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#Chapter 67 - Fall from Grace
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“Where’s the newspaper?”I’m eating breakfast downstairs. Or trying to, anyway. I can barely stomach it. Ansel’s rage-a-holic behavior has everyone jumpy.“Um, I’m not sure, sir.”I watch as Charles edges the paper further behind his back. The rest of the staff has gone silent.Ansel whips forward and yanks for the paper Charles is clutching, jerking him almost off balance.“Hey,” I shout, standing up. Charles is trembling. I rush to check on him, feeling sick inside.“Stay out of it,” Ansel warns, his eyes a menacing yellow.Even Ada pulses with fury. My fingers become sharpened claws, and she’s ready to make a move, but Ansel’s staring at the newspaper in shock. I turn to Charles and hug him tightly.“I’m okay,” he whispers.I’m not okay.Charles and the rest of the servants leave. Ansel’s sitting down, seemingly oblivious to me. I watch him as he reads. His face takes on a defeated, crushed expression. He puts the paper down and walks out. I get up to look at it.Prince Ansel: Fit
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Neither Ada nor I recognize his smell. In a second’s passing, I’ve tagged Ada in. She growls and launches herself at the man, sending him tumbling onto his back. She’s standing on his chest and then she freezes.“It’s me! Karin, it’s me.”Ethan.I shift back, shaking my head, pulling my body off of his.He stands and pulls a hand through his tousled hair, and then smooths the clothes I’ve helped dishevel.“Ethan,” I say. “What in heaven’s name?” Then I say the second thing that’s bothering me - and Ada. “You don’t smell right.”Ethan pulls a sachet of dried twigs out of his pocket. “Little gift from a witchdoctor who owes me. It’s a disguise.”Ethan swallows and then he rushes towards me. “Karin, I’ve been worried about you. Especially after everything that’s come out in the news, but even before. Prince Ansel severed our connection. I haven’t been able to check on you.”He puts his arms on my shoulders. “I shouldn’t have given you the ring. I’m well-aware of his reputation. I knew he
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“Tell me how that makes you feel.”Ansel folded his arms across his chest. “Very funny. Which part, Aron? The part where I almost strangled Edwin to death? Where I lost all of my father’s support? Coughed up a lung on live television? Or threatened to maim multiple journalists?”“Yes, yes, yes, and yes.” Aron kicked his feet up onto his desk.“I’m going to need more than our hour together, then.”“Try me,” Aron said, putting his arms behind his head.“Okay.” Ansel sighed. He counted them out with his fingers. “Edwin - not sorry. My father - not sorry. The reporters - I also don’t give a shit.”“And the TV interview?”Ansel paused. “Humiliated. Beyond humiliated.”“Okay, now we’re getting somewhere,” Aron said. He looked down to scribble a note.Ansel leaned away to cough into his shoulder. Then he covered his face in his hands and groaned, exasperated.“You’re not going to get me sick, are you?” Aron eyed him suspiciously.“No,” Ansel said. “It’s my own fucked up lungs and immune syst
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The door opens and Ethan and I jerk apart. My heart is racing. I turn to see it’s Ansel and my stomach lurches.He stares for a moment, like he can’t believe his own eyes, and then I see the strangled pain come over his face. In the next second, his face is twisted with rage.“Ansel - I - ” I fumble for words.Ethan is standing frozen next to me, like a deer caught in headlights.Ansel growls and his body shifts almost instantaneously to become his yellow wolf. He stares straight at Ethan and bares his fangs, snarling. His ears pointed up and his hackles are raised.“Wait,” I say. “Let me explain - “But Jeff tears towards Ethan, who braces for impact, shielding his head and face instinctively.Jeff lunges at Ethan, knocking him to the ground.“Stop,” I scream, but Jeff’s focus is on Ethan.The rest happens in a blur. I see Jeff make a move to attack and I rush to stop him. Ethan cries out as Jeff sinks his teeth into Ethan’s shoulder.I don’t know what to do. I find that I’m not able
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 72 - Leave
“Before they could reach him, his car flew over a guardrail into the river. They’re searching for him now, but it doesn’t look good.”I’m hit with panic. “You’re talking about Ethan?”He looks from Ansel to me. He catches sight of my arm and pauses. Then he nods.Ansel watches me, almost helplessly, as I take off out of the room. I shove my way past Henry and race down the corridor.I fly into the chauffeur's office. By luck, he’s nowhere in sight. The light’s on and there’s a full mug of tea, like he just stepped out. I rummage in the drawer where he handed me the car key from for my trip into town. I grab a random one, and then run through the hall to one of the side doors.The gravel crunches under my feet as I make my way to the line-up of cars. I hit “unlock” and bolt to the one that lights up.I drive like a bat out of hell until I come to the road that runs along the river. My heart is in my stomach.Ada? Can you tell anything? Ansel may have severed my link with Ethan, but I
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 73 - Fight
Ansel is in his office, talking with Henry and two of their men.I burst through the door. They all stand, reflexively - always on-guard. Save for a hole in the wall, everything else in the room has already been repaired and replaced. That’s why money gets you.I’m aware that my face is red and puffy from crying, but I don’t care. In fact, maybe an audience has some benefits.“Our deal is off,” I say.Ansel turns to his staff. “Get out,” he says, gruffly.They immediately exit, keeping their expressions flat and their eyes toward the floor.Ansel sits down at his desk. “Fine,” he says. He opens his desk drawer and pulls out a folder. “Here it is. The contract,” he says, handing it to me.“You’re - you’re just giving it to me?” I didn’t expect this reaction from him.“Here’s the shredder,” he says, pointing to his opposite side. I lean over to see it near his desk. “Or tear it up, if you’d rather. Set it on fire.”I open the folder and pull out our contract. My finger runs over the lar
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 74 - Nightmare
“Oh.” I shudder in ecstasy and close my eyes.I stay flattened against the wall as the wave of pleasure continues to roil through me.Ansel is watching me.“What do you feel?” His blue eyes are sharp, but his voice and facial expression are dulled.“What are you asking me,” I say, breathless. My mind returns to our first interaction after he brought me here from the auction block. Is he hoping for nostalgia? Because that was sexual pleasure wrapped up in a fear sandwich. I don’t have exactly warm feelings about it.“Without Ada.”“Ansel, I felt the physical aspect of it. It felt good.”“And nothing else?”“Nothing else. And even if there was still something, I’d already made up my mind to leave, for all the same reasons I told you before. None of that’s changed.”“I guess there’s nothing left to salvage.” No emotion registers on his face.“No.”“Just so you we’re clear on my end, baby or no baby, Ada or no Ada. I’m done with you, too.”“Fine,” I say.“Let one of my staff know where to
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In the multiverse of space and time, there was a parallel universe where Ansel ordered for Ethan Wood’s arrest immediately, upon first sight. In that world, Ansel would avoid the terrible cascade of events set into motion by the doctor’s violent abrupt death.But the only universe Ansel wanted was the one in which he and Karin were still okay.“I asked the kitchen to make you something a little special,” Charles said, carrying in a tray of food. His voice was wrapped in gentle cheer, trying to smooth over some of Ansel’s pain.Ansel’s stomach soured at the thought of food, but Charles looked desperate to please him in however small a way. He sat up in bed, so Charles could hand him the tray.“Chocolate French toast. My mother’s recipe. She used to make this for me whenever I was feeling blue.” He gave Ansel a sheepish grin. “I may have helped them out a little, in the kitchen.”Ansel managed a smile. “It looks good. Thank you, Charles.”“Certainly, sir. Do you need anything else?”“Ca
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