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."

held no warmth,

dismissive.

a mumbled "thank you," I tore through the

my tracks. There, on a sofa, sat my mother, a magazine casually draped across her lap, as my father tapped away

The words seemed to rip from my throat, raw and laced with disbelief.

any genuine concern "Amaya," he drawled, his voice flat and

voice rising in pitch. My eyes darted between them,

and in that silent exchange, I saw a flash of apology, a flicker of

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

this," he said, thrusting a document in

stunned by the abruptness of

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

right now? You seriously lied! To get me to come here?" I spat, finally

vivid red blooming on my skin. Anger simmared, threatening to boll over, but exhaustion

the

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

the silence stretched, suffocating

to you?" My voice rose, each syllable laced with a tremor of disbelief and simmering anger. "Why do you