Semua Bab Owned By A Man I Couldn't Trust : Bab 71 - Bab 80

She leaned forward, her voice tight with urgency. “Tell me everything, from start to finish.” He hesitated, the weight of memory pressing on him. “When he couldn’t find a suitable match for you, he secretly ran tests on himself, and discovered he was a match. He insisted that the doctor replace your cornea with his, but the doctor refused. Then… he found you with his gun. You were about yo ki-- I still remember that night vividly. After making you sleep, he screamed at everyone for not checking on you regularly. I’ve never seen him so furious, he almost lost his sanity.” He paused, taking a deep breath, as if the air itself could steady him. “He asked to speak to me privately. We went to his car, and he told me he would give his cornea to you the next day. I tried to change his mind, but it was clear he had made his decision. He was afraid you would change your mind and refuse to get the surgery if it's not done as soon as possible. He couldn't risk leaving you in a darkness anymor

Nearly two hours had passed, and Rainee felt as though the cold might devour her whole, yet she had no intention of leaving. Today would determine the truth, whether Alex Fraser was truly suffering from memory loss or only pretending. Snowflakes drifted silently from the bruised winter sky, brushing against her trembling hands. She exhaled a long, shaky breath, her gaze fixed on the silent, looming house across the road. The air felt heavy with secrets. Within half an hour, the road had been blanketed in white. Her teeth began to chatter uncontrollably, but the thought of leaving him never once crossed her mind. Does he really not remember anything? she wondered, her heart pounding with a mixture of hope and despair. Just then, the front door flung open. Alex Fraser stood in the doorway, his expression taut with distress. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” His voice cracked through the cold air. “How long have you been standing out here? Don’t you care that you could freeze to de

Present Alex’s voice trembled slightly as he spoke, though his eyes remained steady. “After the accident, only you and Sam survived. You were both still in comas, and I made the decision to keep it from you. With Brother Rowan’s help, I arranged to transfer Sam to this island under a new identity and began his treatment.” He drew a long, measured breath, as though trying to steady his own memories before continuing. “I know you’re wondering why I didn’t tell you. Even though she was in prison, that woman still had people watching you. If you had tried to meet Sam, they would have found out. I couldn’t protect you both. You were so vulnerable back then, I couldn’t risk leaving you unprotected. And Sam’s condition was critical. With Emma’s brother being the mayor, it was too easy for them to bribe a doctor and…” His jaw clenched, cutting the thought short. “You know what I mean.” Alex reached for Rainee’s trembling hands, his touch careful, almost reverent, as though she might

After Alex Fraser was discharged from the hospital, he made his way to a small, familiar restaurant tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. The aroma of freshly baked bread and simmering sauces greeted him even before he entered. Over the past seven months, Justine had been his anchor, a steady presence in a life that had felt fragile and uncertain. Justine had seen him at his worst, through the pain, the fear, and the nights he thought he couldn’t go on. "Are you really not going to come back again?" Alex’s chest tightened at the question. He forced a reassuring smile, though the weight on his heart didn’t lessen. "I’ll visit whenever I can. And you can come to me anytime. I’ll drop everything to be there for you." Justine’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Without a word, he pulled Alex into a firm, heartfelt embrace, holding him as if he could keep him safe from the world’s hardships. For seven months, their bond had strengthened into something profound, something that

“I won’t be gentle.” His voice was a low growl, thick with restraint he’d already decided not to keep. His gaze stayed locked on the slick heat between her thighs, eyes dark and starved like he’d been imagining this every night he spent without her. Rainee’s breath hitched as his thumb slid through her wetness, circling her clit in slow, deliberate strokes that made her toes curl. The first whimper that escaped her lips was soft and breathy, but it was enough to make his mouth twitch into a smug, wicked smirk. “So sensitive,” he murmured, dragging his thumb over her again just to hear the way she gasped his name. Before she could catch her breath, he lowered his head and parted her with his tongue, rough and hungry. His mouth closed around her, lips sealing over her clit before sucking hard, deep, like he meant to consume every sound she made. Rainee’s back arched sharply off the bed, fingers flying to his hair, tugging without realizing it. Her thighs trembled around his shou