Todos los capítulos de HIS FORBIDDEN SURROGATE BRIDE : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Anastasiathousands of people were roaring in the upper decks, their collective screams blending into a single, terrifying wall of sound that vibrated straight through the ice rink as people drooled over the hockey players and Tonight was opening night.I stood behind the double-tinted glass of our private owner's box, my fingers hooked tight into the polished brass railing. Every single double door, stairwell, emergency exit, and elevator shaft in the entire building was under total lockdown.Viktor walked up behind me, his massive frame blocking out the overhead light. He had a black ear piece jammed into his left ear and a thick clipboard in his hand that looked laughably small in his giant, scarred fist."I have four men posted at the main plaza doors, two at the VIP ramp, and three standing directly in front of the press elevator," Viktor grunted, his deep voice barely carrying over the noise of the crowd. "If a mouse tries to walk into this rink without an ironed invitation, my

AnastasiaThe moment I saw Sasha slip out of her front-row seat while the stretcher was rolling onto the ice, I didn't say a word to Harrison. I didn't wait for Viktor's men to clear the concourse. I didn't wait for a security escort to escort me down the elevator.I took the service stairs three at a time, my boots slamming hard against the metal steps as adrenaline surged through my veins like pure electricity.She had tried to destroy my husband's name with a deepfake. She had sat in our arena smiling at reporters. And now, one of our players was foaming at the mouth on a stretcher because she had slipped something into the team's water supply.I hit the basement doors at a full sprint, bursting through the double steel doors into the narrow VIP hallway.Ten yards ahead of me, a flash of bright red fabric cut through the gray shadows of the concrete corridor. Sasha was hurrying toward the rear exit, her high heels clicking frantically against the floorboards as she clutched a yello

AnastasiaThe private underground exit beneath the hockey arena was cold, quiet, and wet.Rain was pouring down outside the concrete tunnel, the sound of heavy water splashing against the asphalt echoing up the dark ramp. It was past midnight.The stadium crowds were completely gone, the screaming fans had cleared out of the parking lots, and the heavy security gates were locked shut behind us.I sat in the backseat of the custom black SUV, resting my head against Damien's shoulder. His heavy arm was wrapped tight around my waist, his fingers gently tracing small circles over my hip through the fabric of my dress. He looked exhausted, but his dark eyes were still sharp, scanning the quiet concrete walls as our driver pulled out toward the street.Harrison was sitting in the front passenger seat, flipping through digital files on his tablet. "The police just finished questioning Sasha at the precinct," Harrison said, looking back at us over his shoulder. "She admitted to everything. Th

AnastasiaI couldn't stand up on my own. My knees buckled, but Damien’s heavy arms caught me before my feet even hit the wet pavement.He held me tight against his chest. His heart was beating like a hammer inside his ribs. I pressed my face into the wet neck of his black shirt, shaking so hard my teeth chattered."I have you," Damien said. His voice was low and quiet against my ear. "You are safe now, Ant.""Damien," I gasped out. The word barely left my mouth before a sharp metal click echoed over the sound of the falling rain.A hand grabbed the back of my wet shirt and yanked me backward with a sudden, violent pull. I screamed as I was ripped away from Damien’s arms. My heels dragged across the wet, slippery wood of the pier.Brandon was standing right behind me. He was breathing in loud, ragged gasps. He looked like a dead man walking. The skin on his face was pale gray, and blood was running down his forehead, mixing with the rain water pouring off his chin. His left arm hung co

AnastasiaDamien stirred beside me, his hand gently rubbing my back. "Morning, Ant," he murmured, his voice low and sleepy."Morning," I whispered, leaning up to kiss his jaw. "How are you feeling?""Better now that you're in my arms," he said, turning his head to look at me with a soft smile.Before I could answer, the quiet morning air was shattered by the sharp ringing of Damien's phone on the bedside table.Damien frowned, reaching over my shoulder to grab the device. He looked at the screen, his dark eyebrows pulling together. "It's Harrison."He swiped the screen and put the phone on speaker. "Harrison, it's seven in the morning. What's wrong?""Turn on the news right now," Harrison’s voice came through the speaker, fast and tense. "Channel Six. Do it right now."Damien sat up instantly, pulling the blanket around his waist as he grabbed the remote control off the nightstand. He clicked the red button, and the big television screen mounted on the opposite wall flickered to life.