Chapter 3 - The Terrified Awakening
Three agonizing days later.
The chaotic, freezing blizzard was completely gone, violently replaced by the warm, deeply secure atmosphere of a luxury master bedroom inside Elias's multi-million-dollar private mansion.
A wide shot captured the young woman finally waking up. She was lying comfortably in a massive, plush king-sized bed, hooked up to an expensive IV drip. Her bruises were carefully bandaged, and the bloody pink coat had been entirely replaced by a soft, warm silk nightgown.
She slowly opened her eyes, her natural micro-expressions shifting from deep confusion to pure, unadulterated, and absolute panic.
Sitting perfectly still in a heavy leather chair directly beside the bed was Elias Vance. He wore a crisp white unbuttoned shirt, his heavy arm tattoos completely visible. He was quietly observing her, radiating the crushing weight of a true titan.
The woman instantly recognized him. Everyone in Chicago knew the face of the most dangerous man in the city.
She frantically tried to sit up, her breathing accelerating into a panicked, terrified hyperventilation. She looked desperately around the massive room for her babies.
"Where are they?!" she choked out, her voice cracking with sheer, physical pain.
"They're completely safe," Elias stated clinically, his deep voice carrying a freezing, lethal frequency that demanded absolute attention. "My private physician has been monitoring them around the clock. They are sleeping in the nursery down the hall."
The woman physically staggered back against the pillows. She didn't look relieved. She looked at the terrifying mafia boss with sheer, breathless horror.
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"Please..." the woman whispered, tears of pure terror flooding her pale face. "Please, don't send us back to him."
👉 Elias leaned forward in his heavy leather chair, entirely ready to uncover the monster who had dumped her in the snow.
