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I didn’t realize how long I had been sitting until my body started to ache.

The hospital chair was too small for the kind of waiting I was doing. My mother had gone in to see my father, and I stayed behind because someone had to stay behind, because if I followed her in I didn’t know if I would come back out the same.

Alexander hadn’t left.

He stood a few feet away, near the glass wall that separated the corridor from the ICU wing, his hands in his pockets, his posture steady in a way that felt
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  • Rejected Bride, Billionaire's Wife   50

    I didn’t realize how long I had been sitting until my body started to ache.The hospital chair was too small for the kind of waiting I was doing. My mother had gone in to see my father, and I stayed behind because someone had to stay behind, because if I followed her in I didn’t know if I would come back out the same.Alexander hadn’t left.He stood a few feet away, near the glass wall that separated the corridor from the ICU wing, his hands in his pockets, his posture steady in a way that felt almost unnatural for a place like this.Everything around him looked temporary.Even the hospital lights seemed to bend around him instead of the other way around.I stared at him without meaning to.He didn’t look at me.But I knew he was aware.He always was.A nurse passed, whispered something to him, and he gave a small nod before she disappeared again.I exhaled slowly.“How many times have you done this?” I asked quietly.His head turned slightly.“What?”“This,” I said. “Being in places

  • Rejected Bride, Billionaire's Wife   The Price of Asking

    I didn’t move for a long time after the doctor left.My mother’s quiet sobs eventually softened into exhausted silence, her head resting against my shoulder as if she no longer had the strength to hold herself up. I kept my arm around her, staring at nothing, thinking about everything.The number.It echoed in my head like a sentence I couldn’t escape.Too high.Too urgent.Too real.I tried to think logically — savings, family, loans, anything — but every path led to the same dead end.We didn’t have it.Not even close.And the one place my mind kept circling back to…Was the one place I didn’t want to go.Alexander.I pressed my lips together, my chest tightening.I hadn’t called him.Even after everything.Even after realizing I might have to ask.Because asking meant something.It meant stepping into his world fully.It meant owing him something I couldn’t define.It meant blurring the already fragile lines of this… arrangement.And I wasn’t ready for that.I didn’t know if I ever

  • Rejected Bride, Billionaire's Wife   The Cost of a Heart

    Time stopped making sense in the hospital.Minutes stretched into something shapeless, endless — measured only by the rise and fall of my mother’s breathing beside me and the distant hum of machines that reminded me my father was somewhere behind those walls, fighting for something as simple and fragile as staying alive.I sat beside her, holding her hand, my thumb brushing over her knuckles in slow, absent circles.“It’s going to be okay,” I murmured, though I had no idea if that was true.She didn’t respond.She just kept staring at the double doors ahead like she could force them to open with sheer will.Every time a doctor walked past, her body tensed.Every time it wasn’t our doctor, she deflated a little more.I felt it too.That horrible waiting.That suffocating not knowing.And then—The doors opened.A man in a white coat stepped out, scanning the room briefly before his eyes landed on us.“Family of Mr. Hart?” he asked.We both stood instantly.“Yes,” I said. “I’m his daugh

  • Rejected Bride, Billionaire's Wife   No Time To Breathe

    Here’s the next chapter — first-person POV (Elena), past tense, emotional, urgent, dialogue-heavy, and over 1000 words as requested.My phone rang at 6:12 p.m.I almost didn’t answer.I had been pacing my room for the past hour, my thoughts still tangled in the conversation with Alexander — in the things he didn’t say, in the things Damien implied, in the growing sense that I was standing on unstable ground.But then I saw the caller ID.Mom.Something in my chest tightened instantly.I picked up on the second ring.“Mom?”There was no greeting.Just breath.Shaky. Broken. Wrong.“Elena…” her voice came out thin, trembling, like it was barely holding together. “Your father—”My heart dropped straight into my stomach.“What happened?” I asked, already standing, already moving, my pulse spiking.“He—he collapsed,” she said, her words rushing over each other. “At home. He just—he was fine, and then he wasn’t. They said it’s his heart. They took him to the hospital. Elena, I don’t know wh

  • Rejected Bride, Billionaire's Wife   What You’re Not Telling Me

    I didn’t sleep.The message burned behind my eyes every time I tried to close them."You think he can protect you?Ask him what he had to trade for that power."It didn’t feel like a threat.It felt like a warning.And that was worse.By morning, the silence in the mansion had settled into something brittle. Even the staff moved more carefully, as if the walls themselves were listening.I found Alexander exactly where I expected him to be.In his study.Always in control. Always working. Always ten steps ahead of everyone else.He didn’t look up when I entered.“Good morning,” he said, voice even, attention still on the document in front of him.I closed the door behind me.“We need to talk.”That got his attention.He looked up slowly, eyes sharpening the moment he saw my expression.“What is it?” he asked.I walked forward, my pulse steady despite the storm inside me, and placed my phone on the desk in front of him.“Read that.”His gaze dropped to the screen.And for the first time

  • Rejected Bride, Billionaire's Wife   Quiet Wars

    Alexander didn’t raise his voice.That was how I knew it was serious.The night Isabella was attacked, I expected shouting, orders, chaos — something loud to match the violence that had just brushed too close to all of us.Instead, the mansion grew quieter.Colder.Sharper.And at the center of it stood Alexander — calm, composed, and absolutely lethal.The next morning, I woke to an unfamiliar stillness.No staff moving about. No distant conversations. No soft clinking of dishes from the kitchen.Just silence.I dressed quickly and stepped into the hallway, only to find two additional security men stationed at the far end. They nodded respectfully, but their presence alone told me everything had changed.The house was no longer just a home.It was a fortress.I found Alexander in his study.He was standing by the window, phone pressed to his ear, his back to the door. Sunlight cut across his frame, outlining him in gold — but there was nothing warm about him.“Freeze his accounts,” h

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