Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 237

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“Can you really get à medical team from abroad?” I demanded, ignoring his command. The rain had turned my skin to ice, but I barely felt it through the burning desperation. I slammed my palm against the car door. “Answer me, goddammit! The doctors said she has three days at most. Is that even possible?”

“Of course it’s possible.” His voice was calm, assured. “With the right specialists, the success rate jumps from forty percent to over ninety.”

I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly aware of how pathetic I must look–soaked to the bone, desperate, at his mercy once again. My teeth began to chatter, whether from cold or anxiety I couldn’t tell. But I understood the reality: even with all the money in the world, I couldn’t secure what Drake could with a single phone call.

“Why?” I asked, my voice cracking as I blinked away the mixture of rain and tears. “Why do you want me back so badly? You have Vera

now,”

Drake’s eyes held mine, unflinching and direct. “You’re good in bed. Do you really need to ask?”

His words hit me like a physical blow. Good in bed. That’s all I was to him–a convenient body, a possession, a toy he wasn’t done playing with. My throat tightened, and I lowered my head, my voice barely audible over the rain.

“Fine. It’s a fucking deal,” I spat, each word tasting like poison on my tongue.

Drake pushed open the car door and stepped out, his expensive suit immediately darkening as the rain soaked through it. He stood before

me, imposing even when getting drenched alongside me.

“When can the medical team arrive?” I asked, unable to meet his eyes, my body swaying slightly from exhaustion and emotion.

“They’re already here,” he replied, his voice matter–of–fact. “The team and all necessary medications arrived in Twin Moon City four days

ago.”

My head snapped up so fast my neck cracked. “What the actual fuck?”

Taylor cleared his throat. “Mr. Stone arranged for the medical team to leave immediately after your mother’s condition was first reported,

Ms. Hale. They’ve been here for four days already.”

Four days ago. Before I’d even known how bad things were. Before I’d made this deal.

The bastard had known. He’d known I would come crawling back, that I would have no choice. He’d been so certain of his power over me that he’d made all the arrangements in advance, confident that I would eventually surrender.

My stomach twisted with a sickening combination of gratitude and rage. I swallowed hard, tasting bile at the back of my throat as rainwater dripped from my chin.

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Chapter 237

Drake reached out, taking a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping the rain from my face with surprising gentleness. The contrast between his tender gesture and the cruel manipulation behind it made me want to scream. I jerked my head back, but not before his fingers brushed against my cheek, sending an unwelcome shiver down my spine.

Take us to the high–rise apartment,” Drake instructed the driver as he guided me toward the car, his hand pressing firmly against the

small of my back.

I jerked away from him, my eyes flashing. “My mother is like this, and you expect me to have sex with you? I don’t have the fucking mindset for that right now!” My voice rose to a shout, hands flailing wildly. “What kind of sick bastard are you?”

Drake’s expression hardened, his jaw clenching visibly. “Your mother is about to receive treatment. Do you plan to visit her looking like a drowned rat? Want to give her one more thing to worry about?”

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