تسجيل الدخولGrayson laughed.He did not plan it. He did not even feel it coming. It just came out of him, a short sharp sound that surprised even him, and he stood there in the corridor looking at Dr. Osei and listening to the echo of it and thinking that this was genuinely funny in the specific way that things became funny when a person had exceeded their capacity for processing real information.Less than forty-eight hours.In less than forty-eight hours he had heard his son take a bullet. He had discovered his parents were alive. He had driven away from their reaching hands and their tears in a parking lot at dawn. He had sat beside his daughter's empty bed in a room that still smelled like her. He had found out that the love of his life was pregnant for him. Choosing to live with a man that wasn’t him.And now this.This was genuinely funny."That is not funny, Doctor," Grayson said. He heard his own voice come out steady and it was calm but he was not buying a single word of what he had just
Hey Ink Lovers 🌸💕Please be aware that any medication, drugs, medical treatments, procedures, or anything related to them mentioned in this book are strictly for fictional purposes and are part of the storyline.Some things may not be medically accurate, so please don’t take anything mentioned here as medical advice or try to recreate anything you read in the book. 😂It’s fiction, babes. Let’s keep it that way. Purple Hearts 💜 [CITY GENERAL HOSPITAL - MORNING]Grayson left the car running at the entrance and did not look back at it.He pushed through the automatic doors and crossed the lobby and reached the reception desk. The nurse behind it looked up and he was already talking before she had fully registered he was there."Angel Cross. My daughter. Where is she?"She pulled something up on her screen and looked at it and her face arranged itself into the particular careful neutrality of someone managing information before releasing it."Third floor, sir. Pediatric ward."He w
[HOSPITAL MAIN ENTRANCE - EARLY MORNING] Grayson walked out through the automatic doors and the morning air hit his face, cool and damp and carrying the particular smell of a city in the hour before it fully wakes up. He stood on the pavement for a moment with his eyes closed and just breathed it. He needed to go home. A shower. Clean clothes. Something that passed for food even if he was not hungry. He needed to come back in an hour capable of being present for his children instead of a man running on nothing. He opened his eyes. Albert and Victoria were standing in the parking lot. They were exactly where he would have placed them if he had written the scene himself. Both of them facing the entrance. Both of them having clearly been there for a considerable amount of time. Albert's shoulder was bandaged, his arm in a sling, his face carrying the gray quality of someone who had lost blood and had not yet recovered from it. Victoria looked like a woman who had spent the night cry
[ANGEL'S HOSPITAL ROOM - 2:00 AM] The doctor had been clear about Ayven's room. No visitors. No noise. No stimulation of any kind. His body needed absolute rest to have any chance at what came next and Grayson standing at the window looking in at his unconscious son was the closest the rules allowed, so that was what Grayson did for two hours before he made himself move. He went to Angel's room on the pediatric floor instead. Third floor. Private room with its own bathroom and a security guard outside the door who straightened when Grayson came down the corridor and then relaxed when he understood this was not a threat but just a father. Angel was asleep. The doctors had sedated her hours ago after her examination because she had not been able to stop screaming for Ayven, could not stop the panic attacks from coming one after another, could not be reached through any of the ordinary means of comfort, her body too flooded with adrenaline and terror to find its way back down on its o
Dear Ink Lovers,🌸💕 So… I have something to tell you. 👀 The Bet That Ruined Us is NOT over. I know. I know. 😂 Some of you probably thought we had reached the end of Grayson and Shayla’s story, but apparently, I am not done with them yet. I have decided to continue their story, and while doing so, I will be making a few changes to the direction of the plot. Nothing to panic about. 😂 But I will say this… Prepare yourselves. Because what is coming next may not be exactly what you expect. There are new things I want to explore. New situations. New conflicts. New emotions. And some changes that I think will make the story even more interesting. And because some things will be changing, I actually recommend going back and reading the story again before we continue. 👀 Yes, I’m telling you to reread it. Not because you have to, but because I want you to have a better understanding of certain things before we move forward. There may be details you notice differe
[HOSPITAL HALLWAY - TEN MINUTES LATER] Shayla stood there for a long time after Grayson left. She just stood there in the middle of the hallway. Not moving. Not thinking. Just existing. Then her legs gave out. She slid down the wall until she was sitting on the cold linoleum floor. Pulled her knees up as much as her pregnant belly would allow. Put her face in her hands. And cried. She really cried this time. Deep wrenching sobs that shook her entire body. Made her shoulders shake violently. Made it impossible to breathe properly. Grayson's words kept playing in her head on repeat. Every single sentence. Every accusation. Every hurt. He was right. She had been selfish. Completely and totally selfish. She had been so focused on her own pain and her own healing that she had not considered his feelings at all. Had not thought about what he was going through. What he was suffering. She had only thought about herself. About her hurt. About her need to run away and escape. But Grayson
A piece of paper fell from between the flowers, floating down to land on her desk.Shayla picked it up with trembling hands.Three words in Grayson's bold handwriting.“I'm sorry, Ayla.”She stared at those words, at the flowers, at the man still kneeling in his office watching her through the glas
Ruby watched her best friend's expression transform as she listened to whoever was on the other end. It was beautiful to watch. Like seeing someone come alive after years of just existing."What? No, you can't—" Shayla was sitting up now, the blanket falling away. Her hand went to her hair self-con
Shayla pulled up to the gates of Grayson's penthouse building, her hands still shaking on the steering wheel.Before she could even reach for her phone to call, the gates swung open.A security guard stood outside the booth, his expression carefully neutral but his posture alert. He nodded at her a
The evening sun cast long shadows across Shayla's living room as she sat curled up on the couch, a mug of chamomile tea cooling in her hands. Three weeks had passed since Grayson showed up at her apartment with flowers and chocolate and period supplies, and somehow, everything had shifted.Not dram







