Hudson looked at me, his expression serious. “Amber’s mother collapsed earlier. It’s a severe blood disorder. Her body’s failing fast. She needs a bone marrow transplant immediately.”
I froze. “And…?”
“We checked everywhere,” he continued, calm like he was talking about business. “No match. So I had them run a test on you secretly.”
Something inside me dropped.
“And?” My voice barely came out.
“You’re a match.”
For a second, I just stared at him.
“Y-you want me to donate?” I asked, my fingers curling slightly. “Hudson… I can’t. I’m scared of needles, I don’t even… this is surgery, it’s risky, I—”
“I didn’t call you here to complain,” he cut me off, his tone turning cold. “Don’t start that shit with me.”
“I’m not complaining, I just… I’m scared, okay?” My voice shook and I hated it. “Can’t you find someone else? Please, I really can’t do this—”
Before I could step back, two of his men moved. They grabbed my arms.
Hard.
I flinched, panic rising in my chest. “Let go! What are you doing?”
Hudson stepped closer, his shadow falling over me. His eyes were dark, unreadable, like there was no room for refusal.
“I’m your husband,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “And you’ll do exactly what I say.”