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Chapter One Hundred And One: The Impossible Demand
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The Billionaire's Secret Bride Chapter One Hundred And One: The Impossible Demand
The ward was too quiet. Not the peaceful kind. The kind that made Aria hyperaware of every sound that did exist—the hum of the monitor, the faint hiss of oxygen, the soft tick of the wall clock slicing the night into unbearable pieces. Allen slept. Or what passed for sleep. His lashes lay too still against cheeks flushed with fever, lips parted slightly as if breathing took effort he didn’t want to admit to. Aria sat beside him, one hand wrapped around his smaller one, thumb rubbing slow circles over his knuckles. A habit. One she’d had since the day he was born. Since before she knew how to stop being afraid. Mia had taken Evan and Lila out an hour earlier—to get food, to stretch their legs, to pretend the world still existed outside hospital walls. Aria hadn’t argued. She’d nodded. Smiled. Promised she’d call if anything changed. Nothing was supposed to change. Her phone lay face down on the chair beside her. Silent and useless. She hadn’t checked it in twenty minutes. Didn’t
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Aria waited until she was sure her voice wouldn’t break before she pressed call. It rang once. Twice. Joe answered on the third ring. “Aria?” Just hearing her name—said like that, careful, already bracing—nearly undid her. “Joe,” she said. Too quiet. She cleared her throat. Tried again. “Joe. It’s Allen.” Silence. Not the kind filled with noise. The kind that drops straight through you. “What happened?” His voice shifted, sharpened. Papers rustled faintly, like he’d stood up too fast. “He’s sick.” Her fingers curled into the hospital blanket. “We’re at the hospital. They’re… they’re running tests.” “How sick?” Joe asked. She hesitated. One breath too long. Joe exhaled slowly. “Aria.” “They said his condition is serious,” she said finally. “They’re monitoring him. He’s stable for now, but he needs a blood transfusion.” There was a pause. He swallowed hard. “Oh my, God. I should be there.” She closed her eyes. The instinct to say yes—to beg—rose sharp and desperate in her c
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Aria’s heart pounded violently in her chest, each beat echoing like a drum in her ears. She gripped Allen tighter against her, feeling the fragile weight of him, small and trembling, pressed to her chest. His fevered warmth seeped through the thin blanket she had wrapped around him, sticky with sweat and the faint smell of baby lotion. The monitor’s beeps filled the room, relentless and sharp, marking the seconds that were slipping away.The doctor’s question hung in the air, heavy and impossible: What about their father?She shook her head, her lips parting in a breathless whisper. “He’s… he’s not here.” The words sounded hollow even to her own ears. Her gaze stayed fixed on Allen’s flushed face, tracing the small curve of his nose, the soft sweep of his lashes, willing him to breathe steadily, willing him to stay still.The doctor’s eyes softened, but the urgency in his voice remained unyielding. “Miss Hayes, time is critical. If we don’t start a transfusion soon—”“I know,” she cu
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Aria barely noticed the world around her as the nurse led her down the sterile corridor. Allen was still asleep in her arms, his small body limp but warm against her chest. Lila and Evan clung to her hands, sensing her tension, sensing that something wasn’t right. Mia walked beside her, silent but steady—a quiet anchor in the storm that had begun the moment the daycare called. The doctor’s office smelled faintly of antiseptic, the white walls gleaming under fluorescent lights that seemed too bright, too harsh. He didn’t waste time with small talk. His eyes, sharp and direct, met hers across the desk. “Miss Hayes,” he began, voice steady but carrying an edge of urgency, “Allen’s condition is critical. His hemoglobin levels are dangerously low. We need to do a blood transfusion—immediately.” The words landed on her chest like a hammer. “What?” she whispered, though her mind understood perfectly. She had read about this, seen it in books, and heard the stories. But reality hit diffe
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Two weeks in London, and Aria had just begun to believe the ground beneath her feet might actually hold. Not steady—never steady—but… solid enough. The office hummed the way it always did after lunch. Keyboards tapping. Phones are ringing softly. Someone is laughing near the printer. Ais ria sat at her desk, a mug of tea gone lukewarm beside her laptop, fingers moving almost on instinct now. She’d learned the rhythm. The pace. She’d stopped flinching when her inbox filled too fast. She was mid-sentence in an email when her phone buzzed. Once. She ignored it. Again. Her chest tightened before she even looked. Unknown number. She picked up. “Hello?” “Mrs. Hayes?” A woman’s voice. Careful. Professional. The kind that already knows something is wrong. “Yes—this is Aria.” “This is Helen from Little Oaks Daycare.” The room tilted. Just a fraction. Enough. “I’m calling about Allen.” Aria pushed back her chair slowly, already standing. “What’s wrong?” There was a pause. Too l
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The car ride back was quiet in the way only sisters could make it—full, not empty. The kind of silence that breathed. Tracy drove with one hand on the wheel, the other tapping absently against her thigh. Evelyn sat in the passenger seat, dress bag folded in the back like a ghost neither of them wanted to acknowledge. Streetlights slid past the windshield in soft blurs. “So,” Tracy said finally. “What do you want to do?” Evelyn stared straight ahead. “I don’t know.” “That’s not an answer,” Tracy said gently. “But it’s okay if it’s the only one you’ve got.” Evelyn’s hands were folded in her lap, fingers twisting against each other, skin rubbing skin like she could wear herself down to something simpler. “I feel like everything I touch turns into a lie,” she said. Tracy’s jaw tightened. She didn’t argue. Didn’t soothe it away. “You don’t have to decide anything tonight,” Tracy said. “But you can’t keep pretending everything’s fine either. You’ll break.” Evelyn let out a breath t
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