로그인~ ISLA ~"Easy. Lie back down. Slowly..."Simon’s strong hands caught my arms before I could collapse onto the floor. He guided me back onto the bed, gently lifting my legs and resting my head against the soft pile of pillows.The moment my back landed on the mattress, I squeezed my eyes shut, taking slow, ragged breaths. Gradually, the sharp, tearing spasms in my belly began to subside, leaving behind a dull, hollow ache.“What's happening to me...?” I asked in a weak voice, cold sweat clinging to my skin as unease filled my chest.Simon pulled the chair closer to the edge of the bed and sat down. He made no attempt to touch me, clearly respecting my boundaries, but his eyes radiated deep, professional concern as he leaned in.“Isla..." he sighed softly. "You are in an extremely delicate condition right now. The trauma of the near-fatal blast, combined with neurogenic shock and emotional strain, has put your body under severe stress. Your uterus is reacting with acute contractions. I
~ ISLA ~The heat was suffocating. Red, angry flames licked at the windows of the car, the roar of the fire deafening as the metallic frame groaned under the pressure. The air in my lungs turned to ash, and just as the glass shattered in a blinding burst of white light—I screamed, my voice tearing through the silent room as I violently snapped awake.Cold sweat drenched my forehead, sticking strands of hair to my skin as I gasped for air, my heart pounding wildly like a trapped bird. My chest heaved, my breath coming in ragged, terrified bursts while my hands frantically clutched at the soft duvet wrapped around me.It was a dream. Just a dream."Hey… Are you okay?" A soft, calm voice drifted from the side of the bed.I flinched, my head whipping toward the sound. Sitting in a plush armchair just a few feet away was Simon. He wore thin, silver-rimmed glasses and held an open hardcover book loosely in one hand, looking as composed and gentle as if we were merely sitting in a cozy stud
~ ALISTAIR "Find Emery," I commanded, my voice colder than ice as I blew a thin cloud of gray smoke toward the ceiling. "If she isn't at her villa, check Chandler Corporation’s executive floor. Bring her to me.""Yes, Sir." Evan bowed his head sharply and hurried out of the office.While I waited, I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass window, staring down at the sprawling city skyline below. The dull, throbbing ache in my head and the sharp, burning spasms in my stomach continued to test my endurance, but I welcomed the pain. It was the only thing keeping me grounded—even as it fueled the dark fury surging through my veins.I had never felt so utterly defeated. Isla was nowhere to be found, and I couldn't do a damn thing about it. Each passing second without knowing if she was safe was pure torment. I felt completely useless.No. I can't just sit here and do nothing.I crushed the cigar stub under my shoe, picked up my suit jacket, and walked toward the door. But before I could take
~ ALISTAIR ~The darkness did not fade easily. It pulled me down into a cold, deep abyss where past and present bled into one another, smashing together like glass meeting concrete.Fire. Heat. The deafening, metallic roar of an explosion. Images flickered rapidly behind my eyes—not from the burning wreck outside Manhattan Medical Hospital, but from that collapsing building on Staten Island months ago. The smell of ash and ozone filled my throat. And then, like a dam suddenly bursting under a massive tidal wave, the heavy fog that had shrouded my mind for months shattered into pieces.Isla… Her smile, radiant under the morning light. Her gentle laugh echoing through the halls of our home. The warmth of her hand sliding into mine on the day we walked along the beach. Every single memory—every forgotten detail, every touch, every sacred promise—flooded back into my brain with overwhelming clarity.My eyes snapped open.I gasped for air as white ceiling tiles swam into view under the har
~ ALISTAIR ~The light rain battered the roof of the Maybach as we sped back toward the Montgomery Group headquarters.Staring out the tinted window at the bustling streets, the quiet inside the car felt agonizingly heavy. My mind wasn't there—it had always been with Isla."Sir," Evan spoke softly from the front seat, his voice breaking the silence. "Our legal counsel has just confirmed... Madam has signed the papers. The divorce is officially finalized."I didn't utter a single word. I stayed completely still, but inside, I was utterly wrecked. Our marriage... it was over. The sacred bond we had fought so hard to keep was dissolved by a few strokes of a pen.My fingers tightened around the phone resting in my palm. The rage and unbearable grief surging through my veins gathered into a brutal, crushing grip. The glass screen shattered with a sharp, violent crunch under my hand. Tiny shards pierced my skin, and warm blood began to ooze from my palm, dripping slowly onto my tailored tro
~ ALISTAIR ~My intelligence team worked relentlessly through the night, cross-referencing surveillance footage, satellite imagery, and black-market shipping manifests to track every possible lead tied to Simon. But every single path led to a dead end.By sunrise, I took matters into my own hands. I went low-key, personally tailing Simon from the shadows to monitor his movements. But damn it, I hadn't expected him to be so careful. His daily routine hadn't changed by a single second. He drove to the hospital, conducted his rounds, met with patients, and reviewed medical charts—acting every bit the dedicated, unbothered doctor. His public persona was entirely pristine, masking the monster lurking underneath.A toxic mixture of frustration and impatience burned in my chest. No matter how many resources I poured into bypassing Simon's security or tracking his hidden network, his tracks remained completely clean.Sitting in the back of my parked car outside Northgate Hospital, I stared ou






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