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Chapter 27: The Weight of Everything
Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Weight of EverythingGrace stood outside the hospital room, her hand pressed against the doorframe as she watched through the window.Her mom lay in the bed, propped up slightly by pillows. The nurse stood beside her, checking vitals, adjusting the IV drip, and making notes on a clipboard. Her mom's face was pale, almost translucent under the fluorescent lights. Her hair—once thick and dark—had thinned considerably, wispy strands framing her gaunt face. The hospital gown hung loosely on her frame, her collarbone jutting out sharply where it hadn’t before.Breast cancer did that. It hollowed you out. Made you a shadow of yourself.Grace’s throat tightened.Her mom used to be so vibrant. Lively. Beautiful. Full of laughter and light. She’d fill a room just by walking into it.Now she looked fragile. Breakable.Grace blinked hard, fighting back the tears threatening to spill.Breast cancer was treatable—survivable, even—but the treatment was brutal. Chemotherapy
Chapter 27: The Weight of Everything
Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Weight of EverythingGrace stood outside the hospital room, her hand pressed against the doorframe as she watched through the window.Her mom lay in the bed, propped up slightly by pillows. The nurse stood beside her, checking vitals, adjusting the IV drip, and making notes on a clipboard. Her mom's face was pale, almost translucent under the fluorescent lights. Her hair—once thick and dark—had thinned considerably, wispy strands framing her gaunt face. The hospital gown hung loosely on her frame, her collarbone jutting out sharply where it hadn’t before.Breast cancer did that. It hollowed you out. Made you a shadow of yourself.Grace’s throat tightened.Her mom used to be so vibrant. Lively. Beautiful. Full of laughter and light. She’d fill a room just by walking into it.Now she looked fragile. Breakable.Grace blinked hard, fighting back the tears threatening to spill.Breast cancer was treatable—survivable, even—but the treatment was brutal. Chemotherapy
Chapter 27: The Weight of Everything
Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Weight of EverythingGrace stood outside the hospital room, her hand pressed against the doorframe as she watched through the window.Her mom lay in the bed, propped up slightly by pillows. The nurse stood beside her, checking vitals, adjusting the IV drip, and making notes on a clipboard. Her mom's face was pale, almost translucent under the fluorescent lights. Her hair—once thick and dark—had thinned considerably, wispy strands framing her gaunt face. The hospital gown hung loosely on her frame, her collarbone jutting out sharply where it hadn’t before.Breast cancer did that. It hollowed you out. Made you a shadow of yourself.Grace’s throat tightened.Her mom used to be so vibrant. Lively. Beautiful. Full of laughter and light. She’d fill a room just by walking into it.Now she looked fragile. Breakable.Grace blinked hard, fighting back the tears threatening to spill.Breast cancer was treatable—survivable, even—but the treatment was brutal. Chemotherapy
Chapter Twenty-Six: The Weight of Rejection
Chapter Twenty-Six : The Weight of RejectionGrace walked out through the revolving door, her bag sliding down her arm as she stepped onto the pavement. People brushed past her—coming, going, rushing. She stopped, tilted her face up to the sky, and let the sun warm her skin.For a moment, she smiled.She'd just finished a job interview. A good one. The panel had smiled at her, nodded approvingly, told her she was the best candidate they'd seen in months. They'd promised to call. Promised to let her know when to start.She was confident. This time, she'd get it.But then her smile faltered.Isn't that how it's been for the past three years?Grace sighed, flagged down a cab, and slid into the backseat. "The café on Fifth Street, please."The driver nodded and pulled into traffic.She stared out the window as the city blurred past. Job interviews. Rejections. Emails that started with “We regret to inform you...” Over and over. Every single time, they liked her. They wanted her. They prom
Chapter 25: The Face Behind Chase
Chapter Twenty-Five: The Face Behind Chase "Honestly, Dylan, I'm glad you found work. We were so worried after you disappeared." Serena's voice dripped with false concern. "Though I must say, this is quite the step up from running errands, isn't it?"Dylan stared at her.So stupid. So self-absorbed. So blind.They had no idea. Not a single clue.He said nothing. Just held her gaze, his face unreadable.Then, slowly, deliberately, Dylan smiled.It was the coldest thing any of them had ever seen. A smile that didn't reach his eyes. A smile that promised something dark."Mr. Steele," he said quietly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Shall we go inside? I believe we have business to discuss."The air shifted.Serena's smile faltered. Her face went pale.Caleb's eyes widened. His mind raced, connecting dots he'd been too arrogant to see before. The Lamborghini. The mansion at Life Haven. The sudden wealth. The name—Chase Corporation. Mr. Chase. Dylan Chase.It all clic
Chapter 24: Rise of the Hidden King
Chapter Twenty-Four: Rise of the Hidden King The black sedan idled under the shadow of a broken streetlight, engine purring softly in the midnight chill.Dylan sat in the back seat, his eyes locked on the small pharmacy across the street. His jaw was tight, his fist clenching and unclenching against his thigh.Simon glanced at him through the rearview mirror.“Sir, we’ve been here for two hours.”Dylan didn’t respond.They’d followed the woman from her apartment to the pharmacy. She’d noticed them—of course, she had. She kept glancing over her shoulder, walking faster, clutching her bag tighter.Simon cleared his throat. “Sir Dylan, she’s been inside for fifteen minutes. Don’t you think we should—”“Wait.”The pharmacy door opened. The woman stepped out, a plastic bag in her hand. She paused, scanning the street.Dylan’s breath caught.Even from this distance, even after three years, he recognized her. The way she tucked her hair behind her ear. The nervous way she bit her lip.Grace
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