Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 14

-Maya POV-

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. A million conflicting emotions warred within me: anger, resentment, guilt, fear, and an unexpected pang of grief.

She was more like a trophy wife to Daniel Stone but the fact still remained-she was my mother.

Natalia placed a comforting hand on my arm, her presence grounding me in the midst of the emotional maelstrom. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision, but I blinked them back, refusing to crumble. "Where is she?" I demanded, my voice surprisingly steady.

He gave me the name of the hospital, and before I could even process the information, I was already pushing the call to end. Natalia helped me gather my things, moving with urgency yet understanding "I'll watch the kids," she promised, her voice firm and reassuring. "Go, be with your mother."

I didn't need to be told twice. With a quick hug of gratitude, I rushed out, my mind racing, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

Would I get to say goodbye?

I slammed through the automatic hospital doors, the sterile scent assaulting my senses as I skidded to a stop at the reception desk. My breaths were coming in ragged gasps, adrenaline fueled by the phantom echo of my father's words.

“Hello,” I choked out, forcing myself to calm down. "My mother was in an accident. She was brought here. Victoria Stone. I need to see her."

overly-tight smile and eyes that held no warmth, scanned

dismissive.

didn't bother registering her attitude. With a mumbled "thank you," I tore through

the ward, the scene that greeted me stopped me in my tracks. There, on a sofa, sat my mother, a magazine casually draped across her lap, as my father tapped away on his phone, the picture

on here?" The words seemed to rip from my throat, raw

devoid of any genuine concern "Amaya," he drawled, his voice flat and lacking warmth,

is going on?" I demanded, my voice rising in pitch. My eyes darted between them, searching for

in that silent exchange, I saw a flash of apology, a flicker of the mother I remembered before

I could read into it further, my father's voice cut through the tenso

he said, thrusting

momentarily stunned by the abruptness of

me to repeat myself, Amaya?" His voice grew sharper, laced with irritation. "Take

hot and potent. "Are you seriously kidding me right now? You seriously lied! To get me to come here?" I spat, finally piecing

i accepted the paper, the starkness of the white contrasting the vivid red blooming on my skin. Anger

My voice, barely a whisper, echoed in the sterile silence. "Why do you hate

in the air, a loaded accusation. I yearned to unleash the oriental frustration and hurt that had fostered within me for years, but something held me back. Perhaps it was the

stretched, suffocating

voice rose, each syllable laced with a tremor of disbelief and simmering anger. "Why do you despise me