5- Fairy god mother

Diane's head throbbed. Badly. The pain felt like there was a drill boring holes into different parts of her head impatiently and making her want to cut her head off.

She blinked a bit, scrunching up her face and groaning, a poor attempt to make the pain go away. She had no idea why she was feeling this intense pain and why everything including her head felt heavy.

"Is she waking up?" A male voice asked in the distant background. She couldn't recognize the voice and she didn't try to either.

"I think so," A female replied this time around.

Diane pushed further, attempting to open her eyes. As she did so, the rays of light from around the room rushed into her eyes forcing her to shut them immediately.

She groaned as she went for a second attempt, this time a bit slower. She was successful as she opened it this time around and was met with a white ceiling and surrounding white wall.

She looked around, studying her surroundings and trying to make out where she was when a stand of drip appeared at her peripheral view.

Then a head popped up in front of her, "Mrs Diane? Can you hear me?"

Diane blinked as she made out the face which spoke to her. Then she nodded, slowly.

"You were in an accident and you've been unconscious for the past twenty seven hours." The lady said.

Diane grunted as she made to stand up but the lady stopped her, "You're in no condition to stand up now. Your head must be aching and you must feel heavy and tired."

Diane obeyed, going back to her position.

The lady turned to someone in the background which Diane supposed to be the owner of the male voice which had just spoken, "You can proceed to make the payments now. She is going to continue to recover quickly from now on,"

Then the lady turned back to her, "I'll give you some pain relief, and you should get back to sleep, rest as much as you can. You need it."

Just then a thought crossed Diane's mind and she grabbed the lady's hand, "I-I'm pregnant. Right now." Diane told her, her voice almost inaudible.

"I'm sorry," The lady said as her eyes softened, "But you lost it. I'm sorry Ma'am, but you were bleeding profusely when you were brought in and we could not save it."

Diane shut her eyes, and the hotness she felt told her the tears were coming back yet again.

But soon, she was fast asleep.

She woke up the next day, the headache had dulled and she was indeed feeling a bit better than the previous day. She sat up now and took a huge breath, balancing the pillow at her back for a better posture.

The hospital room was big, bigger than the regular ones which told her that she was in a vip section and lead her to be curious about whom had saved her and brought her in.

Her memories came flooding back afresh, from everything that had happened days ago to the minute she was rushing out of the event venue. The hurt she had previously felt was slowly turning into a mix of anger and resent,

Just then the room door opened and an older elegant woman walked in, two escorts following her behind.

"Oh gracious me, you poor innocent thing," The woman exclaimed as she drew her into a hug. Diane sat confused at the gesture and just watched as the woman pulled away from the hug and studied her.

The woman was dressed in an expensive blazer with straight legged pants and her heels clicked the tiles noisily with each step she took. She had a slender figure, long honey colored hair and her bright red lipstick made her face features pop out.

"I'm sorry, this happened to you my darling, it's all my fault." The woman apologized.

"Y-you hit me?" Diane asked, trying to satisfy her curiosity.

"Oh no darling, the driver who did already paid compensation. Don't worry it's all sorted out."

Diane shook her head, "I don't understand. Who're you?"

The woman settled beside her, her worried face softening, "I'm sorry, I'm only coming now. Your dad and I had searched for you everywhere since you were kidnapped. I'm glad I found you."

Diane's eyebrow furrowed together, "What?"

"I'm your mother, Stella Deveraux. We've looked for you all these years, I apologize on behalf of your father for not being able to make it here." The woman replied.

Diane laughed. A bit too loudly that the escorts looked at her crazy and shifted uncomfortably in their feet. Stella didn't return the laughter and instead stared at Diane.

Diane paused,"Oh you're serious,"

Stella went ahead to explain the whole situation to Diane and soon enough, Diane felt like she was in some kind of fairytale where somehow luck had favored her and she had gotten her own fairy god mother.

She thought about everything Michael had done to her and the scene of him with Tiffany replaying in her head constantly. Her mind went to Nathan suddenly remembering she had used the poor man as a way to get over her husband and had left him on her bed then snuck out.

"You're not lying to me now, are you?" Diane asked Stella.

Stella reached out to her with an envelope.

But god was she starting to be triggered by envelopes now.

"Here, I am not making up stories, my love."

Diane took it reluctantly and went through it, confirming everything Stella had said.

How was she even a Deveraux? How did she end up with her dad then?

But one thing she was sure about was that she was leaving her old life behind. Because now, she wasn't going to be a Winters any longer, she was going to be a Deveraux.

And the only thing she wanted was power and revenge.

She was going to make Michael Belmont suffer however she could.