All Chapters of The Runaway Wife He Claimed: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Grey's POVI sat beside Lily's chair, watching her sleep peacefully. The steady beeping of the heart monitor filled the quiet room, mixing with the soft hum of the air conditioner.I studied her face carefully.The shape of her eyes. The curve of her lips. The way her lashes rested against her cheeks. Even the way she breathed in her sleep.God.She was a carbon copy of Amelia.It was like looking at Amelia all over again, only younger. The same beautiful face, the same features that had a way of holding my attention longer than they should.I shifted my gaze to the heart monitor, watching the numbers change while the machine continued to beep steadily.Knowing Lily was going to be okay eased something in my chest. I had never been the kind of man who cared about other people's children, but this little girl was different. Maybe it was because she belonged to Amelia. Maybe it was because I had watched her get hurt and knew how close things could have gone wrong.Whatever the reason, I

Amelia's POV The steady, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was the only thing keeping me anchored to reality as I drifted in and out of sleep in the uncomfortable hospital chair. My whole body ached with a bone-deep exhaustion, but my mind refused to rest, replaying Grey’s disbelief, Amanda’s cruel threats, and the suffocating terror of almost losing my daughter. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lily lying there, so small and still that fear wrapped around my chest all over again. Then I felt a soft pressure against my fingers. “Mommy?” The small, raspy voice cut through the quiet room. My eyes opened slowly, my eyelids heavy as if someone had tied weights to them. For a moment, the harsh hospital lights blurred above me, and I couldn't tell whether I was awake or still trapped somewhere inside the nightmare. Then I looked down. Those familiar, wide eyes were staring back at me. Lily. My breath caught so sharply that my chest hurt. She blinked at me, her little fin

Amelia's POV The first place I drove to was Grey’s company, but when I arrived, his car wasn't there, and the building was still unusually quiet for a weekday morning.It was barely seven.He had to still be home.I reversed out of the parking lot and headed straight for his estate, my hands locked around the steering wheel as Amanda’s cold, venomous words kept playing over and over in my head.My fingers tightened until my knuckles ached.How dare she?How could she threaten my daughter and then sit somewhere comfortably, thinking she could get away with it?The audio file on my phone felt like the only thing keeping me from completely losing control. Amanda had finally given me something I could use against her, and this time, Grey wouldn't be able to look me in the eyes and tell me I was imagining things.She was going to pay for what she had done to Lily.When I finally pulled up outside Grey’s house, his sleek car was sitting in the driveway, confirming what I already suspected

Amelia's POVAfter Amanda was arrested, I stood beside Grey's car, waiting for him to finish talking to her father.The man looked completely crushed. His shoulders were slumped, and there was a painful look in his eyes that made me feel sorry for him. No matter what Amanda had done, she was still his daughter. I couldn't imagine how hard it must have been to watch the police take her away.He probably wouldn't let her stay in there for long. He was her father, after all, and if the press found out about the arrest, it would become a huge story. I had no idea how he planned to keep it quiet, but somehow, I knew he'd find a way.When Grey finally finished speaking with him, he turned and walked back toward me.As soon as he reached the car, he looked at me.“Get in. I'll drive you to the hospital.”I nodded without saying anything and opened the passenger door. Once I was inside, Grey got behind the wheel and started the engine.A few moments later, we were pulling onto the street.Fo

Amelia's POV Before I could even find the words to apologize or come up with some stupid excuse about being lost, half a dozen black firearms came up at once, their barrels swinging toward the alcove where I stood.Every muscle in my body locked.My hands shot into the air before I even realized I was raising them, and my back pressed harder against the damp brick wall. Cold rain slipped beneath the collar of my coat, but I barely noticed it. All I could see were the guns pointed at me.Then my eyes found Grey.He hadn't moved.He stood in the middle of the rain in that soaked tactical jacket, his dark hair dripping onto his forehead, his gun hanging loosely at his side. He wasn't shouting. He wasn't even angry.He was just staring at me.And somehow, that was worse.There was something dangerously calm about the way he looked at me, as if his mind was racing behind those cold eyes while the rest of him had gone completely still.Then someone beside him shifted.I almost forgot about