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CHAPTER 67
Alexander's throat constricted. This fragile, beautiful child was his. His flesh and blood. The proof that something good had come from that nightmare of a wedding night, even if he couldn't remember it.She almost died, he thought, his hands clenching at his sides. She almost died because I wasn't there. Because I didn't know. Because I failed her before I even knew she existed.The guilt was overwhelming, crushing. For all his power, all his influence, all his victories on distant battlefields—he'd been absent when his daughter needed him most. Sophia had fought alone, worked herself to exhaustion alone, watched their child suffer alone.Emma stirred slightly, a small sound escaping her lips. Alexander froze, not daring to breathe. He should leave. He should go back to his room before she woke, before he had to face those eyes that were so much like his own.But he couldn't move. Five years of war, of death, of seeing humanity at its worst—and here was something pure and innocent an
CHAPTER 68
Alexander's lips curved into a genuine smile, something that hadn't happened in longer than he could remember. The amusement dancing in his eyes softened his usually hard features, making him look almost approachable. This tiny girl—his daughter—was lecturing him about the economics of kidnapping with the seriousness of a seasoned negotiator.She's definitely mine, he thought, warmth spreading through his chest. No doubt about it.Emma blinked up at him with those large, innocent eyes that somehow managed to see far more than a four-year-old should. She tilted her head slightly, studying him with an intensity that would have been unnerving if it wasn't so endearing."Why are you just smiling?" she asked, her small voice carrying a note of impatience. "Don't you have anything to say?"Alexander opened his mouth to respond, but Emma continued before he could speak, clearly having thought this through during her pretend sleep."If you really are here to kidnap me, you should know there's
CHAPTER 69
She couldn't finish the thought. At four years old, she didn't have the words to describe the bone-deep recognition, the instinctive pull that made her want to lean into his touch rather than away from it.Alexander noticed her confusion, saw the wheels turning behind those expressive eyes. His hand stilled on her head, and he prepared to pull away—but Emma didn't ask him to. She simply continued staring at him with those huge dark eyes, trying to solve a puzzle she didn't know existed.She feels it too, Alexander realized, his throat tightening. The connection. She doesn't understand it, but she feels it.The moment hung suspended between them, father and daughter recognizing each other on some primal level that had nothing to do with logic or memory. It was blood calling to blood, a bond that transcended their circumstances.Alexander's phone buzzed suddenly in his pocket—a sharp vibration that shattered the stillness. He withdrew his hand from Emma's hair and pulled out the device,
CHAPTER 70
The mansion stood like a monument to wealth in one of the city's most exclusive neighborhoods—three stories of pristine white stone, manicured lawns that stretched like green carpets, and an ornate iron gate that whispered of old money and power.The morning sun glinted off windows so clean they looked like mirrors, reflecting a world of privilege most people could only dream of.A black SUV pulled through the gates, tires crunching on the immaculate gravel driveway. The vehicle came to a smooth stop at the mansion's entrance, where two servants in crisp uniforms waited at attention.Victoria Thompson emerged first, her designer dress and perfectly styled hair a far cry from the desperate, disheveled woman who'd begged in a hospital corridor just days ago. She moved with practiced grace toward the passenger side, nodding to one of the servants."Carefully," she instructed as they opened the door.Jason Thompson sat in the vehicle, his once-athletic frame looking diminished in the whee
CHAPTER 71
Jason nodded mutely, still processing. The servants filed out after the introduction, leaving mother and son alone in the vast space."There's also a doctor," Victoria continued, her voice taking on a reassuring tone. "Dr. Mitchell—no relation to those Mitchells," she added with a slight sneer. "He'll be checking on you regularly. Daily visits at first, then weekly as you improve. He specializes in spinal injuries and paralysis recovery.""Recovery?" Jason's voice was rough from disuse, but hope flickered in his eyes. "You mean...?""Yes." Victoria knelt beside his wheelchair, taking his hands in hers. "The doctors are confident you'll walk again. It will take time—months, possibly a year—but you will recover, Jason. I promise you that."Something shifted in Jason's expression. The despair that had driven him to that hospital window, the hopelessness that had made death seem preferable to his broken existence—it began to crack, replaced by something harder, something darker.Recovery,
CHAPTER 72
Jason stared at his mother, his expression frozen somewhere between shock and disbelief. His mind raced, trying to process what she'd just revealed. The perfect society wife, the woman who'd always preached about family loyalty and Thompson pride—she'd been secretly moving money for years?How is this even possible? Jason's thoughts churned. Opening foreign accounts under false identities, siphoning funds without anyone noticing... How did she pull this off?He'd always known his mother was intelligent, cunning even, but this was on another level entirely. The planning it would have required, the connections she must have cultivated, the years of deception—it was almost impressive in its audacity.Almost.Jason's jaw tightened as another thought surfaced. Is this smart... or just selfish?If she'd had access to these funds all along, why hadn't she told his father? Why keep it secret from the family? The Thompson empire had faced challenges before—moments when additional capital could
CHAPTER 73
Jason's expression darkened at the reminder. He knew the answer. He'd heard it from his hospital bed—the silence from people who'd once fawned over the Thompson name, the way former allies had vanished like smoke when the family fell."They abandoned us the moment we showed weakness," Victoria continued, her voice hardening with genuine bitterness. "The same people who smiled at our parties, who shook Robert's hand and called him friend—they turned their backs on us like we were nothing. Like we were dirt on the street, not worth acknowledging."She released Jason's hand and walked to the window, her back to him, her shoulders trembling slightly."Without those foreign accounts, without that safety net I'd built, we would be scraping by right now. Living in some rat-infested apartment, unable to afford your medical care, watching you waste away because we couldn't pay for the therapy you need to walk again." Victoria's voice cracked. "Is that what you would have preferred? Should I ha
CHAPTER 74
Alexander's phone vibrated again in his pocket—Marcus's second warning. Time was running out. Margaret would be stepping off the elevator any moment now, and being caught in Emma's room would create complications he wasn't prepared to handle yet.He looked down at his daughter, committing every detail to memory—the way her dark hair spread across the pillow, the stubborn set of her small jaw, the intelligence gleaming in those eyes that were so achingly familiar."Emma," he said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that surprised even him. "It's been wonderful talking to you. You've made my day brighter than you could possibly know."Emma tilted her head, still studying him with that unnerving intensity. She didn't respond immediately, simply watched him as if trying to solve a puzzle whose pieces didn't quite fit together.Alexander's hand moved of its own accord, reaching out to ruffle her hair one more time. The gesture felt natural, instinctive—something he'd never done before but
CHAPTER 75
"Just for a little while," Alexander assured her. "Until the right time comes to tell your mother. Can you do that for me?"Emma bit her lip, considering. Alexander could see her young mind working, weighing the request. She was clever—far too clever for him to assume she'd keep this secret for long. Children her age were notoriously bad at keeping things from their parents, especially mothers as observant as Sophia.She'll probably tell Sophia everything the moment her mother walks in, Alexander thought with a mixture of resignation and amusement. And Sophia will probably storm into my room and demand to know what I was doing talking to her daughter.But that was a problem for later. For now, he needed to leave before Margaret arrived and created an even more complicated scene."Okay," Emma said finally, nodding seriously. "I can keep a secret. Grandma says I'm very good at keeping secrets."I doubt that, Alexander thought, but he smiled at her anyway. "Thank you, Emma. That means a
CHAPTER 76
Emma's eyes widened, her small pupils dilating as she watched the stranger's retreating figure. Her line of sight followed him with laser focus, tracking his movements until he slipped through the doorway and disappeared from view. Even then, her gaze remained fixed on the empty space where he'd been, as if expecting him to reappear.Whoever your father is, he would be extremely proud of you.The words echoed in her mind, replaying over and over like a melody she couldn't shake. Something about the way he'd said it—the conviction in his voice, the emotion that had made it rough and thick—it felt different from the usual platitudes adults offered children.It felt... real.Emma's small hands clutched her blanket tighter, her mind trying to process feelings she didn't have names for. Why did that stranger make her feel safe? Why had she let him touch her hair when she normally hated being touched by people she didn't know? And why did his words about her father feel less like comfort an