The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 314

Maeve's cheeks were burning. Her blood felt like molten lava flowing through her veins, heating her to a flushed crimson.

She tried to turn away in discomfort, but Byron's hand firmly held her waist. His body pressed down on hers. Her back sank into the soft sofa, and she could not retreat.

His heated kisses rained down on her neck and shoulders, moving slowly along her collarbone, each one carrying a possessive intent.

Maeve frowned, her delicate fingers gripping his sleeve so hard that the fabric creased. Her voice came out muffled. "That's enough... I still need to go back in a bit..." Byron exhaled lowly in her ear, chuckling lightly at her words. "You got me worked up like this, and you still plan to leave tonight? No way."

Maeve found herself lifted off the couch and carried towards the master bedroom. Byron's leg hooked the door shut behind them as he strode to the bed, placing her down gently. The kisses came again, this time with an intensity that mirrored the storm outside.

"Don't take what Jason said to heart." Byron's voice was husky as he murmured into her ear, kissing her soft and sensitive earlobe. "He only said that to get under my skin."

He assumed Maeve's unease came from what Jason had said, and his tone carried a hint of reassurance.

Maeve remained silent, biting down lightly on the firm curve of his throat in response.

Byron tensed slightly. He gazed at her intensely. His lips found the tender spot on her neck, teasing it gently but unmistakably.

Maeve shivered, trying to wriggle out from beneath him as she asked hesitantly, "What if I ended up with someone else? What would

you

do?" His

s narrowed. "I don't know. Why don't you try it?"

Though his words sounded casual, the dangerous edge in his tone made her heart race with unease. Her eyes darted away.

Byron held her chin, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. "If you still have time to think about that while in my arms, then I must have been too gentle with you." Maeve whimpered helplessly, and before she could

kiss.

ead for mercy, her remaining words were stopped by the heat of his

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little ones to their preschool and then took Maeve to

got out of the

lunch together? I can have Archer pick

wasn't far, Maeve nodded. "Sure. I'll

her his access pass, allowing her to take his

waved at him as she got out of the

the smile on her face slowly faded, replaced by a bittersweet

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was Laurel's last wishes or Jaylen's limited time, everything weighed heavily on her heart. She felt powerless, as though nothing could be changed, no matter how much she wished it could. Taking a deep breath, Maeve turned and walked towards the building. But just as she reached the entrance, she paused,

the past few days, she

Valda were still in the detention center, and the trial was set for next

there were many questions

Maeve decided to face

in the drab gray uniform of

Maeve, her lifeless eyes lit up with hope. Gripping the bars tightly, she called out desperately, "Maeve, my dear daughter. I raised you all these years. You called me 'Mom' for so long, you wouldn't leave me to rot here, right?" She looked at Maeve as if grasping at

the moment she discovered she had been stolen

to wonder why, feeling both hurt and angry. Was it because I was a girl that I deserved treatment, your beatings?" Maeve let out a short laugh. "I could have grown up with my real parents. You took that away from me, and for what? To use me as a tool to exploit? You deserve

with anger, her face reddening. "If we hadn't taken you, you'd be dead by now! Your real

you're not just making excuses to cover

I saw them. They were from somewhere else and had crossed the wrong people. I saw your mother get dragged into a car and taken away!" Eager to reduce her sentence, Valda spilled everything

heart sank

were involved with the criminal

have happened to them after

remember what they looked like?" Maeve asked, her voice barely above a

recall anything with certainty. She fumbled for an answer, "Your mother... she looked a bit like you, long hair, seemed delicate and fragile. Your father.., tall, built, with a scar on his face. Not someone to mess with." These vague descriptions provided no concrete details, making nearly impossible

Even if her birth parents

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