The faint smell of disinfectant clung to the air, mixing with the sterile chill of the hospital ward. Machines hummed softly in the background, their beeps echoing with an eerie precision. Against the stillness, Alex Stone stirred. His eyelids fluttered open, heavy with sleep and sedation, but soon his vision sharpened into the stark white ceiling above him. For a moment, confusion clouded his thoughts, and then the flood of memories came rushing back. The drive, Elena by his side, the sudden crash into chaos, then nothing.
He sat up abruptly, heart pounding in his chest. "Who's here? Elena? Mom?" His voice cracked with desperation. His body trembled under the thin blanket, and sweat clung to his brow.
The nurse, a petite woman in blue scrubs seated at the corner of the room, quickly set aside her clipboard. Her eyes widened as she rushed to the door. "Mr. Stone is awake!" she called into the hall before disappearing.
Moments later, hurried footsteps filled the corridor. The door burst open, and Linda Stone rushed in first. Her eyes, swollen and red from days of grief, instantly brimmed with tears when they fell on her son. "Alex!" she cried, running to his side and clutching his hand. "Oh, thank God, you're awake." She pressed his hand to her lips, sobbing openly.
Dennis followed, stiff but visibly shaken, his usual composure stripped bare. Behind them entered Maxwell and Victoria Greyson, their grief worn plainly on their faces, shadows of sleepless nights lining their eyes.
Alex's gaze darted wildly from one face to the next. "Where's Elena? She should be here. She'd never leave me like this." His tone was pleading, insistent, as though the answer could erase the dread building inside him. "Tell me she's okay. Please, tell me she's okay."
The room fell into heavy silence. The four parents exchanged a series of uncertain looks, each hoping the other would shoulder the cruel responsibility of speaking.
Victoria's lips trembled, but Dennis was the one to finally step forward. He crouched slightly to Alex's level, his voice low, solemn, and heavy with the weight of truth. "Alex… Elena didn't make it. She was killed in the attack."
The words cut deeper than any blade. Alex froze, his chest heaving as though the air had been ripped from his lungs. For a heartbeat, he stared blankly, uncomprehending. Then the denial hit, sharp and frantic.
"No! That's not true." He yanked his hand from Linda's grasp and shook his head violently. "You're lying to me. She's fine! She has to be fine. She promised me…" His voice cracked, a sob tearing free as he buried his face in his trembling hands. "We were supposed to get married."
Linda wrapped her arms around him, rocking her son as if he were a child again. Her own sobs spilled into his hair. "I'm so sorry, my love. I'm so sorry…"
Maxwell, standing behind, closed his eyes against the pain. The sight of Alex breaking down was a mirror of his own loss. Victoria turned away, her face buried in her hands, whispering her daughter's name over and over as though repetition could bring her back.
"She's gone…" Alex whispered brokenly, staring at his palms as if searching for evidence that this was all some nightmare. His entire frame shook with the force of his grief. "She can't be gone. Not Elena…"
The door creaked again. Into the suffocating grief, stepped Mia Durn. She wore a black dress, her hair cascading in soft waves, her expression carefully composed with just enough sorrow. Her eyes glistened, though her tears never truly fell.
"Alex," she whispered, her voice feather-soft as she approached the bed. "I came as soon as I heard."
At first, Alex didn't respond, but when she reached his side, she laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. He flinched but didn't pull away. Slowly, she coaxed him into her embrace, guiding his head against her chest.
"Let it out," she murmured, stroking his hair with practiced tenderness. "You don't have to carry this pain alone."
Alex, broken and desperate for comfort, let himself sink into her warmth. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat against his cheek dulled his sobs, and the softness of her body eased the shaking in his hands. For a fleeting moment, he let himself breathe, clinging to her like a lifeline.
Linda's lips pressed into a thin line, discomfort flashing across her face, but she said nothing. Victoria glanced at Mia with suspicion, but grief clouded her mind too heavily to form words.
The nurse reappeared at the doorway. "Mr. Stone needs rest," she announced firmly. "His body is still weak. Please, allow him to recover."
Reluctantly, Linda loosened her hold on her son, pressing one last kiss to his forehead. "We'll be right outside, darling," she whispered. Dennis touched his shoulder, his grip steady but brief, before stepping back. Maxwell and Victoria each gave him a silent nod, grief choking the words they might have spoken.
But Mia did not move.
"I'll stay," she said softly, her tone almost pleading. "He shouldn't be alone. Please, let me watch over him."
The nurse hesitated, then gave a small nod. "Very well. But he must rest." With that, she guided the families out, leaving Mia alone with Alex.
As the door clicked shut, Mia's gentle hand continued to stroke his hair, her lips curling into the faintest smile he couldn't see. "I'm here for you, Alex," she whispered. "Always."
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Down the hall, in the private waiting room reserved for elite visitors, the air grew heavier still. The Graysons and Stones sat in strained silence, the walls of the room muffling the outside world but amplifying the tension within.
Dennis cleared his throat, his gaze fixed on Maxwell. "Maxwell… what happens to the merger now?"
Victoria's head snapped up, her tear streaked face hardening. "Are you serious?" Her voice was sharp, trembling with fury. "Our daughter is dead, Dennis, and all you can think about is business?"
"Victoria," Maxwell began, but she cut him off.
"No!" she cried, her voice rising. "She was our only child. She's gone, and you're already speaking of contracts and empires?" She clutched her chest, as if the weight of grief were crushing her from within.
Dennis's face darkened with frustration. "This isn't just about business, Victoria. It's about the future of our families. Of Alex. The empire needs stability."
"Don't you dare use my daughter's death as a pretext for your empire!" Victoria snapped, her eyes blazing.
Maxwell placed a firm hand over hers, his own grief steadying his tone. "Victoria, please." He turned to Dennis, his eyes heavy. "As much as it pains me to say this… without Elena, there can be no engagement. And without the engagement, there can be no merger."
The words struck like a hammer. Silence thickened, pressing down on every corner of the room.
Linda gasped softly, her hand flying to her pearls as tears welled again. Dennis sat rigid, his knuckles white against the armrest, his jaw locked tight. Victoria wept quietly into Maxwell's shoulder, her sobs echoing faintly in the heavy air.
The once-bright future of the Grayson–Stone alliance lay in ruins, shattered alongside the life of the bride who was meant to unite them.