Fiona's POV"Can you hear me?"A voice echoed in my ear for what felt like an eternity. My head felt as heavy as if it were encased in dried cement. I groaned weakly, struggling to open my eyes.Isabella's face was the first thing I saw as my vision cleared, hovering close to mine. "Can you see me?" she asked repeatedly."I...""Doctor, she's awake!" Isabella dashed out and quickly returned with a large man with a protruding belly. He examined my eyes with a penlight and checked my heartbeat with a stethoscope.I turned to see Dami, Tim, and John sitting nearby, their faces filled with words they had been holding back."She's alright, but we'll need to monitor her progress for a few days," the doctor reassured Isabella before leaving."Fiona," Dami cried, grasping my arms, while Tim sat at my feet, holding my legs."I can't breathe," I whispered."She's dying! Call the doctor!" Isabella wailed again."I'm alright," I managed to say louder this time, holding my head in pain. "Can you g
Fiona's POVIt's been a week since I ended things with Alexander, and now, I'm finally being discharged from the hospital. Tim, Dami, and John rushed in, giving me a group hug as I walked to the door, their sobs echoing in unison."I'll have your stuff delivered to your house tomorrow. Can't you just stay? We know it isn't true," Tim sobbed as he walked up to me.I hugged him tightly. "I'm fine, and I'm tired of Mrs. Patricia. See this as redemption for me," I laughed, patting his back.I can't believe I just quit my job. I mean, which patient would want to be treated by a low-budget whore who caused the miscarriage of another woman? Not only that, she also tried to snatch her fiancé from her.I wore a cap and a face mask as I walked out, hiding my face so no one would recognize me. Michelle stood outside, leaning on her car with a flower in hand. She handed it over. "Congratulations on pulling through. You're a strong lady, Fiona.""Thank you," I replied, climbing into the car.As sh
Alexander's POV I watched the footage clearly, the recordings Frederick had brought. It’s been over eight hours now. Maybe this was my way of comforting myself after everything that happened the previous morning.I wondered what must be going on in her head. If she was doing okay or just pretending to. But who was I to care about that? It's true what everyone says—I’m just as bad as Sabrina Parks.I paused the footage as Frederick walked in. “How’s she?” I had sent Frederick to keep an eye on Fiona.“She went out of town today.”“To?”“My men haven’t reported back yet. About what you heard your father and Mr. Parks discussing the other day,” he moved closer, “your father is involved in illegal mining.”I stared in shock. “What!”He handed over a newspaper. “A few years ago, a family was burnt alive. The publishing company that reported it went bankrupt immediately. There’s no other copy.”“So how did you get this?”“A reporter friend of mine has been keeping an eye on Michelle, the r
Fiona's POVThe warden walked me into an office. I sat for a while, nervously waiting. She entered a few minutes later, but not with Mrs. Smith. Instead, a woman in a white lab coat followed her in."Where's Mrs. Smith?" I asked."This is Mrs. Yang, the morgue officer," the warden said. "I'm so sorry to inform you that Mrs. Smith died this morning."I got up from the chair and walked slowly to the officer, who continued, "Apparently, she committed suicide. There was compression of the blood vessel and...""Wait, suicide?" My chest felt heavy as I fell back into the chair. "Why would she commit suicide?""She left this," the warden said, reaching into her pocket and handing me a note. I clutched it without looking at it. "Where's her body?"The morgue officer led me into the freezer, where her body lay naked and bare. I burst into tears, holding her cold hands."Here," the officer pointed to her neck. "The rope must have done a lot of damage. I'm sorry for your loss, Miss Fiona," she s
Fiona's POV I barged into the office, throwing my coat on the sofa. He didn’t lift a brow, reading through a pile of documents on his table.“Don’t you have a lawyer, Fiona?” He slammed the book shut, lifting his gaze.I felt tense. What was I thinking, coming here? “Are you threatening me because I ended things with you?”“Didn’t you sign the papers?” He threw the question at me.“I was in a haste…”“That’s not an excuse.” His eyes raged with fury as he walked up to me. “You breached the contract.”“Fine, fine,” I took a step back. “What do you want?”He sighed, taking a seat. “I won’t sue if you attend the event tomorrow.”“What event?” I gasped as I remembered. “The hospital’s anniversary? I’ll never do that.”He wore a smirk. “Then, you leave me with no choice.”I bit my lip. “Why should I do that? You’re getting married to Sabrina soon. You want the world to call me a husband-snatcher... wait, why do you want me to attend the event?”“Because tomorrow, I want to reveal the truth
Eighteen years ago...Fiona's POVThe sound of thunder slammed against the roof, killing all the ants that had been seeking shelter. The streets were quieter than usual; no kids playing in the rain, no lovers making out near the field.The rain fell heavily now, accompanied by lightning. I watched it closely, almost counting the massive drops. My eyes drifted to a car that sped into the compound. I couldn’t see clearly, but it was evident people were stepping out of it.My door pushed open. It was my mother. It was her birthday, but the look on her face told a different story. "Come here, Gabriella," she called, grabbing my coat from the hanger.She swiftly packed a good amount of clothes into a box. I watched as she panted, tears streaming down her face."What's wrong, Mum?" I heard myself say, tapping her as I spoke."Shush," she cautioned, handing the box to me. "Leave through the window.""But why, Mum?" I cried, holding her tight. "I won’t go anywhere."She bent down to pull me c
Fiona's POV"Ahhhhhhh! Fiona!"My eyes snapped open, darting around the room to find the source of the scream. I swung my legs off the bed and rushed to the living room.Of course, it was Isabella, my exuberant girlfriend. Her excitement could only mean one thing: news about a Korean actor or a handsome rich man who had just arrived in London."Guess what, Fiona?" Isabella ran to me, hitting me hard on the back."Ouch," I shouted, returning the slap. "What is it?""He's back, he's back!" Isabella jumped around, gasping for breath."Who's back?" I laughed, walking to the countertop and filling a cup with water from the refrigerator."Alexander Brooks!"My grip loosened on the cup, and it shattered on the floor. Isabella ran to me. "I hope you're fine?" she asked, cleaning the floor.I nodded, hiding my trembling hands. "Who's that again?" I sighed, gaining composure as I walked back into the living room and sat close to Isabella, who giggled at my confusion."Alexander Brooks is London
Fiona's POVThe drive to the Brooks residence which was situated in Chelsea, was a long one, probably an hour. The building was magnificent, likely the most impressive I'd ever seen. It had a sculpture in the middle with water pouring into it from a fountain. The statue was of Harry Brooks, Jordan's father.The security guards stopped me from entering, asking for an invitation card or letter. "I'm sorry, I was sent by City Hospital to treat Mr. Brooks."One lanky guard signaled to let me in.I stepped into the building, my eyes feasting on the luxurious surroundings. As I moved further, a man approached me. "Come with me," he said, leading me into the living room."Wow!" I blurted out, taking in the opulent decor. I stared with a mixture of fury and surprise; they seemed to live well. An enormous artwork caught my attention, but my thoughts were interrupted when a lady in a black dress approached me."You must be Miss Campbell," she said, smiling brightly."Yes, I am," I responded qui