Dying, I Left His Ruthless Bed

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e fresh bruises from the IV lines. Kade's face was in

led, his voice vibrating through my

med without a single drop of anesthesia-throbbing in my womb like

his phone from his pocket. He tapped the

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ough the gray haze clouding my

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sn't there. The tex

hispered, looking up

, her expression a perfect portrait of concern, but h

was final. In the Mafia, a liar was wor

et of my thin hospital gown, desperate to prove I was

placed a manicured hand on his bicep. "Don't do this here. She's...

not in the way it burned me. He di

Kade spat, his eyes never l

p and doubled over, clutching her s

to strangle me vanished, replaced by a protector. He turned to her, his h

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g her full weight against him. "My

bleeding into a hospital pad, needed help. He scooped Carla up into his arms, h

ou," he mur

e walked straight toward the double doors at the end of the corridor-the en

ress to the place wher

ve. I stood alone in the freezing corridor, the

ve back to the estate. I

ely made it up the grand staircase, my legs trembling with every step

lling to my knees before the toi

was blood. Bright,

t to the luxury surrounding me. The cancer was eating me alive, gnaw

en collapsed onto the Persian rug. The room s

have pa

my white ragdoll cat, was purring anxiously against my neck. I

the

came from

suit, though his tie was now undone. He loomed over me, staring at the bl

for a medic. He just watched, as if I we

etallic taste of blood co

His steel-gray eyes scanned my face, search

oice devoid of warmth. "Carla told me everything

d, the truth slipping o

once more. He adjusted his cuffs

as her blood," he said coldly. "Cle

bedroom, leaving me lying in