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."

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

dismissive.

a mumbled "thank

on a sofa, sat my mother, a magazine casually draped across her lap, as my

throat, raw and laced with disbelief. "You told

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

the hell is going on?" I demanded, my voice rising in pitch. My

face and eyes met for a fleeting moment, and in that silent exchange, I saw a flash of apology, a flicker of the mother I remembered before the walls

further, my father's voice cut through

thrusting a document in

I blinked, momentarily stunned by the abruptness of his

Amaya?" His voice grew sharper, laced with irritation. "Take the document and

lied! To get me to come here?" I spat,

vivid red blooming on my skin. Anger simmared, threatening to

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

question hung heavy in the air, a loaded accusation. I yearned to unleash the oriental frustration and hurt that had fostered within me for years, but something

the silence stretched,

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