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LauraThe beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound in the sterile VIP suite.I stared at the white ceiling, my side burning with a dull, throbbing ache. It had been three days. Three days since the surgeons took a piece of my liver and put it into my husband’s body.The door clicked open. I weakly pushed myself up, a hopeful smile automatically forming on my cracked lips."Hemsworth?" I whispered.But the man who walked in wasn't my husband. It was Marcus, his sleek, overworked personal assistant, holding a cellophane-wrapped fruit basket.My smile fell. "Marcus. Where is he?"Marcus wouldn't meet my eyes. He set the basket on the bedside table. "Mr. Deluca sends his best, Laura. He wanted me to make sure the nurses are treating you well.""He sent you?" My voice broke. "It's been three days, Marcus. He hasn't called. He hasn't visited once. I just gave him an organ."Marcus shifted uncomfortably, adjusting his designer glasses. "He’s incredibly busy, Laura. You know how the in

Laura Seven months.Seven months of sweating out my old life in Quinn’s private gym. Seven months of speech therapy to find the voice Hemsworth had spent years trying to silence. Seven months of learning the dark, jagged secrets of the entertainment industry from the man who sat at the very top of the food chain.I looked at the woman in the mirror. I was still curvy, still the girl who had been mocked for her size, but now my body was a weapon. The tailored, midnight-blue silk dress clung to my skin like a second layer of confidence. The neckline was daring, showing off the faint, silvery scar on my side—the one that reminded me I had literally given my life to a man who didn't want me."Are you done admiring the work of my stylists, or are we going to be late to our own party?"I turned. Quinn Cardiff was leaning against the doorframe of my dressing room. He was wearing an all-black tuxedo, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar to reveal the black ink of a tattoo crawling up his