Chapter 89

Paris was counting down the hours that felt like a lifetime and now and then forced himself to look at Soraya, that was sleeping. ‘I love her, but I love Ann more. Urg, how can I even love if I don’t even have a bloody heart?’

Paris brushed a stranded lock of hair out of Soraya’s face. “It is time to go princess.”

Soraya’s eyes fluttered open, and she smiled at Paris, reaching out and touching his face.

Paris folded his hand over hers. “ready?”

Before Soraya could even respond, he picked her up and sped off, hoping that Merch and his nest won’t catch up to them before he reached Alaska.

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“Wife,” Merch greeted casually when Paris entered the nest house with Soraya in his arms.

Soraya’s face went white as the blood drained from her face.

Paris's eyes went from Merch to Shysie as he slowly put Soraya down on her feet.

“I know you,” Soraya said, frowning at Shysie, but didn’t know from where.

“She is your girlfriend. One of them?” Soraya questioned, remembering what she saw w