The Billionaire's Prey
He slowed, breath ragged, and peered inside.
Maya was there, lying in a hospital bed, pale, unconscious, tubes snaking from her arms, monitors beeping steadily. Relief crashed over him, then froze. A man stood beside her, tall, in a dark suit, his hand resting lightly on the bedrail, his voice low, murmuring words Elijah couldn’t catch. Maya’s chest rose and fell, oblivious, her face still, almost peaceful. Elijah’s world tilted. The man turned slightly, and Elijah’s breath caught—Stephen, his stepbrother, a face he hadn’t seen in years, scar slicing his jaw, eyes glinting with something unreadable.
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