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Chapter 21: Tied
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2026-08-19 13:28:45
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Azrielle’s POVThe doors to the procedure unit glided open with a sharp, heavy hiss. I surged forward, every instinct screaming at me to reach my son, but the figure striding out made my blood run cold.Declan burst into the hallway, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, a spot of fresh blood soaking through his sleeve where he had yanked out his IV. His dark eyes swept the corridor like a predator on the hunt until they locked onto mine."Where is she?" his voice rumbled, deadly and harsh, cutting through the sterile silence of the ICU waiting area.The chief doctor stepped out behind him, holding up a clipboard to intervene. "Miss Vance, the transfer was completely successful. The donor marrow has taken, and his vitals are completely stable."A breath I felt like I had been holding for five agonizing years finally escaped my lungs. Relief crashed over me so hard my knees trembled, but I forced myself to stand tall. "Can I see him? Please.""We are transferring him to a private recover
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Azrielle’s POV"No, that's not possible! There has to be another way!" I screamed, tearing myself frantically from Jasper's grip. I stumbled forward, my hands violently clutching Arthur's lapels as my tears blurred the world into streaks of sterile white. "Old man, please! Look at me! Tell me there's another way! He can't get to know about him! Not now... God, please, no!""Az, there is almost nothing else we can do," Arthur choked out, his shoulders shaking as heavy tears ran freely down his weathered, tired face. He put his hands over mine, but his grip was utterly helpless. "Look at him through that glass panel... Asher is slipping away from us.""No, you don't understand!" I sobbed, my voice breaking in the cold, quiet hallway. "He might not even want the child! Five years ago, I went to his family's estate to show him the medical report, but I was thrown out like trash! How could I possibly go back to him now and tell him I need him to save a child he probably doesn't even want?!
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Declan’s POVThe moment Mireille whispered into her ear, the atmosphere completely shifted. The cold, razor-sharp aura Azrielle had been projecting vanished, replaced by an absolute, blind panic that made her face go deadly pale. She wrenched herself away from me and sprinted toward the doors with that dickhead Jasper right at her heels.I stood frozen in the middle of the ballroom floor, my brows pulling down into a deep frown as I watched them disappear into the night. Something was wrong. Very wrong. I had never seen Azrielle look terrified like that.Before I could take a single step toward the entrance to follow her, Skye intercepted me, her posture stiff with fury, her fingers digging violently into my forearm."Declan! What on earth is the meaning of that?!" she demanded, her voice shrill enough to draw subtle, amused glances from nearby sports executives."Meaning of what, exactly?" I asked coldly, my eyes cutting over her shoulder to catch Marcus’s eye near the VIP lounge. I
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