Escaping The CEO With His Quadruplets

ron clamps. She tried to struggle, to dig her heels into the floor, but she was weak, her body wracked with

gan to

her legs, leaving a dark trail on the

essly against the smooth, pa

ereal drumbeat. They weren't men watching a woman in agony; they were o

contractions, the crushing weight of her belly, the brutal grip on her arms-it all conspired to push her into a hazy, dreamlike stat

he memories came. U

msy accident. It was a calculated interception. He had known she would be there. He had already run the backgro

ingle, casual conversation. She had thought he was being thoughtful. Now she knew:

tell her stories until she fell asleep. She had believed he was comforting his beloved. Now she understood:

destar, the light that guided him through his cold, dark world. What a sick, poetic lie. The only sta

ms, laughing, promising her the world. He wasn't celebrating the creation of their family. He was celebrating a successful yield. He

belly, as if to shield her childr

ouch was an assessment. Every whispered "I l

g. All the beautiful, cherished moments of the last three years curdled

e had been a project. A long-te

e of nausea so profound it wa

she had thought was her savior, her soulmate, was a monster. A creature

death for the last hour, finally gave its last gasp. And in th

a

ld, and

d again-harder this time, more coordinated. They wer

e. It spread through her veins, sharpening her

r voice a ragged whisper. "Hold on, babi

rds a vow in the deepest part of her s

p away everything he held dear, just as he had done to her. She would make him feel a

ed into a steady, reassuri

ve her a reason to fight through the waves of pain, a

meras, fire exit, two in the morning." A seed. S

A sign on the wall read: SURGICAL WING - RESTRICTED A

cution

corridor. Somewhere back there was the room wher