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Chapter 100: I Know Who You Are

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The tarmac at Teterboro was slick with rain, reflecting the red and blue lights of the ambulance like a kaleidoscope of violence.

Aurora stood by the open doors of the ambulance. She was still wearing the white tuxedo dress, now ruined, stained with the blood of the man she had spent five years trying to forget.

Liam was inside. He was conscious. He was pale, his face beaded with sweat, his hand pressing a gauze pad to his shoulder.

"I'm fine," he gritted out, trying to sit up as the paramedics
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  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 431: THE EMBRYOS

    The lab at the New York Center for Reproductive Medicine was a world of stainless steel, liquid nitrogen, and quiet miracles.Aurora lay on the familiar gurney, wearing the blue paper gown. She knew the drill. She knew the way the ceiling tiles were patterned. She knew the exact temperature of the room.But this time, the fear was different. It wasn't the jagged, panicked fear of the last attempt, where every needle felt like a gamble against her own body. This fear was softer. Quieter. It was the fear of handing over the blueprint to someone else."Ready?" Dr. Rosenberg asked."Ready," Aurora said.She looked at Liam. He was sitting by her head, holding her hand. He wasn't wearing the bunny suit this time—just his street clothes, a blazer over a t-shirt. He looked calm. Solid."We've done this before," he reminded her."We have," she agreed. "But this time... the ending is different."The anesthesia took her under. It was a quick, velvety darkness.When she woke up, the recovery bay

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 430: FINDING EMMA

    The binder was heavy. Cream-colored leather, embossed with the agency’s logo—a stylized lotus flower that looked suspiciously like a corporate merger of nature and commerce.Aurora sat in the high-backed chair, the binder open on her lap. The room was aggressively soothing. Beige walls. White noise machine. A tea service that smelled of chamomile and contracts."Take your time," the agency director, a woman named Mrs. Sterling (no relation, simply the universe repeating its favorite joke), said softly. "It’s a matching process. Like... finding a home."Aurora turned the page.Candidate 412.Age: 24. BMI: 21.Hobbies: Yoga, watercolor painting, organic gardening.She looked perfect on paper. They all did. They were vetted, screened, psychologically profiled, and presented like luxury real estate listings. Good bones. Great light. Move-in ready.Liam sat next to her. He wasn't looking at the binders. He was looking at Aurora. He was checking her structural integrity, watching for the cr

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 429: THE CONVERSATION

    The iPad screen went black, extinguishing Sophia’s radiant, pixelated face.Aurora set the tablet on the limestone railing of the terrace. The silence that followed the video call wasn't empty; it was heavy with the echo of Sophia’s laughter and the image of her hand resting on a six-month bump.Sophia was glowing. She was complaining about heartburn and swollen ankles, but she was glowing with the specific, terrifying bioluminescence of a woman growing a life she had thought she would never have.Aurora looked out at the city. The wind was warm tonight, carrying the scent of late summer rain and hot asphalt.She wrapped her cardigan tighter around herself. Underneath the wool, her stomach was flat. Scarred, yes. Marked by the silver line of the C-section that had brought Hope into the world and nearly taken Aurora out of it. But flat.Empty."She looks good," Liam said.He was sitting on the outdoor sofa, watching her. He had a glass of wine in his hand, the condensation dripping ont

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 428: THE OVERPROTECTOR

    SophiaThe brownstone in Brooklyn was supposed to be a home. Marcus had turned it into a biosphere.Sophia lay on the velvet chaise in the living room, a cashmere throw tucked around her legs with military precision. The thermostat was set to seventy-two degrees. The humidifier hummed in the corner, maintaining a humidity level that Marcus had decided was optimal for placental health.On the low table next to her sat a glass of water (room temperature), a bottle of prenatal vitamins, and a plate of sliced pears arranged in a fan.She shifted her weight. Her hip ached from three weeks of modified bedrest."Don't move," a voice rumbled from the doorway.Marcus walked in. He wasn't wearing his boots. He was wearing socks, moving silently across the restored hardwood floors. He carried a fluffier pillow."I am just shifting, Marcus," Sophia said. "I am not running a marathon.""Dr. Evans said minimize strain," Marcus said. He walked over and lifted her legs—gently, as if they were made of

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 427: THE SCARE

    The blood on the white tile of the bathroom floor looked like a mistake in the design.It was too bright. Too red. A violent, organic splash against the cool, veined marble of the master bath in the Hamptons estate.Sophia stared at it. She was holding a towel to her body, her hands trembling so violently the terry cloth vibrated.Twelve weeks, she thought. The danger zone is supposed to be over.She felt a cramp. Not the gentle flutter of the wedding night. A hard, twisting knot low in her pelvis."No," she whispered.She didn't call Marcus. He was in the city, at a site meeting for the foundation housing project. He was two hours away. If she called him, he would drive like a madman. He would kill himself trying to get to her.She called the only person who knew what it felt like to lose a blueprint before the foundation was poured."Aurora," she choked into the phone. "I'm bleeding."The hospital room in Southampton was small and smelled of iodine.Sophia lay on the gurney. She was

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 426: WEDDING NIGHT

    The silence in the honeymoon suite was heavy, but it wasn't the heaviness of concrete or steel. It was the weight of velvet.The room smelled of the ocean—salt and cold water—mixed with the lingering scent of the beeswax candles that had burned down to nubs on the mantelpiece. The sounds of the reception had faded hours ago, the last car door slamming, the last laugh carried away by the wind.Now, there was only the tide.Sophia stood by the French doors. She hadn't turned on the lights. The moonlight spilled across the floor, turning the hardwood into a sheet of silver.She wore the gold dress. It felt different now. In the garden, it had been a statement. Here, in the quiet, it felt like a wrapping she was ready to shed."You're quiet," Marcus said.He was sitting on the edge of the massive bed. He had taken off his tuxedo jacket, his tie, his shoes. He looked unmoored without his boots, but solid. Always solid."I am listening," Sophia said."To what? The ocean?""To the house," sh

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   Chapter 159: The Hospital Room

    The drive to Lenox Hill Hospital was a blur of red lights and white knuckles. Aurora sat in the back of the town car, her phone clutched in her hand. She had already called the hospital. Ethan Vale. Room 402. Stable. The word stable was a lifeline, but it didn't stop her mind from spiraling. He

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  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   Chapter 139: The First Supervised Visit

    The beach house "visitations" were one thing—organic, fluid, mediated by sand and waves. But a court-mandated supervised visit was a different beast entirely. It was Tuesday afternoon. 4 PM. The location was neutral: The Children's Museum of Manhattan. Aurora stood by the entrance, holding Etha

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  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   Chapter 137: Ethan's Confusion

    The penthouse was no longer quiet. It was a construction site of a new life. It was Wednesday afternoon. Three days after the "engagement" press conference. Four days before the wedding. The living room was filled with boxes. Not for moving out, but for moving in. Liam’s things were arriving fro

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  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   Chapter 145: The Parenting Classes

    The room was small, smelled of stale coffee and floor wax, and was filled with the most terrifying people Liam Cross had ever met. Other fathers. It was 7 PM on a Tuesday. He was in the basement of a community center in the West Village. He was wearing his "Dad Uniform"—jeans, t-shirt, leather

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