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I CAME BACK FOR BLOOD
img img I CAME BACK FOR BLOOD img Chapter 2 Denied
2 Chapters
Chapter 6 Ruined img
Chapter 7 Left To Die img
Chapter 8 The Truth in her Blood img
Chapter 9 Funeral without a Body img
Chapter 10 Burial img
Chapter 11 Learning to be Cold img
Chapter 12 The Man Who Watches Fires img
Chapter 13 Alliance of Wolves img
Chapter 14 Training the Monster img
Chapter 15 The First Blood img
Chapter 16 Recognition img
Chapter 17 Ghosts Don't Bleed img
Chapter 18 The Offer img
Chapter 19 Sleeping With The Enemy img
Chapter 20 Warning Shot img
Chapter 21 Blood on Marble img
Chapter 22 Secrets in Medical Files img
Chapter 23 The Lie Julian Lived With img
Chapter 24 No Mercy img
Chapter 25 The Cost of Love img
Chapter 26 The Mother's Sin img
Chapter 27 Kidnapped img
Chapter 28 Choice img
Chapter 29 The Wrong Victim img
Chapter 30 The Planned Death img
Chapter 31 Investor's Summit img
Chapter 32 Evidence img
Chapter 33 Begging img
Chapter 34 The Mother's End img
Chapter 35 Sacrifice img
Chapter 36 Silence img
Chapter 37 Apology img
Chapter 38 Crowned img
Chapter 39 Choice img
Chapter 40 Queen of Ashes img
Chapter 41 The Heir the World doesn't Know img
Chapter 42 Terms and conditions img
Chapter 43 The Name That Still Bleeds img
Chapter 44 A Queen, Not a Wife img
Chapter 45 Bloodline Clauses img
Chapter 46 The Wedding Without Romance img
Chapter 47 Expansion Season img
Chapter 48 Mothers and Monsters img
Chapter 49 The Next War Smiles img
Chapter 50 Crowned in Advance img
Chapter 51 A Child worth killing for img
Chapter 52 The First Threat img
Chapter 53 Protective Instinct img
Chapter 54 The Doctor's Silence img
Chapter 55 The Board's Fear img
Chapter 56 Lucien's Past Returns img
Chapter 57 Cravings and Control img
Chapter 58 The Woman who Watches img
Chapter 59 Legacy Documents img
Chapter 60 Blood will Answer Blood img
Chapter 61 The Traitor's Smile img
Chapter 62 Mercy is Expensive img
Chapter 63 The Name Behind the Curtain img
Chapter 64 A Queen at War img
Chapter 65 Marriage Under Fire img
Chapter 66 The Almost Accident img
Chapter 67 Lucien's Disappearance(Again) img
Chapter 68 A Mother's Fear img
Chapter 69 Blood on Glass img
Chapter 70 The War is Named img
Chapter 71 The First Strike img
Chapter 72 Lucien's Strategy img
Chapter 73 The Heir's Shadow img
Chapter 74 Enemy Numbers img
Chapter 75 Collateral Damage img
Chapter 76 Lucien's Gambit img
Chapter 77 Messages in Blood img
Chapter 78 Queen of Shadows img
Chapter 79 The Betrayal Revealed img
Chapter 80 The Siege Begins img
Chapter 81 The Heartbeat Threat img
Chapter 82 Blackmail and Bloodlines img
Chapter 83 A Queen's Choice img
Chapter 84 The Enemy Within img
Chapter 85 Lucien's Return img
Chapter 86 Bloodline Contracts img
Chapter 87 The Trap img
Chapter 88 Love Tested img
Chapter 89 The Heir moves img
Chapter 90 A Kingdom at War img
Chapter 91 The Final Siege img
Chapter 92 Ashford's Last Stand img
Chapter 93 The Betrayer's Fall img
Chapter 94 Lucien's Sacrifice img
Chapter 95 Empire in Her Hands img
Chapter 96 Pregnancy Peril img
Chapter 97 Lucien Returns img
Chapter 98 The Final Enemy img
Chapter 99 The Crowning Victory img
Chapter 100 The Heir Comes Early img
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Chapter 2 Denied

Seraphina's POV

The pain doesn't fade.

It spreads.

It tears through me in sharp, burning waves that steal the air from my lungs and make my vision swim. I try to scream, but all that comes out is a broken sound, thin and useless, swallowed by the wide, silent bedroom.

My body hits the cold marble floor, hard.

I curl instinctively, both hands clutching my stomach, my mind screaming one thought over and over again.

Please. Not my baby. Please.

I feel something warm between my legs.

Too warm.

Panic crashes into me so fast it makes me dizzy. I shift, shaking, my fingers trembling as I reach down. When I pull my hand back up, it's smeared red.

Blood.

"No," I whisper. "No, no, no..."

My heart starts racing wildly, each beat loud and uneven in my ears. My breath comes out fast and shallow, like I'm drowning on dry land.

I try to push myself up.

My arms give out.

"Help!" I cry, my voice cracking. "Please-someone help me!"

The room spins. The walls tilt. I barely hear the sound of footsteps rushing in before hands grab me, voices shouting over each other.

"Call an ambulance!"

"Careful-she's bleeding!"

"Mrs. Ashford, can you hear me?"

I blink up at unfamiliar faces-staff, pale and alarmed, hovering above me. Someone presses a towel between my legs. Someone else keeps asking me questions I can't answer.

My chest burns.

"Julian," I gasp. "Call Julian..."

Darkness closes in around the edges of my vision.

The ambulance smells like metal and disinfectant.

The siren screams as loud as my heart feels like it's beating. I'm strapped down, lights flashing above me, hands poking and prodding, voices sharp and urgent.

"Blood pressure dropping."

"She's pregnant."

"How far along?"

"Early weeks."

I clutch the sheet with white-knuckled fingers, tears sliding down into my hair.

"My baby," I whisper. "Please... my baby."

A paramedic with tired eyes leans closer. "We're doing everything we can, okay? Just stay with me."

I nod, though fear claws at my throat.

We reach the hospital too fast and not fast enough at the same time.

They wheel me through bright hallways, my body jolting with every turn. Nurses and doctors blur past, their voices loud, rushed, detached.

"Name?"

"Seraphina Cole-Ashford."

"Age?"

"Twenty-six."

"Who's the husband?"

"Julian Ashford."

The moment that name leaves my lips, something changes.

I feel it before I see it.

The nurse pushing my bed slows.

Another nurse glances at the chart, then at me, then back at the chart.

Their urgency dulls.

The doors swing open, and I'm wheeled into a curtained area instead of an operating room.

"Wait," I gasp. "Why are we stopping?"

A nurse with tight lips avoids my eyes. "Just a moment, Mrs. Ashford."

"I'm bleeding," I say, my voice rising in panic. "I need a doctor."

"We're aware," she replies, not sounding concerned at all.

The pain intensifies, a sharp, tearing sensation that makes me cry out.

"Please," I beg. "Something's wrong."

Another nurse joins her. She's older, stern-looking, her mouth set in a straight line.

"Has anyone contacted Mrs. Ashford Senior?" the older nurse asks.

The younger one shakes her head. "Not yet."

"Do that," the older nurse says. "And don't move her until we hear back."

I stare at them, disbelief cutting through the pain.

"Hear back from who?" I ask. "What are you talking about?"

Neither of them answers me.

Blood soaks through the towel between my legs. I can feel it. Warm. Constant.

"Please," I whisper again. "I'm begging you."

The older nurse finally looks at me. Her eyes are cold. Professional. Empty.

"We've been instructed to wait."

"Instructed?" I repeat. "By who?"

She doesn't answer.

"I need help now!" I cry. "You can't just leave me like this!"

The younger nurse shifts uncomfortably. "Mrs. Ashford, try to stay calm."

"Calm?" I laugh hysterically, tears streaming down my face. "I'm losing my baby!"

The nurses step back.

They stand there.

Waiting.

Minutes pass.

Each one feels like an hour.

The pain becomes unbearable, sharp and deep, like something is being ripped out of me from the inside. I scream. I sob. I beg.

"Nurse!" I cry. "Please-please help me!"

No one moves.

I see them whispering near the nurses' station, glancing at me, then away.

I feel small.

Powerless.

Disposable.

My phone lies on the tray beside me. With shaking hands, I grab it and dial Julian.

It rings.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Voicemail.

I sob into the empty air.

"Julian," I whisper. "Please... I need you."

I hang up and try again.

No answer.

Blood pools beneath me now. I can feel the warmth spreading, soaking into the sheets.

"God," I whisper. "Please..."

A doctor finally appears, a tall man with tired eyes and a rushed expression. He glances at my chart, then at the nurses.

"What's going on?" he asks.

"She's bleeding heavily," the younger nurse says.

"And why hasn't she been prepped?" he snaps.

The older nurse stiffens. "We were told to wait."

"By who?"

She hesitates. "The Ashford family."

The doctor's jaw tightens.

He looks at me then, really looks at me, and something flickers in his eyes. Pity. Anger. Helplessness.

"Get her into the OR," he orders.

The older nurse shakes her head. "We can't."

The doctor stares at her. "Excuse me?"

"We were instructed-"

"I don't care who instructed you," he says sharply. "She's crashing."

The pain spikes suddenly, violently.

I scream.

The world blurs.

Hands finally rush toward me. Voices rise. Chaos erupts.

But it feels too late.

Something inside me gives way.

The pain fades abruptly, replaced by a terrifying emptiness.

My vision tunnels.

The sounds around me stretch and warp.

I hear a beeping noise, slow and uneven.

I feel cold.

So cold.

Someone is shouting my name.

Someone is pressing on my chest.

The beeping turns into a long, continuous sound.

Flatline alarm.

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