My body went rigid and blood drained from my face."I will text her the hospital address," Mark said then the line went dead."Oh God," sensing the urgency of the situation, Lucas quickly rolled off me and I jumped out of bed. "Lucas, I need to get there quickly." I didn't bother to search for the clothes we had blindly flung across the room. I ran straight to my wardrobe and reached for the first outfit I saw - a dress shirt.I reached for my underwear and strapped it on. My hands trembled as I struggled with the buttons of the shirt. Lucas was suddenly before me. He gently and wordlessly took the shirt from me, undid the buttons and put the shirt over my head and did the button. I just stood there and let him dress me up.Even though Doris was not my biological grandma, even though she was the grandma of a man I once loathed, she still meant so much to me. Grandma Doris is one of the few people that treated me well. She was the one who gave me an inkling of how it felt to have a mot

ONE MONTH LATERThe days after Grandma was declared to be in coma passed like a blur. Business was booming, Lucas and I got closer than ever, everything was going well or so it seemed.Mark and Sandra announced their engagement and it was to be scheduled today. Sandra had not been able to stop talking about it all over the net."I wonder how Steven and Sandra feel about this," Grace was watching one of many of Sandra's pre-wedding reels when she absentmindedly said it.I only raised my brows and said nothing. She hadn't looked up for a response so I didn't think she was expecting a response. Besides, I didn't care how the both of them felt to know what to respond. Maybe I do care about how Mark felt but that was only because after Doris made me promise, I sometimes feel responsible for him. My heart grew heavy at the thought of Grandma.With Mark's continuously booming financial status, Sandra's strict and luxurious demands were all met.If I was being very honest, the whole thing was

For a moment, there was silence as the realization of what just happened sunk in, then I broke out of my frozen state and ran over to the crash, my heart lodged in my throat.There were already a number of passersby around the crash. Some called 911 while some uselessly brought out their phone to film the accident.I dropped my bag and squatted beside the wreckage that used to be Mark's car. In there, Mark, his driver and his assistant were stuck in there, upside down. Blood trickled down Mark's temple."Mark!" No matter how many times I screamed his name, he didn't open his eyes. "Mark! Hang in there…" I looked around me and asked for the help of the people standing around. They could at least make their presence useful."Somebody, help!" I screamed and turned back to Mark. "I need help!" I continued shouting as I reached for Mark and attempted to pull him out."Help!" I looked up again and immediately looked back at Mark in the car only to snap my head back up, with a friend on my f

BELLA'S POVMy face scrunched up in disgust as I peered at the caller's ID.What does she want? Why is she calling me? I thought irritatingly. And most importantly, how come I still have her contact saved on my phone?I stared ahead, my gaze lingering on the smiling faces of the people stepping out of the gate. When she wouldn't stop ringing me up, I decided to pick up the damn call."What do you want?" I blurted out icily."Hello, bestie. It's been a while, don't you think?"I scoffed, the idiot was speaking like were still friends. Was she even ever my friend? She always claimed that she hated Sydney for my sake, yet all the while she was only ogling the man I wanted."What do you want, Sandra?" I gritted out, my hands tightening on the object that I held on to in the pocket of my baggy jean jumpsuit. With how agitated I was just by hearing her voice, if she were standing before me, I wouldn't have hesitated to use it on her without any remorse.She groaned like she used to whenever

Mark's frown deepened and his eyes swept up and down my frame for almost a minute before he burst out, "I may have amnesia, but I'm not stupid. How could I possibly have such a young mother? How old am I?"I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up my throat. I was sad that he lost his memory but it felt really good, too good, to have him back. To listen to him throw his blunt statements without a second thought.Turns out his memory is the only thing he lost afterall. Thank God. I don't think I would be able to handle him if he turned out to lose his memory and become dense on top of that. He still had his wits around him.I took a seat beside his bed and he shifted, now sitting up. "Of course, I couldn't have given birth to a son as old as you. I'm your stepmother."I couldn't tell know why I kept at it but it was fun. I guess I wanted to utilize this opportunity that I have. Right now, I was just a random woman and he was just a random man - might be a bricklayer, a policeman, a dru