His Heir, Her Escape

eak, shaking uncontrollably. I was still gasping f

the hallway. The two orderlies who had pu

I saw

a smug, satisfied smirk on her face. She was

oice dripping with contempt. "Having a little pa

few nurses and hospital staff had stopped to st

e hoarse. My fear was being rapid

hat? Ask the doctors to be thorough? Brayden was

hobia. She and Brayden had planned th

rt an assault. I was held in that machine again

d for a second. A flicker

d respond, a commanding v

n' t be n

l the air out of the space. He dismissed the onlookers w

s a routine medical procedure, Amelia. Your concu

terror as female hysterics. The she

rina' s triumphant one. They were a

e woman who had loved h

my voice low and shaking with fur

change. He simply raised an

r whisper so only I could hear. "Don' t push me,

," I shot back, the words esc

g truly dangerous in them. But it was gone as quickly

r of my child. Your place is with me. Yo

f war. "I will not be your prisoner. I

smile that didn' t reach his

t and pulled out a small, velvet pouch. He op

mother died, I' d had him moved to a private mausoleum Brayden had purc

leaning," Brayden said, his voice casual. "I

er' s grave. He was holding my family' s mem

whispered, the word

ged at him, my hands balled into fists, striking his ches

y and grief streaming down my face. "I

n flinch. He just watched me, his expression one of cold

in, his lips c

d you will spend the rest of y

overwhelming. "You are mine, Amelia. Your bod

"Take her home. She' s not to lea

impersonal. I was being frog-marched out

He was still standing there, watching me, the vel

harina, a silent acknowledg

autiful, empty mansion he called

on. And he wa