Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

"Nathalie!" he shouted, giving her a gentle push.

Nathalie stared at him, dazed, her stubborn gaze finally crumbling under the weight of her unshed tears. Her eyes were red, and in a sudden burst of desperation, she bit down hard on her wrist.

With no antidote in sight, she chose the path of self-harm.

"Nathalie," Morris called out, struggling out of his wheelchair, stumbling as he rushed to her side, and they both ended up tumbling to the floor.

"Nathalie, you can't do this to yourself."

Through her tears, Nathalie warned, "Nathan, if you can't give me an answer, then just go all the way and break my heart."

She pushed him aside and slammed her head against the table leg, blood immediately oozing from her forehead.

"Nathalie, stop it."

"I won't let you hurt yourself."

Morris wrapped his arms around the frantic Nathalie, holding her tightly to keep her safe.

"Nathan, I can't take this anymore. Don't stop me."

"I'll help you," Morris promised, his eyes wet with emotion. "I can't hurt you, so how could I let you hurt yourself?"

"Nathalie, I'm here for you. But you need to listen closely..." He cradled her face in his hands. "I want you, not just to rescue you. I genuinely love you. Deeply."

leaned in and kissed

worry,

felt like her mind was hit by a sledgehammer, rendering her unable to

"Nathan."

"Nathalie."

rain began

howled, cleansing the

atmosphere was charged

peacefully asleep on

beside her, quietly watching over

beauty made his

be worn out.

over the wound on her forehead, and his tender expression

and Colby?

"Don't worry. I'll make sure they pay for what they

Morris dressed Nathalie and erased all traces of their wild night before calling

Nathalie back to her room.

let

with a excuse. Make sure

know she stayed

her loyalty, Lizzy followed Morris's every command

"Yes, sir."

gently carried

his gaze shadowed with deep