Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 72

-Maya's POV-

Saturday

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Seventy-two hours.

Three excruciating days had crawled by since the earth had split open beneath my feet. Three days since the man I was supposed to call Dad. the one who should have been my protector, my safe harbor, had looked at me with such raw, naked hatred that the air itself seemed to crackle with hostility.

The vibrant chaos of the park swirled around me, a meaningless blur of sound and movement. Laughter, shouts of encouragement, the rhythmic thud of feet pounding the dirt-it all blended into a monotonous symphony of noise that did nothing to penetrate the thick fog clouding my mind.

Natalia sat beside me talking endlessly and outlining potential solutions to the text message problem.

"We could try a signal blocker. It wouldn't be foolproof, but it might buy us some time to track down the source."

My gaze remained fixed on a distant point on the horizon, a point that stretched into an endless void mirroring the hollowness within me. My chest felt heavy, and everything just felt so wrong.

"Or I've been doing some reading. We could use a counter-trace program. It's a little risky, but if we're careful..."

Her voice trailed off, and I finally tore my eyes away from the empty horizon. She was staring at me with a worried frown etched on her face.

"Amaya," her voice was gentle. "Are you even listening to me?"

A flicker of pain crossed Natalia's face for a fleeting moment before she recomposed herself. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Talk about it?

How could I possibly talk about it?

How could I put into words the searing pain of rejection that had branded itself onto my very soul? How could I explain the suffocating emptiness that had replaced the fragile hope I had clung to for so long? That someday we could get past whatever it was my father felt for me. He hated me. My own father simply hated me.

So, I remained silent, my gaze returning to the park ground, Across the field, a blur of black hair and bright blue eyes darted between swings, his laughter echoing through the air as he chased after Ivy. Her

sight of them playing together would bring a smile to my face, a much-needed dose of joy in the often harsh world we lived in. But today, even their playful energy couldn't break through the shroud of despair that enveloped me. Their laughter sounded distant, muffled by

me, his chest puffed out with pride as he wrapped his hand

he exclaimed, his voice filled with childish

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on my lips. "Good job, Nate,"

me with her tiny hands, "Come on, Mommy. Let's play." I smiled down at her, "Mommy is

both exclaimed at the

my pain. Ivy and

to make you feel better," Natalia finally sighed,

my self-imposed isolation. I turned to

nothing to say."

"I have a father, and...

jaw clenched tight, "Look, I know this hurts, Amaya. It hurts like hell. But

out and squeezed my hand, "I know what it's like to be hurt by the people you care about. And trust me, letting them win, letting their words

searching mine. "You don't turn it off. You feel it. You acknowledge it. But you don't let it define you. You are Amaya Stone, Maya freaking

edge of the park. Her eyes widened in alarm, and a flicker of cold

"Natalia? What's wrong?"

her sudden alarm. But I saw nothing out of the ordinary, just the usual hustle and bustle of

"We need to get the twins and go." The confusion that

our things scattered around the bench. "We need to get the twins and

what about -"I began to protest,

in a bright, cheerful voice that contrasted

around her.

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happily engrossed in their game of tag with a couple of

I pleaded, my voice laced with

her voice rising in volume as she called out for the twins again.

twins spotted Natalia and reluctantly started making their way towards us. Nate tried to bargain