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He Let Our Daughter Die, I Became A Tycoon's Bride
Bethany's daughter needed blood after a car accident, but her husband gave the city's entire supply to his secretary for mild anemia. Bethany begged a mysterious man for help and promised to marry him if he saved her child. Although blood and specialists arrived, her daughter died. So did her heart. Keeping her word, Bethany married the man. At their wedding, her remorseful ex fell to his knees and begged her to return. "Bring my daughter back first," she demanded. The powerful tycoon kicked him aside, and pulled his pregnant wife into his protective embrace. "Leave my wife alone, unless you want your company ruined.""Contact the blood bank! Tell them we need every unit of AB-negative blood they have, right now!" Emergency room doors flew open as a pale, shaken doctor rushed into the corridor. "The patient is bleeding out. We have to start the transfusion immediately!"
Nurses hurried in different directions the moment they heard him.
"Doctor!" Bethany Palmer dragged herself toward him, barely able to move her injured legs through the pain. "My daughter is in there. Is she going to survive?"
"Your daughter has lost a dangerous amount of blood, and we could lose her at any moment." Then he noticed the terrible gash in Bethany's leg and saw that it went all the way to the bone. "You need treatment too. Where's your husband?"
Bethany's phone had grown warm in her tight grip after dozens of calls that had gone unanswered. Despair settled over her again as she replied, "He won't pick up."
The terrible accident had happened only an hour ago while Bethany and her daughter, Charlotte Stewart, were heading home from kindergarten.
Their driver had died instantly in the front seat, while Bethany and her daughter suffered severe injuries in the back.
Her husband, Brian Stewart, was the one person she desperately needed, yet he could not be reached during the worst crisis of their lives.
"Take a breath. We still have a good chance of saving her." The doctor spoke more gently after seeing how frightened she was. "AB-negative blood is rare, but the blood bank received a large shipment a few days ago, so we have more than enough. We've also called several of the best medical specialists in Slenale to help with the operation. Once your daughter receives the blood and those doctors get here, she should pull through."
Bethany finally managed to breathe a little easier.
She caught hold of the doctor's hand, and her voice shook as she pleaded, "Thank you. Please do whatever it takes to save her. My husband will make sure everyone who helps her is generously rewarded. He is Stewart Group's..."
"We've got a serious problem!" A nurse came hurrying back, struggling to catch her breath. "The blood bank says Brian Stewart took their entire supply of AB-negative blood. His secretary has anemia and started feeling dizzy, so he ordered them to send all of it to her."
The news struck Bethany so hard that she could barely think.
She had called Brian more than thirty times since the accident, and he had ignored every single call.
Somehow, he had still found the time to take all the blood that could save their daughter and give it to a secretary who was merely dizzy from anemia.
"Call Mr. Stewart again," the doctor ordered. "Tell him a child's life is at risk and we need that blood returned immediately."
The nurse shook her head and replied, "I already spoke to him. He said his secretary's life mattered just as much."
"Keep calling until he listens." Under his breath, the doctor muttered a curse before asking, "What about the specialists? How soon can they get here?"
The nurse went quiet before admitting, "They aren't coming. Mr. Stewart's people stopped them and redirected them to his secretary."
The hallway blurred around Bethany as darkness crept into the edges of her vision.
She braced herself against the wall and fought to remain standing. Her hands trembled while she found the number for Brian's secretary, Lexie White, and called her.
Lexie answered in her usual gentle voice. "Bethany? What's the matter?"
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The Hacker Heiress: Too Late For Regret
For fifteen years, Aria hid her true identity as the world's most elite hacker, living a quiet, impoverished life just to care for her frail adoptive grandmother. Then, her wealthy biological family suddenly showed up at her peeling front door. They didn't come out of love. They wanted to drag her/1/115218/coverorgin.jpg?v=6452e0440505ab4d76d4171a8605a4ec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Surgeon Heiress
On our third wedding anniversary, I waited in our empty penthouse until twenty minutes past midnight. When the private elevator finally opened, my husband stepped out, followed closely by a younger woman who was practically swallowed by his oversized suit jacket. He coldly announced she was stayin/1/112793/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5ac9230e5343d31a83ff7b382d37a04&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Lethal Heiress: Too Late For Regret
Four years ago, Ashlee Maddox was ripped away from her wealthy Boston family and forged into a lethal black-ops commander. Now, her estranged parents were suddenly begging their long-lost daughter to come home. But the heartwarming reunion was a complete lie. They didn't love her; they just needed h/1/119253/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d41620677d228e5ca43159cbc1510f6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Betrayed Heiress
Chloe Montgomery was supposed to marry Devon Hale, the man who faithfully stood by her when vicious rumors ruined her reputation five years ago. But while trying on wedding gowns, she overheard a conversation through a cracked door that shattered her world. "Paid the guy to spread those rumors, ta/1/120269/coverorgin.jpg?v=1757dda724fb30a9afeb467eaf27ead0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Heiress: Too Late For Regret
For years, I lived as the meek, invisible orphan taken in by the wealthy Sterling family. But on the night of our class trip, my "sister" Ivy handed me a spiked glass of champagne. I woke up in a hotel bed, paralyzed by drugs, with a greasy man unbuckling his belt and a mob of reporters waiting jus/1/128509/coverorgin.jpg?v=1b0ab960a83380ff7d8332bec041fa55&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The True Heiress
After years of being their adopted daughter, Alison was unceremoniously kicked out by the wealthy Bryan family to make room for their newly found biological daughter. They gave her one hour to pack, tossed a fifty-thousand-dollar card on the table, and told her to get out of their lives. She left q/1/131685/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd41bba08e09ddb0d4c267fcb7edde29&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Genius Heiress
For five years, I gave up my career as a Columbia math genius to be Kenneth's devoted wife, enduring painful hormone treatments to carry his heir. But when I brought him soup in the freezing rain, I found him feeding grapes to his mistress. He publicly called me a "paid surrogate" and left me stra/0/82018/coverorgin.jpg?v=8a88604bd3feb1cb9830fbe727bf2f56&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late for Regret, Liam
For six years, I believed Liam and I were building a real life together in our Chicago apartment. I always thought our love was solid, unbreakable. One quiet Tuesday night, searching his laptop for a tax document, I stumbled upon a folder simply named "C." Curiosity, that stupid little nudge, mad/1/110302/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c071e4f2d68fb640ccf523198f0da44&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For His Regret
My boyfriend and I made a pact: Stanford first, then the world. But an hour before the deadline, he gave it all up for another girl. He chose to stay at the local state university, for Anisa, a girl who seemed so helpless. He arrogantly assumed I would give up my future to follow him. He didn't know/1/120962/coverorgin.jpg?v=7d266e0efa211adbea23ffb2e3b74eda&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret, Underboss
For two years, my world was circumscribed by the biometric lock on our penthouse and silent prayers for my husband, Vincenzo, the most feared Underboss of the Cosa Nostra. But when he finally returned from a brutal three-week smuggling route, he tossed me a cheap five-dollar tourist scarf, while his/0/83110/coverorgin.jpg?v=deefe2d34c86e959c8ddeb4566d168c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Her Regret
For 15 years, Lena and I were Apex and Viper, Sentinel Group's best. We moved like ghosts, always got the job done. I thought our bond was iron, that nothing could break what we had. A lifetime together, quiet, away from it all – that was the future I saw. Then Julian Thorne, a tech billionaire'/0/73838/coverorgin.jpg?v=13386996a09e7a2f9334fc224055a59a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Genius Heiress Who Shines
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite-except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We've already lost so many years. I won't let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a wor/1/116744/coverorgin.jpg?v=27288c50dab83aa971acf2224e513300&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Mafia King
I was burning with a 104-degree fever when my mafia boss husband's mistress sent an emergency code, claiming he was bleeding out. Too weak to stand, my mother-in-law took the medical supplies into the hurricane for me, only to be killed in a rival hit-and-run. I dragged my sick body across enemy lin/1/113777/coverorgin.jpg?v=6c9d1da076ddba0fc40c9e17cdbb180b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Assistant's Revenge
For three years, Christina was Jackson Booker’s flawless executive assistant by day and his secret lover by night. That was until she overheard him planning his high-profile marriage to heiress Carson Wall, casually telling his partners that Christina would be easily disposed of. "Once the merger/1/121194/coverorgin.jpg?v=84f91c912b9966834f35fe7f9944717a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Surgeon's Escape
Dr. Kayli Byrd was in the middle of her ER shift when the trauma doors burst open. The patient wheeled in from a car crash was her husband of five years, Brody. But he wasn't alone. Beside him was his mistress, Carly, and Kayli's own son, Leo. Brody didn't even look at Kayli as his wife. He just bar/1/114438/coverorgin.jpg?v=b8788ffad577c31fa12cda4588b19b86&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Surgeon's Comeback
I was just a struggling actress in Hollywood, desperate for a chance to prove myself. But the people I trusted most pushed me into hell. My boyfriend, Kole, and my best friend, Brittny, drugged me and handed my hotel room key to an abusive, greasy producer. They traded my body just so Kole could s/1/100960/coverorgin.jpg?v=71debb59d3398aeb5194c03b9d5e8740&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For The Mafia King's Regret
On our seventh anniversary, the Capo dei Capi lit up the New York skyline with drones spelling my name, swearing on his life that I was his only Queen. Moments later, he abandoned me on the dock to rush to his mistress—my own sister, Sophia. Sophia sent me a photo of him kissing her belly with the/1/101275/coverorgin.jpg?v=86621928bffb0979dde8d6eb69b96a79&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For The Ruthless Don's Regret
The crystal chandelier swayed violently above the dinner table. In that fraction of a second, time seemed to stop. My husband, Dante, didn't hesitate. He didn't reach for me. He dove across the table, tackling his "fragile" first love, Mia, to the floor. He shielded her body with his own. Gravity/1/130178/coverorgin.jpg?v=38f7c3a5ae95e9cc5f4fdbad3a64a126&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Unbothered Bride
Alex was standing in a VIP bridal boutique, getting fitted for a million-dollar custom gown paid for by her billionaire tech CEO fiancé. They had been together for eight years, building his empire from a cold studio apartment to Wall Street. But while she was suffocating in French lace, her phone bu/1/103519/coverorgin.jpg?v=93e6999678186632901855a20a4771fc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
