Bonds

Chapter 14

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?

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

choked out, forcing myself to calm down. “My mother was in an accident. She was brought here. Victoria Stone.

smile and eyes that held no warmth, scanned my frantic state. “Room 101,” she uttered, her tone clipped

dismissive.

her attitude. With a mumbled

sat my mother, a magazine casually draped across

going on here?” The words seemed to rip from my throat, raw and laced with disbelief. “You told me she was in an accident! How?

finally looked up, his eyes devoid of any genuine concern “Amaya,” he drawled, his

my voice rising in pitch. My

I saw a flash of

into it further, my father’s

said, thrusting a document

by the abruptness of his

repeat myself, Amaya?” His voice grew

You seriously lied! To get me to come here?” I spat, finally

Chapter 14

the white contrasting the vivid red blooming on my skin.

whisper, echoed in the sterile silence. “Why do you hate me

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 held me back. Perhaps it was the vulnerability flickering in my

silence stretched,

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