Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157

“Their reality?” I repeated, my voice trembling with barely contained

fury. My vision blurred at the edges, turning red with rage.

“If your whole family lacks the status to receive proper medical care,”

Vera said with a shrug, “perhaps it’s just meant to be. Human lives

have their natural order.”

“You heartless bitch-” I started, taking a threatening step forward,

but was cut off by another voice.

“I’d choose my next words very carefully if I were you.”

Sophia stood there, her silver hair damp from the rain, her eyes

blazing with fury. I hadn’t even noticed her approach.

Vera smiled thinly. “This is a private conversation.”

“Not anymore,” Sophia replied, stepping closer. “I heard enough to

know exactly what kind of person you are.”

“And what kind is that?” Vera challenged, her smile never wavering.

Sophia hissed. “The kind who thinks having money and status gives

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you the right to decide who lives and who dies.”

“I never said-”

The crack of Sophia’s palm against Vera’s cheek echoed like a gunshot

in the hospital entrance. Vera’s head snapped back, her

eyes wide

with shock. She staggered dramatically, her legs buckling beneath her

in an exaggerated display of injury.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, my mouth dropping open in shock.

Before she could hit the ground, a familiar set of strong arms caught

her from behind.

Drake.

My stomach plummeted to my feet. Goddamn it, of course he’s here.

His eyes burned gold with fury as he steadied Vera, who immediately

collapsed against his chest with a whimper.

“She attacked me,” Vera gasped, pressing her hand to her reddening

cheek. “For no reason at all.”

Drake’s murderous gaze locked onto Sophia. “I could have

you

arrested right now.”

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“Go ahead,” Sophia spat back, unintimidated. “And I’ll tell everyone

how your girlfriend was just bragging about how her daddy stole

medication from Elsa’s dying mother.”

Drake’s eyes flickered with something–surprise? confusion?-before

hardening again. “You’re making serious accusations without

evidence.”

“Am I?” Sophia challenged. “Why don’t you ask your precious Vera

what she was just saying?”

Drake looked down at Vera, who was now hiding her face against his

chest. “Is this true?”

“She’s twisting my words,” Vera murmured, her voice muffled.

I stepped forward, my body vibrating with rage, fingers twitching at

my sides. A strange calm settled over me despite the storm raging

inside. “Drake,” I said quietly, “did you divert my mother’s medication

to Vera’s father?”

His expression remained impassive, but I knew him well enough to

see the subtle tightening around his eyes–a tell he had whenever he

was caught in something he couldn’t easily deny.

“The hospital makes allocation decisions based on medical necessity,”

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he replied evenly.

“Don’t give me that corporate bullshit,” I said, my voice still deadly quiet though I wanted to scream. “I want to know if you called the hospital. If you used your influence to move Vera’s father to the front of the line, knowing full well that my mother would suffer as a

result.”

“Elsa,” Drake warned, “you’re upset and not thinking clearly.”

“Say it,” I interrupted, stepping closer until I could feel his breath on

my face. “Say that you chose Vera’s family over mine. Say that you

decided her father’s ‘minor flare–up‘ was more important than my

mother’s life. Say it, you fucking coward!”

The rain was coming down harder now, soaking through my clothes,

plastering my hair to my face, but I barely felt it. All I could feel was

the ice crystallizing around my heart as I stared at the man I had

given ten years of my life to. My entire body shook, partly from cold,

mostly from rage.

“You’re the reason my mother is dying,” I whispered, the terrible truth

of it settling into my bones. I slammed my palm against his chest, not

caring who saw. “You’re the reason Oliver might go to prison. You’re

the reason for all of this.” My voice broke on the last word, tears

streaming down my face, mixing with the rain. “You’re her murderer.”

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Drake’s expression darkened, his hand wrapping around my wrist.

“That’s enough, Elsa.”