His Wish, My Dying Heart

s arms. He hurried her away, his back a rigid wall of disapproval. Kacey, ever the damse

at rattled the entire house. Broderick stood there, his eyes blazing, a storm brewing behind

is voice was a low snarl, eac

er laugh escaped my lips. "Why don' t you just strangle m

"I never betrayed you," I whispered, the wor

ugh my abdomen, and I gasped, m

, Celina? After all you' ve done?" He leaned closer, his voice laced with venom. "Why would Justin

th, stealing my voice. What was the point?

nt, Broderick." I spat the words, the defiance

t. But before I could, he slammed me back onto the bed, his body pressing

n, but his words were chilling. "You' re disgusting, Ce

ed. His hatred, his disgust, pierced through

by one. "Perhaps," he murmured, his eyes cold and calcul

unding against his chest, but it was like hitting a brick wall. I bi

ating agony in my stomach, forcin

he sneered, his eyes

words barely audible through clen

them. With a desperate surge of adrenaline, I shoved

ed earlier, tumbled to the floor. The painkiller

d on the scattered documents. He be

th panic. I lunged forward, trying to

, pulling them free. His gaze, once cold, now filled wi

al dia

onto the floor. My secret, exp

n looked back at me, his face a complex mix of emotions I co

onto the bed. "Another one of your pathetic tricks, Celina?" His voice was

t help me. But his touch was cold, his fingers gently wiping away

void of pity, "it wouldn' t pain me in the slightest." He sco

"You' re too young for a terminal illness, Celina. This

ragged myself to the bed, my fingers fumbling for the abandoned p

thless laugh escaping my lips. Tears s