Chapter 33
Chapter 33
CHARLOTTE’S POV
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It was starting to feel like someone was on payroll just to ruin my mornings. Every day I woke up, there was always something about me on the news, waiting to ruin my mood.
I was packing my hair into a tight bun, rushing in and out of my walk–in closet in a hurry, when something on the TV caught my eye. It sounded like one of those fashion interviews, so I wasn’t really paying attention, until Ace’s Luna appeared on the
screen.
She was laughing at something the interviewer said, flashing her perfect set of teeth like nothing in the world bothered her.
“I know this is supposed to be off the record,” the interviewer leaned forward, lowering her voice slightly but still loud enough for us to hear her, “but I have to ask anyway. Did you see the papers? The one with your husband?”
“My husband is almost always in the papers. You’ll have to be more direct.” She had this signature smile on her face that never seems to fade.
“The photo where he was carrying a sleeping child, with a woman beside him,” the interviewer continued. “If you ask me, the woman looked like the mother. Which brings me to my main question. Do you think your husband, Ace Virel, is having an affair? Or does he have some secret family out there? You know you haven’t been able to give him a child, so do you think he went outside to get what he wanted?”
Moon’s smile didn’t waver. “If there’s one thing I know about Ace, it’s that he doesn’t cheat. He would never cheat on me. My husband is a one–woman man.”
She shifted slightly in her seat, crossing her legs slowly, her posture looking more confident. “Look at me,” she pointed a finger at herself. “Do you really think he’d leave this to look at another woman?”
The interviewer laughed openly. “So does that mean you know them?”
“Now you’re getting the point. My husband is a humanitarian. He told me that night that he picked up some beggars from the street and took them to a restaurant to feed them. I believe the photo was taken when he was taking them to a hotel so her son could sleep in on a bed. The plan was to buy them a home by morning.”
“Oh dear,” the interviewer breathed, turning toward the camera. That’s so sweet. The billionaire Virel may have a reputation as a ruthless man, but it seems he has a very kind heart. We all wish he’ll show more of that part of him.”
Moon nodded slowly. “But the woman disappeared that same night with her child. She stole Ace’s gold wristwatch worth over a hundred thousand dollars, and his ring.”
Her voice wavered. Her eyes suddenly became glossy.
“That’s why,” she added quietly, “I’m offering fifty thousand dollars to anyone who can give me information about the woman’s identity and whereabouts. Find the restaurant. Find the woman. And claim the money.”
Her lashes fluttered as tears spilled. Someone quickly handed her a box of tissues. She dabbed at her eyes.
“I’m so sorry about this,” the interviewer murmured softly, full of sympathy.
“That’s why people don’t help strangers sometimes. I’m not angry with them. I just want to help the woman and her son get off the streets. The ring meant a lot to my husband. It was an inheritance.”
I couldn’t watch anymore, so I turned off the television. I couldn’t believe this woman. She had just placed fifty thousand dollars on my head, like a bounty, after all the lies on a television Something about her made my skin crawl. The kind of feeling that sends shivers down your spine.
This is the woman Ace married? He has said multiple times that the marriage was only on paper, but the thought of it still
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left a bad taste in my mouth. Every time I thought about them
gether, I felt dignied had the g
knows if she’s even still alive. If she is, I hope she’s far away from them
I got to work at exactly 7:47 aan. My surgery was scheduled for so, so there was no fe
I instructed the nurse to run all pre–op checks, blood pressure, heart rate, czy ze swaliom, Comper wich w results, and consent confirmation. I wanted everything double–checked. She returned a short while late
“Everything is ready, Doctor,” she informed me. “The patient is ready in the operating room nodded, stepped many
coat.
An hour and thirty minutes later, I was done and back in my office. The surgery worst commphenol Come Best immediately, Dr. Stanley stepped in. He was a wolf from the Brimstone pack who care with me from London Show of my doctors and nurses were wolves from different packs, scattered across the world, all working under my woorde
“Doctor, a patient was just rushed in. I tried to stabilize him, but it’s not working. If you don’t come now, we might the seed
I left everything and followed him down the hall. There were a few more doctors and nurses in the room the poort log in the bed, his body jerking hard, like he was fighting something none of us could see.
“Did you check his vitals?” I demanded.
“Yes. They’re unstable. His heart rate keeps spiking. I gave him medication to calm the seizures, but he’s not responding
I placed my hands on his chest and muttered a few words under my breath. His body slowly stopped jerking, his breaking settling into a steady rhythm. I tried to look deeper, to understand what was wrong with him, but something socket me Normally, when I heal someone, medically or not, I see inside them, I know how deep the sicknew runs. This fame, I car nothing. I gave him something to help him rest, and he drifted off. The doctors took blood samples for tests.
I had barely made it back to my office when the call came again, he was jerking, worse than before. This time, it took ger to calm him. When he finally settled, I suddenly felt weak. “Where are the people who brought him?” I asked Sealey
“They were right outside,” he said, stepping out to check. He came back moments later. “I can’t find them anymore?
To figure out exactly what was going on with the patient, I needed to see the people who brought him, to go through his previous medical record or something. Their scents filled the hallway and I followed it, my legs suddenly stack to the ground when I saw them inside the elevator.
and his thick boxey- Three men were there, one in the middle. Our eyes met, and I froze. His black eyes were locked on me, brown curls that looked just like Liam’s fell softly over his shoulders. His hands were clasped together in front of him, bar every line of him radiated danger. The tattoo of an eagle peeked from the back of his palm over the other, even under the edge of his suit. He was a giant six feet tall, and he had the most dangerously gorgeous face I had ever seen. The strange thing was… he looked familiar.
The man on his right tossed a paper out of the elevator just before it closed. I bent slightly to catch it. It read: “Make sure be lives.”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
