The rage came alive inside Amberleigh like some beast had awoken. No one threatened her boys or her unborn child! Sweet Leo, his life potentially shattered by such a sick evil lie, branded as a pedophile. And Grayson and his father’s private pain exposed for all the world to see. It would hurt the company’s image and make the investors lose faith. A company with two sick heirs didn’t bode well and from what Amber heard about the other Godwin’s, none of them were good choices for the job.Not to mention Grayson had confessed the image of The Godwin Railroad was even more important at a time like this, so fucking close to an expansion deal to expand. If those investors pulled out, or the sale fell through, it opened up the way for another railroad to gain ground in the states. A railroad owned by a drug cartel and just a front to traffic drugs and kidnapped women across the country. America depended on The Godwin Railroad and its armored trains to ship people and cargo safely across the

Amberleigh leaned her ass against Leo’s stretcher, careful not to touch any wires or tubes. She placed a hand over her belly. It wasn’t just the hormones making her feel sentimental. It was also a byproduct of this crazy day. She wondered how one day could bring so many different fucking emotions with it.Grayson propped one of his long legs atop his knee, in an effort to make himself more comfortable. The shower had made the pretty boy smell better but had done little to revive him. His eyes were red rimmed, and his words seemed to come at more of an effort now. The billionaire was utterly exhausted.“Maybe you should get some rest and we can finish this later. You look like you can barely hold your head up,” suggested Amber.“Let me bring you a cot and some blankets,” chimed in Cori, “I’ll take good care of Leo while you get some rest. It would do you some good.”But he stubbornly shook his head, “Thanks for the offer, but I can’t fucking sleep right now anyway. Could I get some cof

But Amberleigh knew the thing about good dreams was how much worse you felt when you fucking woke up. Was one truly better off to escape reality for a while, when the pain of it felt much sharper when that fantasy crumbled into ashes? Amber knew she shouldn’t entertain such dark thoughts especially at a time like this, but she couldn’t make them stop.Leo was still teetering on the edge of death. Anything could go wrong, even the Doc had warned the chef wasn’t in the clear just yet. Grayson pretended to be okay, but he had yet to believe his new wife had a hit out on him, let alone deal with the emotional implications of such a harsh reality. A woman he’d grown up with and had loved once wanted him dead. He had yet to deal with all the trauma he’d suffered during his abduction. And he still didn’t know that his brother’s death hadn’t been an accident. That was going to hurt like hell and Amber feared how he would react. No doubt in a self-destructive rage.Amber had yet to process mo

Amberleigh’s fury only increased the deeper she got into the penthouse and realized that cunt had called in Angelina, Maria, and Janelle on Christmas to work her impromptu party. That thoughtless bitch had pulled the maids away from celebrating the holidays with their families to serve her spoiled guests cocktails and hors d’oeuvres. Obviously, this mixer had been thrown together and not preplanned by lack of actual wait staff and caterers, using the maids to pull a triple duty tonight. They most likely prepared the food, served it, and would have to clean up from the festivities after. Classic Christmas music played from the speakers in the ceilings throughout the penthouse and no decor beyond what had already been decorated for Christmas had been added. Amber certainly got several looks as she made her way across the pristine floor and twenty or so guests. All of them screamed money and no souls, expensively dressed and draped in jewels. Courtney’s closest family and

Amberleigh was suddenly struck with the urge to call and check in on her boys. So as soon as she had kicked, pulled, dragged, cursed, and carried one billion worth of cold, hard cash into the back hallway of the penthouse, she texted Cori back at the Quick Shop. She bit down a thumbnail waiting for the reply to come. She had loaded the money onto the luggage cart, shaming herself for being so fucking out of shape, by the time she received the return message. Mr. Godwin is still sleeping soundly. Leo appears comfortable, all his vitals looking good. Latest blood count level is up to 8.7, trending up nicely J Amber sent a text back to thank Cori and she felt lighter in her chest after hearing the good news. She decided to complete her second mission of the night and then thought up a third as well. Grayson wasn’t the only one in need of fresh clothing after all. She would creep into Leo’s room and gather up some of her and Leo’s things. Because Leo would need clean cloth