Bound by Fate

Bound by Fate

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A chance encounter, a forgotten face, and a child's life on the line-How far would Valentina go to rewrite fate and save her son's life. -------- "I'll get us a doctor's appointment." I said picking up my phone "Why?" He asked sitting on the couch. "For a checkup so we can start the IVF process." I said dialing the family doctor but my phone was snatched, "What-" "We're not going through IVF, it a long and very unreliable process, if you want to save Mateo quickly, we're gonna do this the old fashioned way." My mouth hung open "What?!" "You heard me right." He tossed my phone over his head. ------ "Mi amour, calm down, it's okay." I said gently laying her on the bed. "But-" "But nothing, you've been working too hard it time to relive some stress." "Corazon, I'm busy..." I chuckled. "I am too, Now stop interrupting me." ------ Book 1 of the Bound series
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