You Lost Me: The Genius Heiress's Comeback

ping away in crimson rivulets as I lost the baby H

ughing into his phone, discussing p

lf to the door to beg for h

annoyed. "I have to go. Broo

nmen held pistols to both our heads and gave Ha

didn't ev

ice void of emotion. "She's vital. K

ullet beca

hot came when I wok

pity and revealed the truth: Harri

was just a prop. A clean face to fro

e drugged me and put me on a rigge

ssel exploded into a fireball, bel

's free to rule his empire with

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e slipping away in crimson rivulets, while my husband stood in the next

g out like a wet towel. I clutched the porcelain edge of the toilet, my knuckles bleached white, col

sped, the name s

voice that commanded rooms and silenced board meetings of the Syndicate. He was a Cap

ht, teasing-a lover's caress in audio form. "It's a c

shut. Brooke. The a

pristine white tile was stained with bright, terrifying crimson. I was los

ing a smear of red behind me like

estate. He looked impeccable in his charcoal suit, the very picture of the

ed on me. The

d the rush of the protective husband, the

d, he

e mouthpiece

issed, his gaze glacial.

oked out, sliding down the d

, a sound of inconvenience, not grief. "Call the family

d his ba

he room. He walked

kseat of an Uber because my husband's d

standing in the lobby

urning the hollow ache in my womb. But Harrison had insist

ont, of course. Everything with Harrison was a front. He was ne

aying slightly, feeling l

glass s

upted. Chaos. I dropped to the floor, covering my head, th

ve!" a gun

ace a mask of calm. He was a predator among scavengers. H

saw her

ry, supposedly to bring Harrison 'files'. She w

up. The barrel of a gun pressed against my temple. "

nman grabb

the leader shouted at Harrison. "You ch

sto

he man I had served faithfully for three yea

tion. Then he looked at Brooke, who was tr

ice didn't waver. "She's vital to my opera

't the gun against my head tha

ust ins

und. He shoved Brooke toward the exit.

s wailed. The

elt a searing heat in my shoulder, a punch that knocked me

nning. Not toward me. He was running

he steady beep

white, and empty. No flowers. N

t the pain in my chest was worse. It was

Henderson, the Family's lawyer. He looked unco

clearing his throat. "

?" My voice

g the fallout. The pres

tasted like ash, but they were solid

n't open his briefcase. He looked at

tly. "There are no

rugs making my h

hives." He paused. "Harrison never filed the marriage licen

room

"We had a ceremony. There were hun

ly, and in the eyes of the Commission, you are not his wife. You never were. You were

the bedside

brother, Dustin. We hadn't spoken in months because Harri

s ago. The intel that sent Mom to that intersection? It came from a Rus

y fingers and clattered

e. I was a prop in a play directed