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Chapter 59: Torn Between Two Worlds

Author: Lisa k. Smith
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-19 16:16:41

Alistair's breath caught as a sweet voice twisted through the darkness, just above a whisper. Alistair

He fluttered open his eyes, his chest rising and falling irregularly, a chilly sweat dripping off his skin. Though the antiseptic medical room looked far away from the delicate sound, it remained hauntingly present.

Stretching a quaking hand forward, he fingered the dense void next to him. Belle? His voice broke, almost inaudible.

The stillness was dense and unrelenting in response. Sitting up slowly, the acute stinging of memory—or its absence—cutting deeper than the chill.

Where are you? His voice was hoarse and frantic, the solitude gnawing through the stillness.

His eyes flitted over the white walls, the monitor flicker, the low mechanical hum. Shadows danced, curling into forms that nearly matched her figure, smooth curves, a touch of laughter, warmth caressing his cheek like a sweet breeze.

Reaching out, though, it disappeared, leaving only the name's echo on his lips. Be
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  • Claiming the billionaire ceo genius baby   Chapter 59: Torn Between Two Worlds

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