novelxo Chapter Billionaire Shadow 94
Chapter 94
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The moment Alexander walked through the doors that evening, his presence commanded the room, as always. Annie wasted no time. She approached him with hurried steps, a practiced smile gracing her lips, and immediately wrapped her arms around him. Her voice was soft, deliberately tender, as she murmured into his ear, "I'm so proud of you."
Alexander didn't move, didn't hug her back. The tension in his body was solid under her grasp, and he just stood there, not hearing a word she said. His mind went somewhere else, to places Annie knew nothing about. Alexander didn't have to say it out loud-the woman he desired, the one whose memory haunted his thoughts and even his dreams, wasn't Annie..
She did not let his distant demeanor deter her. Her voice was sweet and laced with mock sincerity. "I'm proud of what our foundation is doing for those poor kids. Adám Hersel is an animal. What he's done is incomprehensible. I'd love to be of help, you know. Perhaps I could-"
Alexander cut her off by firmly stepping back, his arms falling away from the hug. He was expressionless, voice e don't have to. Leave everything to me." even. "You
For an instant, Annie faltered; her disappointment flashed before she masked it. She wrapped her arms protectively around her still-flat stomach, playing her next card. "We're going to be parents soon, Alexander. As an expecting mother, I find it hard to stomach that anybody would harm such innocent children like that. I need to do more. I'm going with you to the hospital tomorrow."
Alexander's eyes went cold. "For your health's sake, I think it is best you remain at home. Hospitals are not the right place for you presently, considering your condition. And please remember, you are barred from that hospital..
Her jaw clenched, but she immediately relaxed her features, tilting her head to feign comprehension. "Well," she said, forcing a soft, pleasant laugh, "I insist. What do you think the world will say when they see me going for check up in at different hospital?" "You can go to another branch." Alexander replied.
"I shall not." Annie finally said icily, her tone rang out a little too loudly for her liking. It's time I play my role as your future partner out in the open. Rather significant, wouldn't you agree?
Her words hung in the air, but Alexander didn't say a word. He simply turned his gaze away, his mind still elsewhere. Annie took that for her cue and turned away, her heels sofily clicking as she walked toward the staircase.
The moment she was out of view, the mask of calm broke, and her face became a calculation. Her hands quivered, just a little, not from fear, but from the knowledge that her scheme had begun. She had needed a valid reason for entering the hospital without arousing suspicion, and now she had one.
Adam Hersel came work in to a world of shadows, his surroundings unbeknownst to him, sterile and bleached white. The thought sent his face into contortion as he blinked upwards toward the unfamiliar ceiling; he was surrounded by the gentle hum of distant voices, the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor quiet intruder into the stillness. And then, in one fast-flooding wave, there was the rush of hot memories that terrified him. His breath clogged in his throat in sudden fear.
The last thing he remembered was his body lying in a pool of his own blood, the life-slipping away from him while gang members walked away without a single backward glance. He can still feel the cold sting of betrayal, the sticky warmth of his blood seeping into the ground beneath him. His vision had blurred, darkness clawing at the edges, and in those final moments, he was certain it was the end.
His chest rose and fell with short breaths as his wide, terrified eyes darted around the room. A moment in his mind, be thought he was dead, that this was some hell where his sins had brought him. He opened his mouth to speak, to cry out, but a sharp, searing pain radiated through his body, silencing him. No sound escaped his cracked lips, his throat dry and parched.
Desperation surged, and he tried to move, only to feel the cold, nyielding bite of metal against his wrists His arms
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strained, but the cuffs binding him to the bed didn't give. Panic erupted anew, his heart pounding like a war drum. He tugged against his restraints with all the strength he could muster, but his battered body betrayed him.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he struggled to calm himself, bis gaze darting frantically around the room. The sterile smell, the faint hum of medical equipment-this wasn't the afterlife. He was in a hospital. The realization hit him like a tidal wave: he hadn't died. Somehow, miraculously, he had survived.
A rush of emotions swept over him: fear, relief, and an aching, bone-deep regret that made his throat tighten. He closed his eyes, his body trembling, the weight of his choices weighing in upon him. This wasn't a second chance granted by luck; it was a reckoning. Images of his family swam to the forefront of his mind: his wife her eyes once filled with love and hope, now replaced by disappointment and hurt, his children, their tiny hands reaching for a father who had always been too consumed by his own vices to care. He had failed them all, destroyed not just his life but theirs too.
The memories attacked him, and a few tears welled up in his eyes, sliding down the temples. Birthday parties he had never attended, the screaming through the house, his wife's voice trembling when she implored him to change. Then, the silence of the finality when they finally gave up on him and left. He couldn't blame them. How could he? He had pushed them away with every selfish decision, every reckless gamble, every cruel word. The pain in his chest now wasn't just from the wounds inflicted by his attackers; it was the crushing weight of his failures.
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