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Chapter 497
Chapter 497:
Easton set the spoon down. He reached out and gently brushed his thumb across her cheek, wiping away a stray tear.
“Rest now,” he murmured, his thumb lingering against her warm skin. “I am not going anywhere p>
June closed her eyes. She leaned her face into his touch.
For the first time in years, she truly believed she was safe.
“Take it p>
Susan Beasley’s voice was a venomous hiss that cut through the suffocating quiet of the Upper East Side mansion.
She shoved a small, unmarked brown plastic bottle across the polished glass coffee table. The plastic scraped against the surface with a sharp, grating squeal that made Alycia flinch.
Alycia perched on the edge of the plush velvet sofa, her face drained of color, her hands flying instinctively to her perfectly flat stomach. She stared at the bottle as though it were a live grenade, her fingers hovering an inch above the plastic.
“Mom, I can’t,” Alycia whispered, her voice shaking badly enough to crack the words apart. Her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow gasps. “If the hospital runs a full tox screen, they’ll know I took something p>
Susan let out a sharp, cruel laugh and leaned forward until her face was inches from her daughter’s, her eyes blazing with frantic, manic energy.
“You really think Cole Compton cares about a tox screen right now?” Susan snapped, snatching Alycia’s wrist so hard her manicured nails left crescent-shaped welts in the girl’s skin. “He’s obsessed with that pathetic ex-wife of his. He stood there and watched her hold a shard of glass to her own throat. You’re losing him, Alycia. You’re losing everything p>
𝖣оո’𝗍 m𝘪𝘴𝗌 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘳el𝗲𝖺𝘀𝘦s о𝗇
Alycia swallowed hard, her throat thick with bitter bile.
“This came from a biochemist who lost his license five years ago for illegal genetic research,” Susan continued, her voice dropping to a lethal, conspiratorial whisper. “He makes synthetic compounds that don’t appear on standard tests. I paid fifty thousand dollars cash for this. It will mimic a threatened miscarriage perfectly — severe abdominal cramping, heavy bleeding, the full picture. It’s exactly what we need p>
Alycia’s gaze snapped back to the bottle. Cold sweat beaded across her forehead.
“You think he cares about you?” Susan pressed, twisting the knife deeper into her daughter’s festering insecurities. “He only cares about the heir you’re supposedly carrying. A medical crisis is the only thing that will pull his attention away from June. We need him to feel responsible. We need him to panic p>
The terror of losing her penthouse, her cars, her black card, and her title as the future Mrs. Compton finally overwhelmed Alycia’s fear of the pills.
Her jaw set hard, her eyes darkening with a toxic, desperate resolve.
She reached out with a trembling hand and closed her fingers around the bottle. She pressed down on the cap and twisted. The plastic clicked loudly in the dead quiet of the room.
She tipped the bottle over her palm. Two dark red, oval pills tumbled out — glossy and opaque, like dried drops of blood.