The Billionaire Widow's Redemption

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den quiet of my mind. A cover. They were going to steal my life, my name, for a child t

came a physical torment. Tears streamed down my face, hot and silent. Through the blur, I saw a

once said he liked, only for him to turn away, blaming a headache. I'd initiated contact count

r Jodie, he was more than ready.

and Jodie were already there. He was placing a piece of cantaloupe on

Carter said, his smil

hand was resting on her thigh, his t

t. I sat down, the chair scraping

of annoyance crossing his

ng to her mouth. She bolted from the table, and we

o her, but he caught my eye and froze. His gaze darted back and forth b

He kept looking toward the powder room, his

ale and shaken, Carter

private chef, who stood nervously by the kitche

favorite. He knew it. This wasn't about the food; i

ished. I pushed

demanded, grabbing my wrist. H

not h

e. Up to the cliffs. The fresh air will do Jodie good." He didn't wait for my response, turning to the maid. "

he preferred to the specific brand of crackers she ate. I was an

d a small, pink silk pillow was tucked against the headrest. Jodie's. I remembered ask

sanctuary, j

. "Jodie, why don't you sit up fr

the entire drive in the back, watching them in the rearview mirror. They

ds who met us there, but his eyes constantly strayed to Jodie. He knew exactly when to rem

. He quickly turned to me, a fake smile plastered on his

able to drink cranberry juice for two years. N

now. Or he

plate of shrimp. "H

ish. Jodie loves shrim

ruised purple. The wind picked up,

my voice tight. "The r

Jodie whined, pulling her blanket tig

, his tone leaving no room f

, daring me to arg

hift. A low rumble grew into a roar, and a wave of mud

mbled to my feet, but my ankle twisted on the

creamed, reac

ept Jodie into his arms and ran for the line of

y concern the woman in his arms. The sense of ab

other, before my foot slipped again. This time, there was nothing to stop me. I tumb

s the crushing weight of my ow

tal bed. Carter was sitting besi

aid softly. "

t my throat was raw.

ribs and a bad concussion. Jodie... Jodie's face was cut up pretty badly by some f

ing. "They need a donor, Hazel. From yo