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Chapter 28: Desperate Measures

Chapter 28: Desperate Measures

(Victoria's POV)

"Remember," he hissed over his shoulder, "no tricks. I need that money by afternoon"

One hundred thousand dollars was nothing compared to what Ethan provided monthly.

Ever since Emma's knife attack by that deranged Derek Savage, Ethan had covered all her medical expenses

without question. His generosity toward us had only Increased after the incident. "You'll get it," I replied coolly, watching him hurry toward the exit.

His timing couldn't have been worse. Ethon was already striding across the garden, his powerful frame

casting a long shadow over the medicinal plants. His amber eyes scanned the area with predatory alertness

"Who was that?" he asked, coming to stand beside me. His protective presence immediately surrounded me

like a shield.

I placed my hand on his arm, my touch deliberately gentle. "Just someone asking for directions to the emergency section," I lied smoothly. "He seemed confused about the Medical Den's layout."

Ethan's gaze lingered on Roland's retreating figure. For a moment, I feared he might follow the man, but then

The turned his attention back to me.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked, his voice softening as he examined my healing

cuts.

"Much better," I assured him, leaning into his touch. The doctors say I can go home today."

He nodded, offering me his arm. "I've brought the car around. Emma is waiting at home with her nanny"

As we walked toward the exit, I couldn't help but smile. Ethan Stone, the most powerful Alpha in the Northern

Territories, was escorting me like a precious treasure while his actual mate was nowhere to be seen.

The thought of Olivia alone at Maple Grove filled me with satisfaction. Soon, with Roland Warner's evidence silenced, nothing would stand between me and what I deserved.

(Olivia's POV)

I woke with a pounding headache, my mouth dry as sand. The sleeping remedy had knocked me out for nearly a full day, judging by the evening light filtering through my curtains.

My stomach growled painfully, reminding me that I hadn't eaten since before my confrontation with Ethan. The memory of his denial about Lily's death sent a fresh wave of grief through me.

I forced myself out of bed, wincing as my bruises protested the movement. After a quick shower, I headed out

to find food, too exhausted to cook.

The small restaurant near Maple Grove offered excellent venison stew. I sat in a corner booth,

spoonful as warmth spread through my body.

ng each

"More bread, Mrs. Winters?" the waitress asked, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of my bruised face.

grateful for her discretion. Thank

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Chapter 20 Besperate Me

my bill and stepped outside, pulling my jacket tighter against the cool

made me uneasy. I had barely taken twenty steps when I heard it

instantly. The memory of Darius Reed's attack in Shadow

mind

into my bag, fingers closing around the small dagger I now carried everywhere. The metal felt

pace exactly, I stopped abruptly and spun around,

ready.

was no one

path behind me stretched empty and silent. A chill ran down my

night air.

I called, my voice steady despite my

Only silence answered me.

more quickly now. Within seconds, the

My in

instincts screamed danger. I broke into a run, not

footsteps behind

me when my apartment building came into view. I fumbled with my key card at

unlocked with a click. I rushed inside, turning immediately to look through

path outside remained empty. No shadowy figure, no obvious threat. Yet my senses told

the elevator, pressing the button repeatedly as if that would make it arrive faster. When

trying to calm my racing heart. Perhaps I was

I stepped out cautiously, scanning the

to my apartment door.

as I inserted my key into the lock.

of my home.

stepped inside quickly, prepared to slam the

man's hand hot out,

fast, Mrs. Winters,"

to force the door closed, but he was stronger. He pushed his

bulky frame blocking my

escape route

from my bag and

hands slightly, though his posture

have to say first."

the apartment lights, I recognized him - Roland Warner, the gambling addict whose wife had been a potential kidney donor for

you want? I demanded, keeping the

have information about your daughter's death. Information you'd

to hear"

heart stuttered in my

kidney donor," he said,

on the dagger faltered. "Tell me,"

an unpleasant smile. "One

not even hesitating.

shook his head.

I know you're telling

was a perfect match for Lily. Yet somehow

Roland nodded. "I need the money by Friday. Cash or bank transfer, I don't care which." He handed

bank details. Two days, Mrs. Winters.

and left, closing the door

clutching the

dollars - where would I get that kind of money in

hours passed in a blur of desperate phone calls and