MasukLoren’s pov Before I could form words, the sound of the machines beeping tore through the room. My eyes widened as Killian’s grip on me tightened, his eyes filled with worry as he gasped for air. No, no, no! “Killian! Killian!” I tore his hand from mine and rushed outside, “Doctor, Doctor! my husband he…. Please save my husband!”The doctors brushed past me, rushing into the room. I tried to follow but a nurse blocked me. “You need to allow the doctors to check him. You shouldn’t have gotten him agitated! You might have set back his recovery.”I stumbled, the ground beneath me shifting as a dull ache settled in my chest. All of this. It was all happening because of me. How could I get carried away with my emotions? Why did I confess everything? Because of me…“What did you do?”I turned slowly, my gaze meeting Pilar’s wide frantic eyes. “I saw the doctors rushing here, how is Killian? What happened? You were in there with him, right?”I struggled to form words as she grabbed
Loren's POVI turned, stumbling past the guards as I raced out of the estate. I hailed a cab, yelled the address, and slumped against the back seat. For a moment, time slowed and I couldn’t breathe. The only lines running through my head were simple. Please, please, Killian. Please be alive. “Please don’t die on me” The final words escaped my lips as the car pulled up in front of the hospital. I rushed inside, bumping into Pilar.“Pilar, Pil—“She pulled me into a hug, sobs escaping her lips.No, no, no. “Pilar, w-what happened? Tell me, please, please tell me—““A trust, Loren!” She cried, a smile breaking through her lips. “A trust paid off the bills and Killian’s already in surgery!” She hugged me again. “The doctors are saying that there’s a huge hope for him! This is all thanks to that trust! It happened at the last minute but…”I sucked in a long breath, hungrily as I leaned against the wall. He was alive. My Killian was alive and that was all that mattered. I didn’t
“W-what?” “You heard me right, darling.” Rue rolled her eyes. “What’s it to me if Killian is dying? He had his chance to be with me and he chose you,”Didn’t she care about him? Even a little?I thought she…How could I be so foolish? “There comes a time,” Rue turned, strolling inside the estate, “when a man has to face the consequences of his actions.”She settled on a chair beneath the shade in the garden. The guards tried to stop me from following her but she gestured for them to leave. I rushed toward her but before I could reach the shade, she raised her hand for me to stop. I froze there, standing in the rain. Just as I mustered the courage to speak, Rue beat me to it. “I know, I know,” She said, reaching for a glass of wine I hadn’t noticed. “I said I’d return Whitmore Group if you agreed to my terms — your mother’s catalogue and your right to perform as a cellist.”I nodded frantically. At that point, all I really wanted was the money for hospital. Everything else could
Loren’s pov I fumbled with my car keys, barely seeing through my tears as I rushed out of the house. “Loren!” Pilar called after me. “Loren, at least tell me what the heck is going on!”The caller’s words were still ringing in my head as I tried to open the door. Killian Whitmore, Severe head trauma, BlackHill Hospital…Killian was in an accident, my Killian…“Loren!” Pilar finally snapped me out of it and our eyes locked, “What happened?”A sob escaped my lips first, “K-Killian…”“Yes what about that frog?”I let out another sob. “Killian had an accident, Pilar!” Pilar was frozen for a moment before she snapped out of it, snatched the car keys and started the car herself.I rushed into the passenger seat as she sped down the road. My heart was racing a mile a minute as I recalled the last moments we shared. He promised me a future where he was in it. I could lose everything but I couldn’t lose Killian.Pilar pulled to a halt in front of the hospital and we rushed out, racing
Loren’s POV I sat up, staring at the doctor while he packed up his things. “Well? Say something already.”He sighed, “Her feet are healing well but her hands still need some attention. She needs full bed rest for the next two days,”Killian was already giving me a meaningful glance above the doctor's head. “She’ll get it,” he promised and I rolled my eyes. The doctor stood, “I’ll check back in tomorrow.”Nigel escorted him to the door and Killian sat beside me, taking my hands into his and kissing them. “Your stubbornness almost got you killed back there,”I leaned, managing a smile. “That’s why you love me right? We’re both stubborn,” I chuckled before pausing. Killian leaned down and I gasped as he lifted me. “So, where’s the bedrooms?”“I’ll lead the way!” Pilar chirped as she rushed in, “I’ve surveyed the entire house, chosen the biggest room, and decided which ones you’ll stay in.” Killian groaned. “What did you do? I’m sure Loren wanted to stay in that room.”I shook my hea
Loren's POV“Did I stutter the first time?” Killian growled, “We are not making any deals with you.”My eyes widened as Killian lifted me and started walking away. “What are you doing, Killian?” I snapped, staring at Rue’s diminishing figure. “She has taken everything; we have to get it back.”“And we will,” he didn’t miss a step, “But we won’t exchange your mother’s catalogues for it.”Killian settled me in his car but Rue spoke up quickly. “That car belongs to Whitmore Group. It belongs to me and she can’t stay there,”Killian wordlessly carried me out and brushed past Rue like she didn’t exist. Nigel quickly hailed a cab. We got in and my throat tightened. Because of me, Killian Whitmore was forced to hail a cab for the first time in his life. “You just spoke over me back there,” I said. “I have the right to make my own decisions.”“Your decisions often involve you getting hurt. Again and again.” Killian wasn’t backing down. “I told you before, right? I’m ready to become the v







