Chapter 6 - The PR ProblemI felt something inside me go significantly colder than fear. The pain in my abdomen was severe, but the pain in my chest was terminal.
“She kicked me,” I whispered, my voice trembling as a second wave of agony washed over my stomach. “Marcus, she kicked me. Call a doctor.”
Marcus stepped into the room and crouched down, but he maintained a careful distance, avoiding the broken glass. He wasn't close enough to actually touch me or offer a hand.
“Khloe, don’t make this worse,” he said, his tone hushed and urgent. “You’re upset. You’re hormonal. We need to handle this quietly before the press downstairs hears about it and ruins the foundation’s announcement. If the donors see you like this, the stock price will plummet before the first course is served.”
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I stared at him. The man I loved was dead. In his place was a stranger built of marble and greed. He was actually going to let her get away with it. He was going to sweep the attempted murder of his own child under the rug to protect his quarterly earnings.
But before I could speak, a voice cut through the heavy air of the room like a sharpened steel blade. “No.”
