Too Late CEO: The Runaway Wife Returns

Damon pushed the heavy metal door open.

The sharp click of his leather dress shoes hitting the sterile tile floor echoed in the windowless room. On the hospital bed, Corrie flinched. Her body shrank back against the thin mattress, an involuntary reaction to the sound of his approach.

She tried to sit up, desperate to explain. The thick leather restraints secured to the metal bedrails jerked her wrists back. The rough material bit into her pale skin, leaving angry red marks.

Damon walked straight to the side of the bed. He didn't look at her face. Instead, he raised his hand and threw a piece of fabric directly at her.

The ruined evening gown landed on her face, blocking her vision.

The heavy, metallic smell of fresh blood instantly filled Corrie's nose. Her stomach cramped violently. She shook her head side to side, fighting to get the fabric off her face.

"I didn't push her," Corrie gasped, her voice raw. "Damon, I swear I didn't push Kara."

Damon ripped the bloody dress away. His large hand clamped around her jaw. His fingers pressed hard into her bones, forcing her to look up at him. His blue eyes were entirely black with disgust.

"You stole her life," Damon said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "You stole her identity as my savior, and now you tried to kill her. You are a liar, Corrie."

Corrie's eyes burned red. Tears pooled, blurring his harsh features. She stared right back into his eyes.

"Why?" she choked out, her throat tight. "Why would you rather believe a stranger over your own wife?"

Damon let out a cold, sharp laugh. He released her jaw, wiping his hand on his slacks as if touching her made him dirty. He turned his back to her and looked at the man standing quietly in the corner of the room.

"Draw one thousand milliliters of her Rh-null blood," Damon ordered Head Nurse Evans.

Head Nurse Evans shifted his weight, his face pale. "Mr. Holloway, that volume exceeds the safe limit. Taking that much blood at once will induce hypovolemic shock. She could go into cardiac arrest."

Damon didn't even blink. His jaw clenched tight. "As long as she doesn't die, keep drawing. Kara needs that blood. Kara's life is worth a hundred of hers."

The words hit Corrie physically. It felt like a heavy stone dropping straight through her chest.

The light completely died in her eyes. Her struggling stopped. Her body went as stiff and cold as a corpse.

Head Nurse Evans swallowed hard. He picked up a thick, terrifyingly large needle from the metal tray. He walked over to the bed and wiped a cold alcohol pad over the crook of Corrie's pale arm.

The needle pierced her vein.

Corrie sucked in a sharp breath. The pain was a hot slice through her skin. She curled her fingers inward, her nails digging so deeply into her palms that the skin broke.

Dark red blood rushed through the