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Stolen hearts

Chapter 4 Phase 1 (Coming Home)

Word Count: 1073    |    Released on: 10/05/2025

eyes scanning the pavement. The moment

What if she loses her memory?" He looked back toward the street like he expected to see someone

already decided. "I know how she was bleeding-it looked worse than it is. And

ad slowly. "I don't

king toward the car. "C

d the bloodstained pavement and the weig

to his office. The space was clean, and controlled. Papers were neatly stacked on the desk, bluepri

ard was his shot, the moment he'd been grooming for months. As he arranged the documents into a sleek black folder

is room. He stood by the window, fo

ed from the hospital, Jonathan deci

gh quiet streets. She sat beside him, wrapped in a soft

t," Martin said gently.

slowly but

ame?" he asked

. I don't know,(

ne light. "Alright, no prob

d at him,

t Tina?"

e. "No... that

okay.

her nose. "Tha

ghed. "Tou

t she still held. She opened it slowly, flipping throug

said softly. "Leah...

ed in. "Lib

no

tles it," he sa

faintly. "Y

way flanked by manicured hedges and glass sculptures that caught the early morning light. The mansion

slightly in awe. "Th

ou've been living here for two years and t

r. He just kept drivi

artin muttered, though there w

he back door and helped Leah out with a kind of quiet focu

aid, leading them thro

aulted ceilings, floors that gleamed, and a chandelier that looked like frozen rain suspended in

n place, taki

museum," sh

ed toward a hallway. "Come. You can

ke a luxury suite. The bed was massive, layered in soft blankets. The w

yours,"

ouched the edge of the bed, t

a nod. "Rest. Martin an

d him, still muttering about hidden man

grazing the smooth fabric of the blanket. The room was stunning-more beaut

the door, then ba

ally work? s

small talk. He had helped her out of the car like a polite stranger, not someone ready to s

Jonathan would help me, protect me. But what if Max was w

t in the spiral of her t

ssed through c

pillow, and a sharp ache lanced through her

r, The

of headlights, the dull slam of her body against the hood, then

The chandelier in the hallway cast soft shadows across the room,

lids gr

er pain, the ache in her body and mi

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