The Surgeon's Vow: Healing My Billionaire Husband

l table. Her knuckles were white, the skin stretched tight over the bone. She focused on the sensation of her own pulse throbbing in her

was a sound of friction, me

e. He didn't look at her. He looked at the

ed. "New evidence submitted by the victim's legal team

onstriction of her diaphragm, but her face remained a mask of porcelain indifference. She had

said, stepping aside

-hit Mia before he even sat down. It overpowered the smell of industrial

ce, heavy and suffocating, f

lder onto the table. It slid across the metal

ssed on the leather. The

were royalty in New York, the kind of old money

. "You sign, the charges disappear. The parole b

roat. "Has the stock price dropped that low, Howa

his temple. He slammed his palm on the

men would kill for this? Lucas Kensington is

en in the ICU for three months. The doctors declared his condition irreversible last week. You aren't sellin

r in his eyes was replaced b

s suit jacket. He pulled out a photogr

heart hammered against h

toddler in a playground. The face was turned away, but on the back of the chi

lurred. The

table, her fingers c

er wrist. His g

ng. "You told me he died in the incubato

rd smiled, showing his teeth. "He's alive. He's safe. He's well-fed.

aced by a cold, paralyzing dread. She stared into her

k out of here. She could disappear. But if she ran, she would never find the location of the child. She needed a legal ident

at down. She forced her lungs t

the pen?"

anc fountain pen. He unc

out the prenup, the debt transfer, or the fact that s

and permanent. She signed Mia Sterling. The tip of the

said. He took the

o stays,"

. He tossed the photo back t

ched the image of the birthmark. She tucked it into

lked out of the heavy steel

waiting. It wasn't her father's

lderly man with a face like

r said. He didn't o

The door locked automatically. T

n't thinking about the wedding. She was visualizing the anatomy of the cervical s

rdness of six thin, sharpened silver wires she had painstakingly fashioned from a stolen coil in the prison wor

to a marriage. Sh

dress box Howard had clearly arranged. She pulled out the white silk dress. It was simple, elegant, and felt like a costume. She pulled it on, the silk cool against