Sofie's POVI woke up with a start and a choked gasp.Clasping my hand over my chest, I looked down at my hand, and saw that my wrist was cannulated with a pack of saline solution embedded into the cannula.I fixated my gaze on the window for some minutes, trying to recall what must have happened, for me to have ended up in an hospital.I squinted when the illuminating rays of sunlight seeped through the window blinds and struck my eyes."Thank goodness you are finally awake, Sofie. I was so worried." I was startled when a familiar, feminine voice from beside me spoke.I looked in the direction of the voice and a shocked gasp escaped my throat as tears pooled in my eyes.It was Amy, my best friend who I had last seen six months ago, and she was here with me in the hospital room with a tired smile curving her lips.As I wordlessly gaped at her, the gory memories of everything that happened before I fainted suddenly descended on me with force, and I burst into bitter tears.I had watche

Roman's POVI stared at my mum with my mouth hanging open in shock."So I'm dead." I reiterated, and mum shook her head with a sigh."No, honey. You are not dead yet but if you keep staying with us, it is a matter of time before you fully join us here." She explained."So you guys are dead then." I said."You hit the nail right on the head." Rachel nodded."Wait, do you know what happened to me? Was I in a sort of accident or something? Why can't I remember anything?" I rambled out."You were shot by a psychopathic bitch." Rachel chipped in."Language, princess. Language." Dad chided her."What? I may not be alive but if I were to be, I'd punch the bitch in the guts. How dare she do this to my brother?" Rachel spat angrily."Don't listen to her, Roman. You can't remember anything because that is how the universe works. When you are in this world, you won't remember anything from that world and vice versa." Mum explained, and I nodded."So what is going to happen to me now? How do I go

Roman's POV"It's good to see that you've finally accepted defeat. You will never be able to beat me, Sofie. Not in this life or the next. You will always be a wretched lowlife."That was the reel of insults I woke up to.I slowly blinked my eyes open, only for me to see the strange woman–Sofie kneeling on the floor with her hands clasped to her chest as she wept."You better go back to wherever your stupid self came from, because you are not, and will never be needed here." The voice from earlier said again.I knew who that voice belonged to. I would always be able to decipher that obnoxiously loud and chirpy voice even in a room filled with thousands of women.Lana. A voice in my mind unhelpfully supplied as she finally came within my vision."Looks like he's starting to wake up." She said, leaning over to stroke my forehead.Sofie also stood up and stood on the other side of the bed, watching me silently."What are you doing here, Lana?" I asked, as she smiled down at me.The last

Roman’s POV I watched with ire boiling inside me as Lana walked into the room with a smile plastered to her face."Hi, babe." Her voice wafted into my ears, and I scoffed in annoyance as I picked up a book from the nightstand, and decided to pretend I was reading it.I was not in the mood to argue with her at that moment.For an unknown reason, I felt emptier that day. And everything seemed to irk me.I hadn't seen Sofie for the past three days. I couldn't make out why her absence seemed to be affecting me so much."Aren't you even going to acknowledge my presence?" She whined, placing the gift bag in her hold on the nightstand."What are you here for?" I asked, without steering my concentration from the book."I came to apologize for how I acted the last time I was here. I'm sorry, Roman." She pouted, staring at me.I huffed. "Since you're done apologizing, you may leave.""I have a fashion show in Paris in two weeks, so I'd have to leave New York soon. " She revealed, crossing her

Roman's POV"How come Nana hasn't come to see me yet?" I asked Damien as he cut up some apples for me. He halted, placed the half sliced apple, and knife on the plate before exchanging glances with Nathan. Nathan had come to visit me earlier with some of my staff, but my staff had already left. "I noticed something. Each time I ask you about her, you stylishly change the subject. Did something happen to her?" I darted Damien an accusatory stare. I had asked him about my grandmother the first time he came to visit me after I regained consciousness, but somehow, he managed to change the topic to the rising stocks of my company. Back then, I didn't really pay any attention to it. But when I asked him the question again a few days ago, he excused himself from the conversation and claimed he had to take an emergency call, even though his phone hadn't rang in my presence. "Is she dead?" I whispered, feeling a lump of bile clog my throat. "She's not." He replied, and I heaved a deep