Twenty-Six receipts of betrayal Novel novel Chapter 80

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Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Then I went to the hospital by myself and scheduled an abortion.

The doctor studied the ultrasound, frowning.

Ms. Whitmore, given your medical history-seven years without conceiving-terminating this pregnancy means you’ll likely never have another chance.”

I laughed bitterly. “I’m divorced now. I don’t want my kid born without a father.”

The anesthesia flowed through my veins as consciousness slowly slipped away.

In my haze, I remembered Vincent with his ear pressed to my belly, grinning. “This little troublemaker’s gonna be a card shark, how we’d start teaching him young.”

He’d called different psychics, determined to find the perfect name for our baby.

Promised me that once he found someone to take over the business, he’d take me and the baby away from all this-just the three of us, traveling the world….

All those sweet promises turned to ash the moment he told Ruby she was the only woman worthy of being his queen

When I came to, I forced my body to Lucas’s hospital room.

Thank God Lucas had only gotten banged up a little on this job-he’d be fine in no time.

In my past life, I watched them beat my brother to death in front of me. Never again.

I contacted my black market guy and paid triple for two tickets to San Francisco, leaving in three days.

Going through normal channels would put Vincent on our trail immediately.

Called my only trusted friend Liam Black, slipped him some cash to quietly handle Lucas’s discharge papers.

With everything arranged, I finally let myself breathe and grabbed a taxi, giving an address a few blocks from

home.

Old habit-Crown Royal had enough enemies that I never let anyone know exactly where I lived.

However, the second I stepped out of the cab, someone grabbed me from behind, hand over my mouth, dragging me backward!

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Pain exploded through me, blood soaking my shurt in many

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Crown Royal had swallowed up so much bounew tha dead

New York wanted

I reached for the switchblade in my purse, but someone twisted my arm and smashed my phone on the pavement

“Stop fighting bitch. The guy choking me dragged me toward a beat-up van

Just when I thought I was done for, that familiar black Maybach turned the corner.

Vincent’s car!

I found my voice and screamed bloody murder, thrashing with everything I had left, desperately trying to get their

attention.

The car slowed down.

He saw me!

But the next second, the Maybach gunned it and disappeared around the corner.

Through the back window, I caught Vincent pulling Ruby close, covering her eyes so she wouldn’t see.

Like I wasn’t his wife about to get killed in the street, but just some dirty drama not worth contaminating her view.

Every last bit of hope and fight drained out of me.

Pain and cold washed me as darkness swallowed my final thread of consciousness.

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