My Crown, His End: A Vengeful Heart

shocked indignation. Easton recovered fi

narled, taking a protective step in front of Gi

plied, my voice dangerously quiet. I didn't look at him. My eyes remained locked on Gisele. "My t

ns; they didn't need to. Their presence was enough-a silent, overwhelming

r voice cracking. "East

e with a roar. He placed himself squarely between them and Gisele, his b

hoing off the metal walls. "This was a test f

smissing the risk to our child. Now he was shielding his mistress, his primary

our own kidnapping, you use our unborn child as bait in a corpo

a cornered animal's panic in their depths. "You're p

y as a reason for concern, but as a weapo

bitter it burned my throat. "How thoughtless of me." I to

at Gisele, his expression softening into one of reassurance. He was

her, the final, supporting pillar of m

; it was a tearing sensation. My hand instinctively went to my belly, t

h, Go

usually a stoic mask, b

. He saw my face, drained of all color. For a split second, something other th

te. He had hesita

s, a choked sob escaping my lips. My men rushed forward, forming a prot

s comms. "We have a medical em

disbelief and dawning horror. Gisele was staring, her hand over her mouth

aid one life

the grimy concrete floor as dar

renching, physical manifestation of my emotional agony. Easton and Gisele were gone. Va

atched only by the emptiness in my soul, I picked up my phone. I dialed the number I

anders.

impatient, just as

and unfamiliar. There was a sharp intak

all. Every asset you have planted inside my company. Every loyalist