From Ocean's Grave To Queen

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my limbs ached, and every breath felt like a struggle. I collapsed onto my bed, the wooden bird still clutched in my hand, too

yself to the door, my body protesting with every painful movement. The world was a kaleidoscope of colors and

, soft and hesitant, asked

a distant concept. Then another wave of

ciousness, aware of hushed voices, the clinking of glasses. There was a warmth surrounding me, a sense of car

A pang of disappointment, sharp and unexpected, pie

in, a bowl of steaming soup in her hands. Her eyes, filled with a gentle

de table, buzzed insistently. I picked it up, my he

warehouse, our main distribution hub! He took down half the security team! And.

y eyes narrowed, a cold fury replacing the pa

nor. He thinks you... he thinks you stole Hayleigh's baby. He's saying you c

atched me with growing conc

too far." I threw off the covers, ignoring the throbbi

protested, rushing to my side. "Let you

ng away. "This is m

uette against the stormy sky. When I arrived, the scene was chaotic. Blake's men, armed and aggressive, guarded the perimeter. In the center, tied to a ruste

decided to show up. Come to face what you've done? Hayleigh lost our b

my face a mask of calm. "I am sorry for your loss, Blake," I said, my voice quiet but firm. "I truly am. No one deserves that pain." The words felt like ash in my mout

always lie! You're just jeal

Hayleigh... she faked the whole thing! Eleanor was the one who couldn't have children! She lost her only chance

truth. Blake froze, his face draining o

nts you to hurt me! He wants revenge for Eleanor!" She started to cry, her body

ntorted mask of confusion and rage. "Is that true, Ethan?" he growled, his

elf to sleep every night for months. Ask her why she pushed herself so hard building this empire. It wa

at Ethan, then at me. "So, she's broken. And you, Ethan, you dared to make fun o