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Khloe Thorne had just eased herself onto the edge of the suite’s bed when Isabella Rossi shut the door and shoved her hard enough to send…
Khloe Thorne rested both palms over her seven-month pregnancy, leaning against the marble sideboard in the private recovery suite while the charity gala murmured below.
Khloe Thorne caught the edge of the marble table with one hand when Isabella Rossi shoved her, and the pressure in her seven-month belly made her…
Inside the fourth-floor recovery suite, Khloe Thorne pressed both palms against her seven-month pregnant belly as the white silk of her maternity dress brushed the cold…
Isabella Rossi put one hand against the door of the private suite and the other against Khloe Thorne’s shoulder.
The secluded dressing suite on the hospital’s fourth floor offered Khloe Thorne a brief sanctuary from the charity gala, though seven months of pregnancy left her…
Isabella Rossi put one hand on Khloe Thorne’s shoulder and shoved her toward the marble table before Khloe had finished asking why she had come into…
Inside the private hospital suite on the fourth floor, the distant hum of the charity gala faded behind heavy cherry-wood doors, leaving Khloe Thorne alone with…
Khloe Thorne pressed both trembling hands against her seven-month swell as Isabella Rossi stepped smoothly between her and the heavy oak door of the hospital's private…