Chapter 4 - The Mistress's Mandate
Graham slowly closed the heavy hospital door behind him. The distinct click of the deadbolt locking echoed through the room like a prison cell slamming shut.
"How did you find me?" Claire choked out, her hands gripping the edge of the blue and pink striped hospital blanket covering little Owen. "I paid cash. I used a fake name. You told me to leave the country!"
"I told you what you needed to hear so you wouldn't panic and check out early," Graham sneered, stepping further into the room. His dark eyes remained completely devoid of mercy. "You really think a fake ID stops the Ashford syndicate? I own the medical database in this state, Claire. The moment your blood was drawn, my men had your exact coordinates."
"Then why are you here?" Claire demanded, her voice shaking as she tried to shield the bassinet with her body. "You have your new life. You have her. Let us go."
Graham let out a low, dark chuckle. He reached into the inner pocket of his dark trench coat.
"My new fiancée is the daughter of the Russian cartel boss," Graham explained, his tone completely matter-of-fact, as if discussing a corporate merger rather than a double homicide. "She brings a billion dollars in offshore assets to our marriage. But she has one strict condition. She refuses to share my legacy with a child that isn't hers. And she absolutely refuses to let my ex-wife walk around with the legal title to my early investments."
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Graham’s hand emerged from his coat, gripping a heavy, suppressed black pistol.
👉 Claire was staring directly down the barrel of a loaded gun, but the terrified, broken wife was about to completely vanish.
