An Heiress

Louisa:

I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings.

What.. What happened? 

 I was in a hospital room, surrounded by beeping machines and sterile white walls. 

I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my head and I fell back onto the pillow, squeezing my eyes to minimize the pain 

A nurse rushed to my side, helping me to sit up slowly. "Easy, dear," she said. "You've been in an accident. You were hit by a car."

I tried to remember, but my memories were hazy. I vaguely recalled rushing down the street, and then...nothing 

What if I had died? I recalled the divorce and I bit my lips, preventing a sob. I saw life flash before my eyes as I was hit by the car.

I just couldn't believe my fate. Jenna got everyone wrapped around her fingers, cruelly and heartlessly taking my husband away from. She's single handedly destroyed my marriage of three years. I'm already a divorcee.

No, she must pay for what she has done. I can't let her get away with it. My husband must also regret this. But, God, what can I do? 

I sobbed quietly, wiping my eyes.

The nurse saw the fear in my eyes and quickly reassured me. "Don't worry, you're going to be okay. You have some bruises and bumps, but nothing too serious."

I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. But then I remembered something else. 

"My baby," I whispered, my heart racing with fear. "Is my baby okay? Tell me! Is my baby okay?" I screamed frantically, my eyes watering.

If I lost her.. then I'll just kill myself right now.

The nurse smiled and took my hand. "Your baby is fine," she said. "Perfectly healthy. You were lucky."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me, and I closed my eyes, tears of gratitude streaming down my face. 

But as I opened my eyes again, I saw the doctor standing in the doorway, a somber expression on his face. "Do you have any family members who can come and see you?" he asked.

I shook my head, feeling a pang of sadness. I had no one. No family, no friends. I was alone. No one will see me here. They all hated me.. should I call Clara? 

I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. I was alone, and it was a scary feeling.

But just as I was starting to feel overwhelmed, a nurse came into the room, a smile on her face. "Someone is here to see you," she said.

I looked up, curious, and that's when I saw him. The man whose car hit me. He was standing in the doorway, a look of concern on his face. 

My heart skipped a beat as our eyes met, I was quivering slightly, unsure of what to do next. He smiled reassuringly and I just shifted back slowly.

"Don't be scared, Louisa, I was kinda in a rush so I didn't see.."

"How do you know my name?" I stuttered, confused.

"I'm Ryan Vegas. Our parents were friends, the blackwoods and the Vegas." He explained, smiling warmly. "I knew it was you– you're married to Alexander Salvatore, right? " 

I bit the inner of my cheeks, so hard that it bled, trying not to remember our divorce. I didn't bother answering and he continued.

"After your parents died, we were looking for you, Louisa. You just disappeared." 

"Why were you looking for me?" I asked slightly scared.

"Because your parents left an inheritance for you. Do you know you're an heiress?" He posed and my jaw dropped wide in shock.

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As Ryan drove me home, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I didn't know who this man was, or how he knew me, but he seemed to know exactly everything about me. 

I am an heiress? Is this a sick joke? I couldn't believe it 

And as we pulled up to a massive mansion, I felt my jaw drop in shock.

He helped me out of the car and led me inside, where a team of maids were waiting to greet us. They swarmed around me, helping me to a luxurious bathroom where they began to clean me up.

I felt a little dazed and overwhelmed as they washed and dressed me in a beautiful silk robe. But as they finished up and led me to the balcony, I felt a sense of trepidation. 

Who was this man, and what did he want from me? I didn't want to think negatively so I brushed my thoughts aside.

As I stepped out onto the balcony, I saw the man waiting for me, a drink in his hand. He smiled at me, and I felt a flutter in my chest.

"Feeling better?" he asked, handing me a glass of wine.

I took the glass, feeling a little uncertain. "Yes, thank you," I said, trying to sound calm.

"So, Louisa," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I think it's time we had a talk." 

I nodded grimly.

"Our parents were good friends. Don't you remember us, the Vegas? The first time we met was when you're 12, I was older than you. It was at a party organized by my mom. Fast forward to the tragic accident that claimed your parents. Your dad didn't die right away, he requested for my mom immediately." 

"My Mom arrived in time with the lawyer and everything he needed. He made her promise to take care of you and give you his inheritance when you're sixteen years old. We were to be your new family and make sure you lack nothing or ever feel sad." He explained and I sighed, my mind still in shock.

"But you ran away before we could take care. We couldn't easily find you, Louisa. Until you got married. I saw your pictures. We're to hand over the Blackwood Enterprises to you." 

I gasped in shock. Could this be true?