Chapter 7
I stared at her. I didn’t speak. I didn’t cry.
“You’re just a placeholder,” she said, voice dripping with pity. “A pretty maid in a silk dress. That all you ever were.”
I didn’t move. I just stared at the floor, counting the cracks in the tile because that was easie than screaming.
The door opened.
And suddenly Zoraya let out the most pathetic, fake sob I’d ever heard in my life.
“Please!” she wailed. “Please stop hurting me and my baby, Savannah! I know you hate me, bu please let me keep this child!”
Zeus rushed to her side like some goddamn hero in a soap opera.
“What the fuck is going on?!”
“She tried to rip out my IV!” Zoraya cried louder, curling into herself. “She said I don’t deserve to carry your child! She tried to hit me, Zeus–she tried to hurt our baby!”
I didn’t even bother defending myself. Because what was the point?
He turned to me, jaw clenched, eyes wild.
“You need help, Savannah. And I’m done protecting you!” Then he pulled out his phone. Seconds later, two of his men walked in.
“Take her outside,” he ordered. “Make her kneel in the rain. She wants to act broken, let her look
it too.”
They didn’t hesitate. Didn’t even blink.
One grabbed my arm. The other took the other side. I didn’t fight.
They dragged me out of the hospital room, through the lobby, and out into the wet afternoon where the sky cracked open and poured like even heaven wanted to drown me.
They shoved me to my knees on the cold cement just outside the entrance. Rain soaked through my clothes. My hair clung to my face. My lip stung. My hands.trembled. My stomach twisted.
I was kneeling.
In front of his men. His world.
And somehow, I didn’t cry.
Because something deeper than heartbreak was settling in. Something colder.
Something dangerous.
I don’t remember collapsing. One second I was kneeling in the rain, soaked to the bone, heart hollowed out, and the next… black.
But I remember the cold. How it clung to my bones. I remember hearing muffled voices, someone shaking me, calling my name–but I didn’t care enough to answer. Maybe I thought if didn’t open my eyes, the pain would finally leave me behind. Maybe part of me hoped I wouldn’t
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wake up at all.
When I did, it was to fluorescent lights and the low beep of machines. The bed was too soft. The sheets too white. My arm had an IV line taped down and my body felt like it’d been hit by a truck. I stared at the ceiling for a long time before I turned my head. No Zeus. No Zoraya. No guards.
Just me.
Alone, like I always really was.
I reached for the hospital phone with shaking hands, my fingers numb and clumsy. I dialed the number Dominic gave me. It rang twice before a voice answered.
“Savannah?”
“P–papa..”
It slipped out like breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.
“Papa,” I whispered again, weaker this time. “I’m pregnant… and I’m dying.”
Silence. Then a sharp inhale, followed by something I never imagined hearing from a man like him–my father, the feared and whispered–about Mr. Moretti.
He cried.
Softly. Like a man who didn’t know how to be weak, but just found out he had no choice.
“Tell me everything,” he said. His voice cracked like glass under pressure.
So I told him. Every goddamn thing. The betrayal. The bruises. The nights I choked on my own silence. How I found out I had cancer too late. That I kept it to myself, because Zeus had already looked at me like I was broken even before he knew. That I didn’t want to give him another reason to throw me away.
“You are not dying,” my father said after a long pause. “Not while I breathe, Savannah. Not while I still have power in my name.”
His voice changed after that–back to steel, to power, to blood and fire.
He called in a name I didn’t expect to hear: my brother.
My half–brother. A world–class neurosurgeon.
He flew in that same day. Took one look at me and said I was barely holding on. That there was still a small chance. A narrow window.
But surgery while pregnant? Risky, Dangerous.
I didn’t even hesitate. “Do it.”
He nodded. I waited till the door closed before I turned to my father again.
“I want to disappear.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Disappear?”
1 want Zeus to think I’m dead. I want him to suffer in silence. I want him to think I’ll never come
back. I want him to feel the loss like I felt it every day he chose her over me.”
My father stared at me, and for a moment, I saw the reflection of myself in his eyes.
Not the broken girl anymore. The daughter of a king.
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“Then that’s exactly what we’ll do,” he said. “I pull every string I have. You’ll be a ghost b
moning”
They worked fast.
Doctors falsified my medical records. Dr. Alex drew up an organ donor directive and forged m signature. A death certificate was printed. My hospital chart was scribbed clean. My face was removed from patient logs, Guards were posted at the doors with orders to shoot on sight i anyone came asking questions.
It happened in less than twelve hours.
And when it was done–when I was dead on paper–my father leaned over and kissed my forehead
You are rebom now, figlia mia. You will rise?
Dr. Alex was sent to deliver the news personally
He went to Zeus, who was probably still reeling from the drama of the night before, maybe stil holding Zoraya’s hand
The doctor handed him the paperwork, grim and quiet
We’re sorry, Mc. Lambert‘ he said. “Miss Savanah didn’t make it through the night. She was seven weeks preget with your child and suffering from stage four brain cancer…”
Zess didnt speed. He was frozen on his seat.
‘She left behind an organ donor directive. We’ve already begun the process. Her wishes were
hside the envelope my death certificate. A forged consent form. And a cold, dinical goodbye.
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