All Chapters of HIS FORBIDDEN SURROGATE BRIDE : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

DAMIENMy shoulder felt like it was on fire. Every tiny movement sent a sharp, white-hot line of pain straight down my spine. I looked down at the side of my bed.Anastasia was asleep. Her head was resting on her folded arms right against my thigh. Her face looked pale under the dim, blueish light of the hospital monitors, and there were dark circles under her eyes. She was still wearing the emerald silk dress from the gala, but it was wrinkled now. Covered in dust.Covered in my blood. The sight of her looking so exhausted, so small, made something raw and violent twist in my chest.She had almost been ruined tonight. If I had been a second slower, if my hand hadn't reached her in time, that acid would have touched her skin.Just the thought of it made my heart monitor speed up. The rapid beep-beep-beep echoed in the quiet room.I reached my left hand out, my fingers trembling slightly as I brushed a strand of dark hair away from her face. Her skin was so soft. So clean.She stirred,

DAMIENMy vision blurred at the edges as Anastasia guided me back into the private hospital room. The brief spike of adrenaline that had carried me down to the conference room was entirely gone, replaced by a dull, throbbing ache in my chest that made every breath feel heavy."Sit down. Slowly," Anastasia ordered, her hands trembling against my waist as she helped me ease back onto the edge of the mattress.I let out a rough groan, my left hand instantly moving to grip my chest. The skin beneath the bandages felt hot, the physical strain of the confrontation testing the limits of my medication."You are insane," she whispered, her voice cracking as she stood over me. Her eyes scanned the fresh seep of crimson staining the edge of the clean gauze near my collarbone. "You could have torn the stitches. Your heart—""My heart is fine," I rasped, grabbing her wrist with my uninjured hand before she could step away to call a nurse. "Sit."She looked down at my hand, then up at my face, her

DAMIENThe heavy steel door of the locker room shut with a loud click. I turned the lock on the door."Are you completely out of your mind?!" Anastasia spun around, her voice hitting me like a slap. She threw her bag onto the bench."Jax is our star rookie. You just slammed him into the glass in front of the whole team! Do you know what his agent is going to do? The board is going to use this to sue us into the ground!"She was furious. Her chest was heaving beneath her blouse, her tits rising and falling with every sharp breath. But her anger didn't stop me. It just made the blood pump harder through my veins, made my cock thicken against my thigh."Let them try," I said.I walked straight toward her. My right shoulder was throbbing under the bandages, a sharp pain reminding me that the stitches were stretching. I didn't care. The pain was nothing compared to how I felt when that twenty-one-year-old punk looked at my wife like she was something he could have."Stop acting like you ow

DAMIENThe tv screen in the penthouse gym was flashing blue and gold. It was five in the morning, and the anchors on the early sports network had been running the same twelve-second clip on a continuous loop for the last forty minutes.The footage was grainy, taken from the high-security camera over the visitor's tunnel, but the angle was sharp enough to show everything. It showed me stepping onto the ice in leather dress shoes. It showed the long black wool coat billowing behind me. And it showed the exact moment my left hand clamped onto Jax Miller’s helmet cage, lifting the kid off his skates and burying his spine into the plexiglass.The audio wasn't there, but the way the plastic barrier flexed under the impact spoke loud enough."Turn it off," I said, not looking up from the bench press.Viktor stood by the wall, the remote control in his hand. He clicked the button, and the screen went black, leaving only the reflection of the gray morning light hitting the glass walls."It’s o

DAMIEN"The league is going to suspend you," Harrison said, slamming the door to my private office. He did not look at the leather chairs. He walked straight to my desk and threw the official papers onto the mahogany wood. "The commissioner called me five minutes ago. You have twenty-four hours to respond to the video of you pinning Jax Miller against the glass. If the kid confirms the assault to the press, the league takes your license, and the board votes to remove Anastasia by midnight."I did not touch the paperwork. I sat completely still in my high-backed chair, using my left hand to tighten the silver cuffs of my shirt. My right shoulder was a solid wall of throb, the fresh stitches pulling tight against my skin, but my face remained completely blank."The kid is not saying a word," I said. My voice was very quiet, flat, and hard. "And he is skating on Friday night.""He is already talking to Marcus," Harrison warned, leaning over the desk. "His agent is demanding an immediate