Chapter 7
Grayson canceled all his meetings and stayed by Savannah’s side every minute she was in the hospital.
He fed her, applied her ointment, and even woke up multiple times each night just to make sure her blanket hadn’t slipped off.
But Savannah remained silent. Calm. Unreadable.
On the day she was discharged, Grayson thought she must be going stir–crazy and decided to cheer her up with a grand recovery party.
The Reed–Whitmore Ballroom at Crestmore Estate glittered with golden chandeliers and champagne towers. Guests in silk and suits clinked glasses and whispered with admiration.
“Mr. Whitmore really spoils her like a princess…”
*I heard those gifts are all limited editions–some were even snatched up at auctions!”
“Savannah’s so lucky…”
Standing in the middle of it all, Savannah loolood beautiful–serene, polished–but utterly expressionless
Grayson couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled her into a quiet corner and murmured, “Still mad at me?”
His fingers gently traced her wrist, his voice low and coaxing “I swear, I really did mistake the person that night. What do I have to do for you to forgive jme? Name it, baby I’ll do anything.”
Savannah looked up and smiled faintly. “Fire Claire Monroe.”
Grayson froze. His voice softened. “Her family is in a rough place… both her parents are sick. Do we really have to go that far?”
ning, but her gaze cut sharper than any words.
She said nothing.
Before she could speak again, Grayson’s phone buzzed.
It was Claire
Her voice, shrieking and broken, crackled through the line. “Grayson… help me! A bunch of guys–they- they’re going to hurt me–1”
Grayson’s face paled. “What? Where are you?!”
But the call had already dropped.
He tried calling her back, over and over. No answer.
Then his eyes landed on Savannah.
Suspicion. Panic Anger.
“Savannah, where is she?” he asked tightly.
Her heart twisted in her chest.
He didn’t believe her.
He hadn’t even bothered to confirm anything. Just one panicked phone call, and he was ready to assume the worst—about her.
Her voice trembled, “You think I did this?”
“I’m not accusing you,” he said, rubbing his temple. “But she said someone-
“So what?” Her voice cracked. “You think I’d send people to hurt her?”
He didn’t answer at first. “It’s not that it’s just that right now–this could be serious-
”
“Oh, I see.” Savannah let out a bitter laugh, her eyes ley. “So what are you and Claire, exactly
His brows furrowed. “Savannah, she might be in danger. Is now really the time for jealousy
“Jealousy?” Her voice was b
voice was barely audible. “You think this is jealousy?”
–
Grayson exhaled hard, then said in a softer tone, “There’s nothing between us. But she could be in trouble. Just tell me was it you?”
“No,” “Savannah cut him off, her tone as sharp as broken glass. “I’ll say it one more time: I have no idea where she is. I didn’t send anyone.”
He stared at her, jaw tight, agiration flooding his features.
Chapter 7
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Amor, traición y muerte
Mimates ticked by. Still no word from Claire.
Grayson’s patience snapped.
He grabbed her wrist hard. Pain shot up her arm.
“I told you I already dealt with her,” he ground out. “Why won’t you let it go? Do you know what you’ve done? Sending someone ruin a girl that’s the lowest kind of revenge, Savannah. I don’t have time for this–where the hell is she?!!
Savannah winced, her voice raw with pain. “I told you. I don’t know. No matter how many times you ask, my answer won’t change,”
Grayson stared at her like she was a stranger.
*Savannah! I feel like I never knew you at all!”
He flung her hand away.
She stumbled backward, slamming her lower back against the corner of the table. Her forehead struck a metal edge. Blood gushed instantly,
Gasps echoed around the room, “Miss Reed bart!”
But Grayson didn’t care.
He stormed off, phone to his car, barking orders. “Pull the security foods! Find Claire’s last location!”
savannah steadied herself with one hand on the table. Blood trickled down her face, warm and sticky, but she didn’t feel a thing
What was a little blood compared to the way he’d just torn her apart?
She stared after him as he disappeared from view.
He hadn’t even looked back.
Why would he? Right now, he was thinking of Claire–and only Claire.
like once, he’d only ever thought of her.
Someone tried to help her. She shook her head and pushed them away.
Then, with slow, unhurried steps, Savannah walked out of the ballroom alone.
Boom
A deafening crash thundered behind her.
She turned back to see the giant golden sign-“Grayson loves Savannah, forever“-had fallen from its display. Shattered in two.
Savannah stared at the broken sign and suddenly burst into laughter.
The laughter turned into tears, which trickled down her cheeks.
Se that was forever to Grayson Whitmore.
Measured in months, not lifetimes.
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