The worst kind of men were the ones who believed they were untouchable.Marshal had seen plenty of arrogant, self-righteous bastards like that in his career who thought they could bypass the law, slip through the cracks, and walk away untouched. If there was anything Marshal hated most in the world, it was those kinds of people. And Liam was one of them.Dr Liam was the kind of man who thought money, connections, and a handsome smile made him invincible. But sitting there before Marshal, his hands cuffed to the iron table, with nothing but the cold walls of prison surrounding him, he didn’t look so untouchable anymore.The interrogation room smelled like sweat and burnt coffee. It had the kind of suffocating air that would make one want to gag. Overhead, a flickering white bulb buzzed like an annoying mosquito, casting weird darkness on Liam’s face.His fingers drummed against the metal table—fast, then slow, then fast again. He was restless, irritated. But mostly? Anxious. He would n
Kingston knew it.He always knew doctors' sighs never meant anything good.And when the doctor pulled down his mask, exhaled sharply, and rubbed the back of his neck before speaking, Kingston already knew what was coming. But he just didn’t want to believe it.“Laura was brought into the hospital in an endangered state,” the doctor started, his voice careful, like he was afraid one wrong word would send Kingston panicking. “Her high blood pressure and abnormal heartbeat led to forced contractions. The fibroids complicated things further, putting both her life and the baby’s at serious risk.”Kingston’s hands clenched into fists. His breathing was sharp, in uneven gasps.“We did everything we could,” the doctor continued, but at this point, Kingston wasn’t even hearing the words anymore. It was just noise to him. A static, cruel, meaningless sentence. “We were able to save the mother... but the baby didn’t make it. Laura is in a coma.”The bright hallway fell into silence but a ringing
Detective Marshal exhaled sharply as he ended the call. His fingers tightened around his phone, and his jaw clenched so hard it ached.Laura was in a coma.She wasn't just injured, not just recovering. But lying there, lifeless, hanging between this world and the next.And King? The man had barely held it together on the call when he told him they had also lost their baby. His voice had cracked, broken in a way Marshal had never heard before.Marshal tossed his phone onto his desk, rubbing a hand down his face.These criminals had to pay.Liam. Stacey. Stephanie. Every single one of them. He had been waiting for this very moment. The moment where all the evidence would be just enough to secure an arrest warrant.After months of following breadcrumbs, piecing together the puzzle, monitoring Dr. Liam's suspicious behavior, and tapping into the gossip of his nurses who had been all too happy to help when the money was involved, and now, it had finally led to this.With the right amount o
“Your boyfriend has made several attempts to murder my wife, that's what!” King replied to Maddie, his voice filled with anger.Maddie froze in disbelief. It didn't make any sense to her. Her mind tried to comprehend the words coming out of his mouth. She blinked rapidly, as though trying to force herself to see the truth in his eyes. But it still made no sense. None of it did.“No, no, that's impossible!” she cried out, her voice cracking. She shot a quick glance toward Liam, who stood there, his face expressionless, but his eyes—his eyes were cold. “Liam... you... you didn’t do this, right? You—you're not trying to kill Laura, right?” Her words came out in a frantic rush, sounding so desperate in a high-pitched voice.“You only have good intentions towards her... towards me, right?” It was as if she were trying to convince herself more than anyone else.Liam’s composure shattered in an instant. His lips curled back into a snarl, his eyes burning with a rage that seemed to come from
If there was ever a night where hell decided to throw a family reunion, this had to be it.It just had to, because one minute, Laura had been standing tall, enjoying the attention as she danced swiftly to waltz and whatnots on the dancefloor. The next? She was in hellish pain, her body betraying her, her vision blurring, her baby screaming for help inside her.And now?Now, the world had turned into a fucking nightmare!“Somebody call 911!” Maddie’s high-pitched voice ripped through the air, panic lacing every word.Lucia, with her hands shaking as she carried her baby boy, fumbled for her phone, pressing the numbers with the kind of urgency that came with knowing that if she messed this up, if she delayed even a second—Laura’s baby might not make it.Cameras were flashing. People were murmuring.The party that was once filled with whispers of admiration and respect, had twisted into something ugly. Laura had gone from the center of attention to the center of a cruel joke.She wanted
“I'm pregnant everyone! And Kingston McGorrith is the father of my baby.” Stephanie said with a musing smile, and almost immediately, everyone with phone brought their device out to capture the moment.“Bitch, how can you come into my territory and accuse me of such?” King frowned. “Have you no shame!” He yelled.King had no intention of hitting her, but the anger coursing through his vein was enough to send her flying across the room.“Oh no, don't tell me you've forgotten, baby boy,” She cooed, closing the gap between them and placing her perfectly manicured hands on his chest. “April 13, 9:25pm. I have a video here if you insist, Kingston.”As soon as he heard that date, it was as though cold water had been poured all over him. He stepped away from her, clenching his hands in disbelief. That drunken night? No, it couldn't be.Meanwhile, Laura's mouth wouldn't close no matter how hard she tried. She couldn't even breathe! She couldn't think either. Her brain wasn't processing anythi
They say that dancing is like dreaming with your feet, but right now, Laura was wondering if her feet had just taken her straight into a nightmare.The night seemed to stretch on forever, with the music and laughter filling the air like bubbles in a glass of champagne. Yet, it felt like everything was somehow moving in slow motion as King and Laura found themselves on the dance floor, just a few feet away from the hundreds of curious eyes. The spotlight was on them, but for the first time, it felt different. Uncomfortably different.“Don’t worry,” King’s low voice whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “I’ll try not to step on your toes.”She couldn’t help the small laugh that bubbled out, the tension in her chest easing for a moment. “I think we both know you’ve got other ways of stepping on my toes.” Her eyes flickered up to meet his, a teasing glint in her gaze.King smirked, pulling her in a little closer, if that was even possible. “Oh, I’ll make sure you enjoy it, Laura.”Th
Laura knew how to make a captivating entrance.Not because she tried—oh, no. It was simply the effect she had.The second she stepped onto the red carpet, the entire room noticed. Conversations in whispers spread through the hall like a perfectly timed movie scene. Dressed in a navy-blue gown that hugged her figure—baby bump and all—she looked like she had personally been sculpted by the gods and then styled by Vogue. Laura radiated confidence. Not the forced kind of confidence, but the kind that said, ‘Yeah, I know you’re all staring. Keep going.’Cameras flashed, reporters whispered, and guests stole second and third glances, trying to piece together how the wife of Kingston McGorrith, a woman who had no prior business experience, managed to be here.And not just here—owning the room.Beside her, King was his usual composed self, dressed in a tailored black suit that somehow made him look every bit of the untouchable CEO he was. But Laura, who had spent enough time reading this man
If stubbornness was a sport, Kingston McGorrith would have Olympic gold. The man had just cheated death in a freaking sky accident, had fresh stitches holding his skin together like a limited-edition designer piece, and yet, here he was—still forcing the doctor to sign his discharge papers like the hospital was a damn hotel and he was late for checkout.And of course, he also insisted Laura meet Dr. Manual since he was in the same hospital.“You’re getting a checkup before we step out of this building,” he had declared, pointing a finger at Laura like he was laying down the law. “No arguments babe.”Laura had rolled her eyes but secretly appreciated it. Pregnancy had turned her into a walking incubator of cravings, mood swings, and backaches, and while she acted tough, she wasn’t about to ignore the concern in his eyes. So, she had gone along with it.Dr. Manuel had run a thorough scan on her before giving her the results. “The baby is in the right position, and the fibroid is managea