The Truth He Never Knew

ears ago, the influential Rios family had cast her aside, viewing her as a liability. Now,

cut it off. Graham Rios, the man who'd abandoned her, emerged from the storm like a madman,

ts sharp edge slicing his hand. The document revealed his business project was now controlled by his fiercest enem

from three years ago: Corinna had visited a private maternity hospital. The revelation

me. It stated: "Gestation: 12 weeks. Fetal heartbeat: critically weak. Recommendation: Immediate termination of pregnanc

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l countries. Three years ago, the Rios family had looked at me like I was dirt beneath their expensive shoes. They threw me away because I was a liability. Now, after a thousand sleepless nights clawing my

the marble steps. The cold rain splashed against my ankles. Three years ago, a rainstorm exactly like this one had been the backdrop of my ultim

chief security detail stepped out into the storm, pulling the heavy rear door open. I slid into the leather backseat, the heavy door thuddi

onto the slick streets. We barely made it to the first intersection whe

king the entire intersection. Our driver slammed on the brakes. The tires shrieked against the slick pavement, throwing me slight

dyguards charged out into the storm, their hands hovering

efficiency. My chief guard drew his tactical weapon from beneath his suit jacket

the freezing downpour, his eyes locked on the tinted windows of my car. His obsession over the last three years had completely eroded his politic

is emaciated frame. My guard raised his arm, pressing the cold steel muzzle of his gun dire

y thud vibrated through the reinforced frame. He pressed his face close to the dark tint, his eyes bloodshot and wi

rich liquid coat my throat as I watched his pathetic display. Three years ago, I had frozen outside his door while he stayed warm inside. The physical tem

and again until a faint smear of red blood appeared on the wet window. H

the control button. The heavy wind

eath hitched. The moment he saw my face, a terrifying spark of wild hope exploded in his eyes. H

cold it froze him in his tracks. His hand hover

slid the thick document toward the window gap. I pushed it out with a sharp, merciless thrust

n. He grabbed the folder like a d

a half step back to avoid getting his fingers crushed. He stood in the rain, wa

folder and pulled out the thick stack of papers. The streetlights illuminated the bo

line. He saw my sprawling, sharp signature. Then, his eyes moved to the line right nex

r to the Lu Consortium. Graham's absolute

fist, the paper crumpling into a wet, ruined ball. His chest rose and fell in rapid, shallo

blood dripping from his hand, and he ground his teeth together w