Zane is still cold, commanding, and dangerously charming. But Dianna? She’s not the woman he could control anymore.
One wants justice. The other still wants her.
But when buried secrets rise to the surface, they’ll have to choose....destroy each other, or burn together.
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Chapter: The Shape of UsThe light behind my eyelids felt too white for a world that had just gone up in flames.I woke slowly, not the cool cinematic kind of waking. More like waking with a dry mouth that tasted like I’d chewed on sidewalk chalk. My nose complained first: antiseptic, expensive linen, and something that reminded me of espresso machine coffee, not the instant stuff.Voices hit me before my eyes caught up, coming from the half-open door.“I’m going in first,” Ash barked. “She’s my mami.”“She’s my aunt,” Zoe shot back, louder. “I’m the cousin plus the princess. My rank is above yours.”“No! Mami is—”“If you raise your voices one more octave, you’re sleeping in the parking lot,” Krystal cut in, sharp as glass. “The doctor said she needs rest. Ash, lower your hand. Zoe, if you step on his foot again, I will sell every piece of glitter you own.”Two tiny protests flared at the same time. A chair scraped. Something fell, probably a crayon. Someone muttered in Spanish.My eyes finally gave up and o
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Chapter: The Line I Cross for YouZane climbed down from his firing position.Diego and another guy shoved inside, spreading out, rifles aimed at the far side of the room where the gunshot had come from. Two men in black—definitely not our people—dragged themselves behind a small forklift at the end. One wasn’t moving. The other tried to lift his gun with a shaking hand.“Put it down.” Zane’s voice cut through the room. Cold. “Now.”The guy turned, eyes wild. His right hand rose, the gun lining up with… me. Great.I held my breath. Erick pressed against the drum behind me, his body forming a thin wall.The next bullet didn’t come from the enemy.A single shot cracked. Diego. His rifle jerked up just a little, then dropped again with a blink-fast reflex.The man’s gun flew from his hand, clattering against the wall. He staggered, shouting, clutching the shoulder that was now bleeding.“Try it again,” Diego spat in Italian, keeping the barrel low. “We’re not the police.”Amelia lifted her hands higher, fast, her fingers
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Chapter: Cutting Zip-Ties and FateIf I ever claimed my life was dramatic, tonight the universe answered, “Hold this.”The hallway outside the door exploded in sound.Another shot. Close. A bullet slammed into the doorframe, splinters spraying into the room. Amelia and Sophia dropped into a crouch, backs pressed to the wall, their elegance evaporating along with whatever pride they had left.I hit the floor on instinct, half sprawled over Erick. The chair scraped again, loud on the concrete.“Di,” Erick hissed. His breath snagged in his chest.“Quiet.” My forehead pressed against his collarbone. “If you die, I need whatever energy I have left to yell at your corpse.”From the hallway came Diego’s voice, sharp and clear beneath the chaos.“Linea sinistra clear! Move slow!”Another voice answered, younger, fast. Probably Zake. “Two behind the forklift, twelve o’clock. I’m moving.”Then the voice that made my spine shake, even in a warehouse that smelled like rust.“Hold, Zake. Wait. They have hostages.”Zane.My ears cau
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Chapter: cover, coverThe second blast hit closer.The floor lurched for real this time. The light overhead stopped being décor and turned into a threat; the cable swung hard, its shadow dancing over the brick wall. Dust rained from the ceiling, stinging eyes and throat.“What was that?” Erick choked from the chair.“Picnic,” I muttered without thinking. “Gangster edition.”Amelia was already at the window. Her heels clicked on the concrete with a rhythm that didn’t match the situation at all. She yanked the grimy curtain aside and looked out.When she turned again, the change on her pretty face wasn’t dramatic. My brow even appreciated the Botox. Her jaw locked.“They’re here,” she said.“They?” I gripped the back of Erick’s chair, heart counting down on its own.The third explosion didn’t come from far away. It felt like something blew right under our feet. Heat rushed through the cracks of the window, carrying the bite of smoke and metal.Then… gunfire.The first shot cracked through the warehouse halls
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Chapter: Detonation"Okay, what plot twist is this supposed to be."The words slipped out before my brain caught up.Sophia leaned on the doorway like this was just an internal meeting relocated to hell. Black blazer, slacks, spotless white sneakers. Her hair was tied in a lazy knot, loose strands brushing her cheeks. Glasses hooked on her blouse collar instead of her face. One hand toyed with her phone, thumb sliding once."Seriously, D," she went on, her tone flat. "If you need fifteen more minutes for a dramatic reunion, I’ll resend the email. The one that says, ‘We found something about Erick’ in triple bold."I stayed on the floor. One hand on Erick’s knee, the other gripping the chair. My lungs dragged for air, my chest tight. My head still refused to accept what I was seeing."Sophia." My tongue felt like paper. "How did you even…""Get in?" She lifted a brow. "The door wasn’t locked, sweetheart. You just walked in too."That wasn’t what I asked and she knew it.Erick shifted weakly. "So…" his voi
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Chapter: The Side DoorIf there had been an award for the Worst Midnight Decision, I would’ve been holding the trophy already.I slipped past the iron gate and dropped onto the dirt road. Mud splattered my shoes. Milan’s cold bit straight through my hoodie. The narrow stretch ahead sat empty, washed in a thin ribbon of fog and framed by old trees leaning over the path. A low engine hum crept closer. A pale yellow glow broke through the dark.A taxi.Not a sleek black sedan with tinted windows. Just a regular city cab. White paint. A crooked TAXI sign on top that looked like it had survived too many bad nights. The engine rolled to a stop right in front of me. The driver lowered the window.A man in his fifties, gray hair, thin mustache, sly eyes that had clearly watched too many fools get into his car at even worse hours.“Signorina?” Thick accent. His gaze drifted from my face to the hoodie, to my pants, then to the gate behind me. He checked the address on the phone strapped to his dashboard. “Via… that o
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TO HATE, TO TOUCH, TO RUIN
As the wife of the Colombian cartel heir, Krystal Serrano is a symbol of diplomacy and control. Dressed in silk, wrapped in silence, and displayed like a crown jewel at the center of power. But behind the flawless smile lies a woman raised not just to survive, but to rule.
When her husband's betrayal ignites a war with the Italian mafia, Krystal is taken.
Kidnapped and hidden away by Zachary Romano, the young, ruthless Don who solves problems with bullets and buries questions with bodies.
He thought he had captured a soft, obedient mafia wife.
What he brought home was a storm in heels.
Krystal doesn't beg. She doesn't break. Her silence provokes, her lips taunt, and her gaze slices deeper than any blade. Inside the stone walls of his private villa, control begins to slip. Hatred turns into tension. Tension burns into obsession. And in their world, love always comes with blood on its hands.
The ring on her finger still binds her to a man who believes she belongs to him.
But what happens when a woman like Krystal meets someone dark enough to understand her, broken enough to match her, and reckless enough to want her?
Because there's a difference between loving a woman like Krystal…
And trying to own her.
And Zach Romano is about to learn—only one man can stand beside her.
The rest will be buried.
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Chapter: One Pill, Two Kisses, No RemorseHis eyes stayed on my face.Beep.Beep.“Zach, don’t you dare—”His palm cupped my jaw, firm enough to keep my face turned toward him. His thumb rested beneath my cheekbone, far from the injection mark on my neck. His other fingers slid into my hair behind my ear.He leaned down.His mouth closed over mine.I flinched.My body tried to pull back, but the pillow and raised head of the bed held me in place. My hand lifted too late, my left palm only managing to touch his chest. The hard muscle beneath his shirt didn’t move an inch.Zach’s lips were warm.Too warm.Too familiar.The faint taste of black coffee and tobacco touched my tongue. Then something small and slick passed from his mouth into mine.Bastard.I closed my throat, pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth, and tried to push it back. Zach deepened the kiss before I could.His mouth moved over mine with the calm of someone who knew I didn’t have the strength to truly fight him. His hand remained cupped around my face, sup
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Chapter: Red as Wine, Bitter as HimHe stayed seated on the edge of the bed, lifted the glass to my lips, and let my two fingers remain curled into his shirt while I drank.The last of the water went down more easily.Zach pulled the straw away before I could take another sip, then set the glass on the table. His hand returned to my face, his thumb brushing slowly beneath my cheekbone, as if making sure I was still solid and wasn’t about to turn into expensive dust all over Mama’s Egyptian cotton sheets.“I’m finding out who screwed this up,” he said.I blinked. “At the club?”“Everywhere.”No doubt.Zach Romano never investigated one room. He was probably tearing apart three countries, two pharmaceutical companies, and someone’s childhood just to find out who bought the needle.“And before you ask,” he continued, “I’m not telling you anything.”I scoffed. My voice was still rough, but the sound came out with respectable quality. My body might have nearly died, but apparently my irritation had been given priority care.
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Chapter: The Kind of Touch That Gives Men AwayI stared at him.He stared back.My mouth felt dry. “Water.”The word came out clearly.Low and rough, but whole.I froze.I swallowed, the pain only a small scrape now. “Water.”My voice.Actually my voice.It still sounded like I’d swallowed asphalt, but it was no longer dead air trapped in my throat. It had shape. It had tone. It had me.Zach’s eyes moved to my mouth.“It’s back,” I said quietly.The corner of his mouth shifted almost imperceptibly. “Sadly.”I smiled. My facial muscles did better this time. Both sides moved, though the right was slightly late, like it always had somewhere else to be.“Water,” I repeated. “Before I change my mind and die just to inconvenience you.”Zach picked up the glass from the table. His hand went straight to the bed controls, pressing the button with his thumb.The head of the bed began to rise. My body lifted with it, but my back still wasn’t strong enough to follow gracefully. My head slipped to the side. My neck tightened.Zach’s hand slid
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Chapter: The Darkness Brought Him BackI looked toward the window.The light outside had changed. The sun was no longer white and high. Its color was warmer now, clinging to the glass and the flowers like watered-down honey.I didn’t know what time it was.I didn’t know if it was evening or just an afternoon that had grown tired.My eyelids lowered on their own.Mama was still discussing food with someone outside. The broth had to be strained twice. The chicken could not come from the hospital farm. Very little salt. No cream. The potatoes had to be mashed until not a single lump could be considered a threat.Papa remained seated beside me. His fingertips moved through my hair. Once from the crown of my head. Down to the back. Then back again.I closed my eyes.Sleep came without pulling me under.No black water filled my ears. No invisible hands dragged me down. My body no longer felt like something heavy abandoned at the bottom of the ocean.I was light.So strange.Like every bone had been removed one by one, cleaned, t
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Chapter: Someone Kept Lifting the LidMama was still staring at the sheets with personal offense when Dr. Keller returned with a nurse and a woman in glasses carrying a small tray.On it sat one white bowl, a glass of water, several spoons in different sizes, and something pale cream that looked like food that had lost the right to have texture.I stared at it.The woman in glasses smiled at me. “I’m Dr. Rivas. I’d like to check your swallowing before we give you any food.”Mama immediately glanced at the bowl. “That’s the food?”“Rice porridge and thickened chicken broth.”“It looks like wall paint.”Dr. Rivas paused for one second. “The texture is designed to make it safer to swallow.”“Safe and appetizing don’t have to be enemies.”Papa lowered his face and rubbed his chin. His shoulders moved slightly because he was laughing.Dr. Keller took her place beside the bed. “We’ll start with ice.”The nurse touched a small piece of ice to my lips.Cold.The sensation arrived quickly this time, not three days later through ec
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Chapter: One Blink Means MurderThumb.I sent the command down to it.Nothing happened for one second.Two.Then the tip of my thumb shifted.Barely. So embarrassing.“Good,” she said.Don’t patronize me with kindergarten praise, doctor.“Index finger.”I concentrated.My index finger moved more easily. It only bent slightly, but it moved.“Good. Now your middle finger.”Ah.My favorite.Finally, a task suited to my natural abilities.I tried.Nothing.I stared at the finger.Try again.No.A tiny twitch started at the base, then died before reaching the first joint.Dr. Keller wrote something on her tablet. I turned my head toward her.She stopped writing.Papa sighed beside me. “Don’t kill her.”My eyes moved to him.“Your recovery will take longer if we have to fly in another doctor from Zürich.”I blinked once.Disagree.The corner of his mouth moved.Dr. Keller looked between us. “What did that one blink mean?”“She wants to kill you,” Mama said as she picked up a warm cloth from the basin. “But don’t take it p
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