Chapter 8 - The Empire Reclaimed
The luxurious corridor was finally quiet. The wealthy guests had completely scattered, terrified of the lethal aura radiating from the syndicate boss.
Ethan pocketed his phone. He looked down at Grace, his large hands gently cupping her exhausted face. The faded navy blue housekeeping uniform was soaked with her tears, but to Ethan, she had never looked more beautiful.
"I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you," Ethan choked out, a tear finally sliding down his rugged, stubbled cheek. "I swear to God, Grace, I will spend the rest of my life making this right. No one will ever hurt you again."
Grace looked up into his dark eyes, searching for the truth. She saw the absolute, terrifying sincerity of a man who had just burned his own family tree to the ground to protect her.
With a soft, shuddering breath, Grace nodded, leaning her head against his muscular chest, finally allowing herself to feel safe for the first time in six months.
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Ethan didn't call for a car. He didn't care about the stares. He simply scooped his heavily pregnant wife up into his arms, carrying her easily down the grand hotel corridor toward the penthouse elevator, leaving the housekeeping cart and the spray bottle abandoned on the polished marble floor forever.
If you were Grace, would you have ever trusted Ethan enough to tell him the truth, or would you have stayed hidden forever?
