Marcus paid the bill and helped her back into her jacket. Julie only realized that she wasnât as sober as she thought when it was time to walk to the door.Her head suddenly felt hazy and her steps unsure. She knew the wine had had alcohol in it, but it was only enough to get her a bit tipsy.âI think there was something wrong with the wine. I donât feel good,â she was saying to Marcus when she suddenly tripped, but luckily, he was able to catch her on time.âCareful doctor,â his voice was filled with concern. She leaned on him until they made it outside. Immediately the air hit her face, she started to feel nauseous, and the world around her started to spin. She blinked severally to make her sight steady but everything was in threes.âMarcus, I think thereâs something wrong with me.â her words were slurred.In her haze, Julie couldâve sworn that sheâd heard Mirabelâs voice. She tried to steady herself as they made the long walk back to the car. She exhaled deeply when her back hit t
Jotham gathered Julie's unconscious self in his arms and carried her out of the car. He didnât listen to Marcus who insisted he was going to drop her off at her house.He was more concerned about how sheâd ended up with Marcus or how that creep even gets to know her house address. He glanced down at the woman in his arms. She had a lot of questions to answer and he had a feeling he wouldnât like any of her responses. He laid her down gently on the back seat and made sure her head was safely secured. He thought of driving her back to her house but decided against it at the last minute and drove to his home. âWhat could be going on in her head that made her get this drunk with a stranger?â he asked no one in particular, getting into the car. Cause as far as he's concerned, Marcus is nothing but a stranger. He drove as slow as he could so he wouldnât wake her up, and it gave his temper enough time to calm down so he wouldnât do something rash. After he parked in the driveway, he sat
By the time he finished cleaning her, her temperature had gone down. He took off his shirt and clothed her with it. He finally laid her down on his bed and covered her with the duvet. Something was wrong with her but he couldnât place it.He left the room to call one of his doctor friends. âCan you come over now? Itâs kind of urgent.ââDonât tell me you were shot and you need me to perform some miracle and stitch you up.ââHow did you even come up with that conclusion? Iâm not the freaking mafia.ââThen why do you need a doctor in the middle of the night?Jotham sighed, he hated being questioned. If he asked for someone then they should be there as fast as they could not interview him. âIf I didnât need you as much as I do now, I wouldâve hung up the phone on your ass.âThere was hearty laughter. âOf course, I know. Thatâs why Iâm making the most of the moment. Iâll be there in five.He was there in fifteen minutes, and Jotham was pissed because Julie had gotten feverish again, and
Jotham hadnât gotten any sleep because heâd been worried something would happen to Julie while he shut his eyes.So he stayed up all night, watching her and making sure she wasnât uncomfortable.She had puked one more time and heâd held her through it before helping her rinse her mouth and tucking her back into bed.It felt like they were a couple with how in sync they were with one another. It felt so natural that Jotham had gotten carried away. He listened to her little sighs and stayed still when she hugged him tight in her sleep. He wondered if there was a chance that somewhere deep down she still had feelings for me. Because if there was, heâd like to start over with her and leave the past behind. When the sun started to rise he got out of bed. He knew Julie might not take too well to waking up in his arms. The cook was already in the kitchen but Jotham wanted to make it special for her. So he asked the cook to direct him instead on how to make her bacon and eggs. ***The fi
Julie chewed in silence, looking everywhere but where Jotham stood. He watched in silence satisfied with himself that heâd managed to render her speechless. âThe tea, Mary, donât keep my wife waiting.âJulie choked on the food. Jotham rushed over to her, patting her back gently but it only made matters worse. Because now all Julie could think of was every part of their skin that connected. It sent her heart into a frenzy.âMove away from me,â she forced out between coughs. He didnât listen. She pushed him.Instead of being offended, Jotham retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge. He held her chin and tipped the mouth of the bottle to her. âDrink.â His voice was firm and hypnotizing that Julie didnât know when she opened her mouth and drank it. The smile on his face as he fed her the rest of the food was satisfying. Mary served the tea and left them in the kitchen to give them some privacy. Jotham cleared the table after she was done, which was something heâd never done in the
Julieâs heart threatened to jump out of her chest as she raced into the house.âWhy is Astrid on a stretcher? Why is there an ambulance? Somebody, please say something!â She was losing her mind. âShe ate some of the cake Mirabel had brought for them in the morning. I didnât know she had gone to the kitchen after I gave them breakfast.âHer entire body went cold. âMirabel? She came to the house? What for? Why will she bring them cake? Was it poisoned?âShe rushed to where they were putting Astrid in the ambulance. âDid she poison my child?â âMaâam please calm down. You can come with us to the hospital.â One of the men told her while they secured Astridâs stretcher in the ambulance.Jotham put an arm around. âGet in, Iâll speak with Trevor and join you shortly.â She nodded, the tears streaming down her cheeks as she watched Vesper who was a crying mess.âGod please, let nothing happen to my baby, I beg of you.âJotham waited until they were gone to ask Trevor what happened.âIâd spoke
Julie could not believe her ears. She knew straight away that there was no way in hell Mirabel had magically found herself in the same place as Jotham. âLiar!â Julie called to her face. âYouâre a goddamn liar! You poisoned my children! What did they ever do to you?â Mirabelâs face twisted in agony, like she had been accused of the most cruel thing. âI might not be the most loving person in the world but I would never ever hurt children. If I have a problem Iâll settle it with you. I canât believe youâre accusing me of such a thing.âPeople were beginning to gather in the hallway to know what was going on. Everyone recognized Dr. Julie and wondered what the problem was.Jotham tried to handle the situation. âLook, let's get a donor first and then we can settle this later. Youâre with your phone, right? Call Trevor, heâs our best bet since heâs the father of the kids.âMirabel smiled a little on the inside. They couldnât be so sure about that, which was why sheâd taken the risk and we
Mirabel watched it unfold right before her eyes. The nervousness when Trevor was entering the examination room. The grand finale was right around the corner and she was excited. She shot off a text to an unsaved contact. âHandled the bakery yet?âThe response came in two seconds. âYes.âEverything was going according to plan. The secret photographer had just sent her the shots he took of Julie leaving Jothamâs house dressed in his clothes.They were perfect, her face was showing. You couldnât deny that it was photoshopped. Name a better mastermind than Mirabel. All tracks were covered. Mirabel intended to unleash a shocking revelation, cleverly manipulating the narrative to portray herself as the injured party. The peopleâs sympathy would get her a lot of monetary compensation. She stood up as soon as Trevor walked out of the examination office. âWhen are you ready to go in? Itâs been two hours already.â Jotham was shooting off. âArenât they supposed to test you and all of that be
Epilogue The gala was a dazzling success, the grand hall filled with elegant guests dressed in designer outfits and custom suits. Soft classical music floated through the air, mingling with the sounds of conversation and clinking champagne glasses. The fundraiser for their joint medical project with Grandpa had brought in more people than they anticipated. Every table was occupied, and the donation box was overflowing.Julie stood by the entrance with Jotham, a smile lighting up her face as she watched the guests mingle. It was surreal seeing months of hard work finally come to life.âWe pulled it off,â Jotham said, his voice filled with pride.She nodded. âWe did. It feels amazing, doesnât it?âBefore he could respond, Grandpa made his way toward them, looking as proud as ever. He straightened his bow tie as he approached.âThis is a proud moment for all of us. You two did an excellent job. Better than I could have imagined.âJulie beamed. âWe couldnât have done it without you. You
Jotham arrived with the officers, his eyes frantically scanning the scene until they landed on Julie standing by the police car. Without a second thought, he sprinted toward her, his heart pounding in his chest. She saw him and broke into a run, colliding into his arms. He wrapped her up tightly, his breath uneven.âJulie,â he whispered hoarsely. âGod, I thought I lost you.âShe clung to him, burying her face in his shoulder. The terror of the past hours melted under the strength of his embrace. âIâm okay. Iâm safe now.âJotham pulled back, his hands trembling as they cupped her face. His eyes were dark with guilt and anguish. âIâm sorry, I didnât protect you. I let Murray get too close. I shouldâve seen the signsââJulie shook her head firmly, cutting him off. âNone of this is your fault. Murray made his own choices. Donât carry this.ââBut I let you down,â he insisted. âI was so caught up in clearing my name that I didnât think about how vulnerable that made you. I shouldâve protect
Immediately the officers left Julie set out to check if Jothamâs CCTV had captured Murray. Her hope was dashed when she realized it hadnât.Of course, Murray was smarter than letting himself be captured when he was planting evidence.She had to go to Grandpa immediately; they couldnât figure out what to do. She couldnât go to the officers and tell them about Murray when she had no evidence to prove her words.She got into one of Jothamâs cars and made for his grandpaâs house. Julie gripped the steering wheel tightly, her eyes darting between the road and the rearview mirror when she felt like she was being followed. Murrayâs black sedan had been trailing her for the past fifteen minutes. Her heart raced as she pressed the gas, hoping to lose him before reaching Grandpaâs estate. She couldnât let him know where she was headed.âStay calm,â she muttered to herself.Her car swerved onto a side street, tires screeching. She glanced backâMurray was still behind her, persistent and aggres
C68 Jotham gripped the steering wheel as he drove down the quiet, winding road toward home. The evening had been tense, and silence stretched between him and Julie. She sat beside him, arms crossed, her gaze fixed out the window.The twins were staying over with his grandpa because the old man had insisted that Julie needed time to process what had happened to her, especially now that theyâd found Marcusâs body.Julie loved her twins to death but she needed time to think. She felt a bit guilty because she was no doubt the reason Murray had killed Marcus.The man was not okay in the head. But did he deserve to die? Julie didnât think so. The sudden ring of Jothamâs phone broke the silence. Jotham glanced at the screenâit was the officer in charge of Marcusâs case. His stomach tightened. He hesitated but answered on speaker.âJotham speaking.âThe officerâs voice was firm, all business. âWhere are you right now?ââDriving home. Why?ââYou need to come down to the station immediately.
Jotham felt the bed dip before Julieâs body heat engulfed him as he lay on his bed. Sheâd taken another long shower but he spoke nothing of it. âAre you good?â He asked quietly, holding his breath for a moment when she didnât give him an immediate answer. Julie sucked in a deep breath and allowed the lie to slip out from between her lips. âIâm fine.â Jotham wished she would tell him the truth so he could make it better.âDo you need to talk to a therapist? I know what you went through was traumatizing, Julie; it could alter you forever. Itâs completely fine if you donât want to talk to me, but we can get a professional.âJulie didnât want to be a bitch but she also didnât want to deal with what happened or that it was his best friend that was the genesis of her anxiety. âYou donât have to do anything for me. Iâll be fine.â Then she felt bad because she knew what happened wasnât really his fault. âI promise, you donât have to worry about me.â Truth was Jotham couldnât stop worryin
The house was completely quiet when Julie woke up. She no longer felt like she was dying, and the fever was almost gone. There was a tray of biscuits and freshly pressed juice by her side which she quickly devoured as she was so famished. She didn't even dare to care what Murray couldâve put in the food.Now that she had a little strength, she took the time to study her room. It was on the last floor and the only view from the window was a wide span of water. They must be on an island which would make it harder for her to escape.She waited until the entire house was quiet and she couldnât hear Murray move around before she opened her door. She was surprised to find it unlocked.She walked down the dark hallway quietly, looking around to make sure there was no other person in the house. The entire house turned out to be empty. The house was wide. Most of the rooms were was mostly void. There was a wall clock that wasnât even working on the wall of the particular room she was standin
It wasnât until two days had passed that Jotham was finally able to reach Murray. Heâd been worried that something had happened to him after they went after Marcus. He didnât know what he'd do if something happened to his best friend too. He was already dealing with insomnia and anxiety. There was no news on Julie yet and it had been driving him crazy. He was currently in the waiting area of the police station. Everyone moved about, blaring out instructions, but still, it felt like they were not doing enough to Jotham.Itâs been days and there was still no lead on Julieâs kidnap. Mirabel, who was the only other person who could help, was still in a coma. Murray finally walked into the waiting area; tiredness etched permanently into his face, but for different reasons. Jotham detached himself from the wall. âWhat happened? I havenât been able to reach you.ââI thought Marcus had sailed with one of the boats there so I followed. It was completely dark out so I couldnât really see an
Every part of Julieâs body felt like it was set on fire. Her skin was sticky with sweat, and she struggled to breathe. All the stress of the past days was finally catching up to her.She couldnât help the sob that escaped her lips as she struggled to sleep. Sheâd wanted to stand up and ask Murray if he had any meds, but the heaviness of her limbs kept her rooted to the bed. He had come by earlier to drop her lunch but she hadnât seen him since then. But it didnât mean that his presence was unfelt.Julie was well aware of her captor each time. She knew he was the danger she should be running from. She suddenly saw Murray appear again. The moment he saw her lying down there, he became alarmed. âWhat is wrong Julie?â he pressed the palm of his hand against her forehead and flinched away at the hotness of it. âYouâre burning up.âShe shouldâve pushed him away and said she was a doctor and could handle herself. The truth was that she really couldnât hold up, and even though she did not
Jotham had called the previous night to find out which hospital Mirabel had been taken to. If anyone knew where Marcus was taking Julie, it would be her. He could hear the beep of machines as he walked down the corridor. He almost felt bad for Mirabel when he entered her ward.She was hooked to machines whose loud beep was the only indicator that she was still alive. Essentially, she was in a coma, and the doctors didnât know whether she was ever going to wake up.He stood there, looking at her and wondering if she wouldâve gone down a different path if she knew this was how she would end up.The other part of him thought it was perfect for what she put Julie and the twins through. That was something he could never forgive. The door opened and Mirabelâs mother walked in. âYou have a lot of nerve to come here.â her voice was a mixture of anger and disdain. âYou ruined my family.âJothamâs face was bored. âI didnât ruin your family, Ms. Margaret; you did all that by yourself.â He turn