A Love as Restless as the Wind novel

---- anearby private suite. "Tania?" he called out, uncertain. But the woman didn't turn back, vanishing into the room without a trace of her usual cautious demeanor. His brows drew together, and he slowly stepped toward the door. She must have been in such a rush that she hadn't even closed it properly. The door hung slightly ajar. Voices from inside drifted out. "Mr. Grey, this baby is yours.

Are you really going to abandon us?" The familiar voice pierced Clifford's ears like a lightning strike. His eyes widened in disbelief. It was the voice of the same woman he'd personally made sure was taken care of at the hospital until she gave birth. "You again? Didn't I already tell you that I didn't want it?" From his voice, Clifford figured that this " Mr. Grey" was a man in his 60s. "No matter what I did, I couldn't get rid of this baby.

Now that I've decided to go through with it, you owe me child support ." Tania's voice was no longer the soft, sweet tone Clifford knew. It was sharp and venomous. She let out a cold laugh, her words laced with malice. " ---- Otherwise, I'll take this straight to Mrs. Grey." At the mention of his wife, Elliot Grey instantly lowered his voice. "How much do you want?" Tania smiled, raised two fingers, and waved them in the air.

"Two hundred million dollars." Elliot gasped and snapped, "Are you blackmailing me? You wicked woman! You've already latched onto the Jones family. Are you trying to extort me, too?" "But this is your child, Mr. Grey. You were the one who screamed at me at that banquet. I had no choice but to drug Clifford, wear a dress just like his wife's, and trick him. "Later, I learned that he was overseas on a business trip, so I staged that car accident and risked my life to save him.

That's the only reason he brought me back here and accepted my child. Mr. Grey, the Joneses are treating me well now, but the moment this baby is born, they'll find out that it's not Clifford's. And when that happens, you and I are both going down. "So this is your last chance. Give me the two hundred million dollars, and I'll take the baby and disappear. You'll never hear from me again." Her cruel, triumphant laughter echoed through the door and into Clifford's ears. "What?

The baby's not related to the Jones family?" ---- Aloud shattering noise cut through the auction house. All eyes turned toward the sound. The vintage locket with the twin doves that Clifford had just placed the winning bid on was now broken on the floor. Isabelle looked stunned and furious. She questioned, " Is that baby really not yours?"