Chapter 90

Alexander POV.

1 stood by Christiana’s bedside, my eyes locked on her fragile form. She lay there, unconscious, her face pale and bruised, lips cracked and dry. I could hardly recognize her. She looked like a shadow of the woman I once knew…once vibrant, stubborn, and full of fire. Now, she was broken, battered by whatever horrors she had endured.

I clenched my fists, the rage boiling beneath my skin, but I force it down. Not here. Not now. I had to be strong, for her. For the kids. But the sight of her made it nearly impossible to hold i. My fingers itched to wrap around the throat of whoever had done this to her, to make them pay for every second of her suffering

Gently, I reached for her hand. Her skin was cold against mine, her fingers limp in my grasp. “Christiana…” I whispered, my voice low, barely audible in the silence of the room. I traced the back of her hand with my thumb, trying to offer her some kind of comfort, even though she couldn’t feel it “I’m here.”

It had barely been three months since she’d returned, three months since I found her alive. And in that short time, she had been through hell. Her house had burned down, and I could still remember the panic in her voice when I’d pulled her from the flames. She had escaped death that night, only to be kidnapped and tortured days later. And now… this.

My chest tightened, and I swallowed the bile rising in my throat couldn’t let myself imagine what they had done to her. I didn’t want to think about the fear she must have felt, the pain. The anger was too much, threatening to consume me. I wanted blood. Whoever had taken her… I would make sure they regretted it. They would beg for mercy before I was done

with them.

But for now, all I could do was stand here and wait for her to wake up. My hand held hers tightly, as if my grip alone could tether her back to me, bring her out of whatever darkness she was trapped in. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her again.

The kids had been terrified when they heard. Emma wouldn’t stop crying, and Ethan..God, he was strong, but even he had broken down. I had left them in my mother’s care, knowing that seeing Christiana like this would only make things worse. They didn’t need to witness this. Not yet.

“Why did this happen?” I muttered under my breath, the words slipping out before I could stop them. My jaw clenched, my teeth grinding together. The hospital room was too quiet, the only sound the faint beep of the machines monitoring Christiana’s vitals. It was maddening

I lowered my head, pressing my lips to the back of her hand, hoping, praying, that she would feel it somehow, “Please…. wake up,” I whispered, my voice cracking with the weight of everything I couldn’t say. “The kids need you. I need you.”

My heart pounded in my chest, the helplessness clawing at me, tearing me apart from the inside. I wasn’t used to this, standing aside, waiting. I was a man of action, always had been. But now, all I could do was watch her lie there, still and

silent.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a nurse stepped in, her expression soft but professional. “Mr. Alistair?” she called gently.

take my eyes off Christiana. “Yes?” My voice was flat, cold.

a matter of time before she wakes up” She hesitated for a moment, glancing between Christiana and me, as if sensing the storm brewing just beneath

holding Christiana’s hand. “Just make sure

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and left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts

the edge of the bed, still clutching her hand. “You’ve been through enough.” I whispered, my voice barely holding steady. “But you’re going to pull through this, Christiana. You have

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and Ethan’s faces, their worried eyes searchinganine for answers I didn’t have. I had promised them that their mother would be okay. Lhad to make sure that was

up, I’ll be right here. I’l make sure you never go through something like this

let that go. Not when it came to the woman lying helpless in front of me. Not when

this would pay.

air shifted as Daniel stepped inside. His

He didn’t belong here.

I growled, my voice low but full of

with worry–His jaw was clenched, but his eyes. God, his eyes had that

blood boiled at the sight of him standing so close to her, like he

a tight line. “Alex, this isn’t about you or me right now. It’s about her.” His voice was steady, but I could

closer, invading his space. “You care about her?” My voice was cold,

and for a moment, I could see the frustration boiling just beneath the surface. But then he glanced down at her again, and his

his hand away before he could touch her. “Don’t,” I warned, my voice a deadly whisper. “Don’t

think you’re the only one who cares?” His voice broke a little as he squared his shoulders, meeting my gaze head–on. “You think you’re the only one who wants her to be okay? I might not have your money, your power, but I care about

contempt. “What? You think she’ll run off with a nobody like

I thought he might actually throw a punch: God knows I was close to it. But instead, he swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to Christiana again. This isn’t about une, he muttered, his voice low but filled with emotion. “And it sure as hell

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