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Chapter 4 

Word Count: 892    |    Released on: 02/07/2025

the penthouse. The next morning, a defeated silence hung between us. I expected punishment, another brutal lesson. In

s doctor," he said

ed as I picked

's condition has stabilized. It' s remarkable. The new treatment, the one Mr. Harrison a

e. He had created the crisis by keeping me from her, and then he had solved it. He was the arsonist and the firefighter, the source

rrison's private line, the one that sat on his bedside table. He a

demanded.

and looked at me, his eyes wide with an em

door. Don't open it

e lock clicking into place echoing in the silent room. Hours passed. I paced the floo

g open and Harrison stumbled in, his suit torn, his face bruised and bleeding from a cut

e source of his fear.

I whispered, ru

against the wall. "Old business. He though

in his eyes. It hadn't been for himself. It had

out to touch the cut on his

s between captor and protector blurred. He had put me in this gilded c

e said, his voice gr

e returning from a follow-up appointment for my mother. The world exploded in a shower of shattered glass and screeching metal. H

ut Harrison took the brunt of it. I heard him groan, a low, guttural sound of

hispered, my

ark stain spreading across his white shirt.

... but

out, but I could see the li

ury, moved with a terrifying speed. He launched himself at the man holding me, a blur of controlled violence. He disarmed him and an

n that if anything happened to him, they were to detonate a series of charges in his rival's offshore accounts, effectively ruining him. It was a suicide mission, a scorched-earth policy. He was willing to sacrifice everything to keep me safe, or rather, to k

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