Semua Bab RECLAIMING MY LIFE FROM THE UNTOUCHABLE CEO : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Hazel's POV"It is too early," I gasped, gripping Julian's arm as another contraction tore through me, panic and pain tangling together into something almost unbearable, the kitchen tilting sharply around me.Julian's face had gone pale, but his hands were steady as he helped me into the car, Grace still asleep against Vivian's shoulder as she promised to stay through the night without being asked twice, her voice calm despite the fear I could see flickering behind her eyes."You are going to be fine," Julian said, though his voice trembled slightly with the same fear clawing through my own chest. "Both of you. I promise."The hospital swallowed us whole for the second time in weeks, nurses moving with practiced urgency while the doctor examined me carefully beneath harsh, fluorescent light, the same room, the same fear, though this time it carried the added weight of everything we had already survived."She is early, but strong," the doctor finally said. "Given everything, I would ra

Hazel's POV "Do not open it," Julian said, his voice low and sharp, the envelope trembling slightly in his grip. "Not until we know who sent it." I stood frozen in the hallway, my heart pounding against my ribs as I stared at the single word written across the front. Grace. Not Mrs. Daniel. Not Julian. Only our daughter's name, written in ink that looked almost familiar, though I could not place where I had seen it before. "It could be nothing," I said, though my voice shook as I said it. "A card from a classmate. A birthday invitation." "Grace does not have school yet," Julian said quietly. "She is three." "Then a neighbor," I tried again, grasping for anything that might make the fear in my chest loosen its grip. "Someone from the park. Children draw pictures for each other all the time, Julian." He did not answer right away, and his silence frightened me more than any argument could have. The quiet that followed pressed heavily against my chest. I watched Julian turn

Hazel's POV "I am not here to hurt anyone," the woman said, her voice trembling as she stood on our porch in the rain. "I only wanted to see her face." I stared at her, my heart hammering as I took in the dark hair, the guarded eyes, so painfully similar to the woman in Richard's old photograph that my breath caught in my throat. "Who are you," I asked carefully, keeping myself firmly between her and the hallway where Grace's small shoes sat by the door. "My name is Mara," she said. "Mara Whitfield. I believe your husband's father knew my mother, a long time ago." Julian appeared beside me instantly, his body tense, protective, his eyes narrowing as he studied the woman standing soaked and shivering on our doorstep. "You sent the drawing," he said. It was not a question. Mara's eyes widened, something like panic flickering across her face. "What drawing? I have never sent anything to this house. I only just found the courage to come here myself, tonight." "Someone clai

Hazel's POV "Smile," Julian murmured against my ear, his hand steady at the small of my back. "Whatever happens tonight, we do not let her see us afraid." I forced my lips into a practiced smile as we crossed the theater lobby, cameras flashing around us, the crowd murmuring appreciatively at the restored gold ceiling and the polished marble floor beneath our feet. "Grace is with the security team," Vivian said quietly, appearing at my elbow. "Third row, exactly where we agreed. Adrian is watching the east entrance personally." "How many guards," Julian asked quietly, his eyes still scanning the crowd even as he smiled politely toward a passing donor. "Six inside, four outside," Vivian said. "Diane insisted on doubling the usual detail after everything with Lena." "And Lena," I asked, scanning the crowd nervously despite my best efforts to appear calm. "No sign yet," Vivian said. "But that does not mean she is not here." Mara joined us a moment later, dressed simply bu

Hazel's POV "She is safe," the officer called out, and the words hit me like a physical wave, my knees nearly buckling beneath the sudden, overwhelming force of relief. Grace came running from the warehouse entrance moments later, her small face streaked with tears, her recital costume torn slightly at the hem, but her eyes lighting instantly the moment she saw me. "Mommy," she sobbed, crashing into my arms with a force that nearly knocked me backward. "The lady said I had a sister. She said she would show me." I held her fiercely, tears streaming freely down my own face, Julian's arms wrapping tightly around both of us, the three of us trembling together in the cold night air. "You are safe now," I whispered against her hair. "Mommy and Daddy have you. You are safe." "Did I do something wrong," Grace asked, her small voice muffled against my shoulder. "She said if I was good, I would get to meet her." "You did nothing wrong," Julian said fiercely, cupping her small face