The Bride In The Wrong Wedding
"The maternal instinct is a powerful, chemical cage. You will not kill your own child."
"I watched my mother rig a mountain to explode just to save her own skin," Isabella hissed, the scalpel digging a fraction of a millimeter deeper. "I am the daughter of Eleanor Vance and the wife of Julian Sterling. I have been forged in blood, betrayal, and fire. Do not test my capacity for violence. If that man pulls the trigger, I swear to God I will bleed out in front of you."
A heavy, suffocating silence descended over the corridor. The only sound was the rhythmic, mechanical hiss of Julian’s ventilator echoing from the speakers inside the ICU.