Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 1136

Hudson was paralyzed with fear, afraid to even touch her. Parisa seemed as fragile as a delicate glass sculpture, and the sight of her broken ribs made his heart ache.

"Hang in there, Parisa. I'm going to have to give you mouth-to-mouth to clear the water from your lungs," Hudson said, his voice a mixture of desperation and determination, as he leaned down towards her beautiful but lifeless face.

He had no idea how many rescue attempts he'd made, but she still showed no signs of waking up.

With one hand on her pressure point, Hudson scanned their surroundings. They were trapped in a glacial pothole, a perilous terrain of caves carved by ancient ice flows, surrounded by a desolate forest.

Hudson's anxiety grew. His phone was lost, cutting him off from his daughter and any hope of calling for help. But Parisa couldn't stay here much longer; she wasn't waking up...

Gently, Hudson lifted her dislocated arm, preparing to carry her out of there, hoping to find a way back to civilization.

A weak cough broke the silence. Parisa spat out a mouthful of water, and Hudson's heart leaped. He cradled her face with shaking hands, his voice filled with relief and urgency, "Parisa?"

the brink of the afterlife, a deep male voice pulling her back from the edge. She forced her eyes open, lashes fluttering weakly as light seeped in. A rugged yet

man, struggling to speak, "Who...

him in place. With a pained smile, he whispered, "Looks like Whitney

bewildered, her blood loss leaving her vision glazed, lips

me! Parisa, I'm going to carry you out of here. You have to hold on," Hudson insisted, lifting her without hesitation despite the pain in his own torn knee, staggering towards

heard barking, echoing from the trail above. He paused, recognizing the urgency in

"Check

into the canyon! Was it Whitney? Or maybe Bryce's

he heard, "The dogs must have

voice cracked with relief, "Over

busy at work when suddenly, a swarm of officials burst into the grand lobby, armed with search warrants, demanding that all operations

just received a call from his secretary, As he sat in his car, his eyes widened in shock at the news flashing across his laptop screen: his son, Ludwik, had been