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.

bother registering her attitude. With a mumbled

on a sofa, sat my mother,

to rip from my throat, raw and laced with disbelief. "You told me she was in an

concern "Amaya,"

I demanded, my voice rising in pitch. My eyes darted between them, searching

I saw a flash of apology, a flicker of the mother I remembered before the walls went

read into it further, my

he said, thrusting a document in my

momentarily stunned by the abruptness of

voice grew sharper,

now? You seriously lied! To get

vivid red blooming on my skin. Anger simmared,

echoed in the sterile silence. "Why do

years, but something held me back. Perhaps it was the vulnerability flickering in my mother's eyes, or the raw pain

stretched, suffocating

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