Alva
As I stepped out of the ward for some privacy and space to think. I wondered if I was really going to do it. I swayed thinking about what the presence of Nikolas Sica had brought into the life of my late sister and I. It was impossible to imagine that I would need that monster's help ever again. I looked back at the door to the ward and knew I had no choice. Time was running out and Mr. Sica was the one thing that guaranteed that Samuel remained alive. The blood bank might not have a donor until tomorrow but the Sica enterprise was only a stone throw away from the hospital. Talk about cruel fate. Reluctantly, I searched for his contact. Well, not his. He had probably changed his private number one time too many but I had his enterprise "Contact us" number which hopefully would lead to his secretary or anyone important. With an afterthought, I hit the call button."Hello, This is Sica enterprises. What can I do for you?" A feminine voice began.
I was quiet. Unsure of what to say and for most of it, lost in my own imagination. I jumped back to reality upon hearing the lady repeat her question.
"Yeah– I would like to speak to your boss. Mr. Nikolas."
"I am so sorry. Mr. Sica is presently in a meeting but you can tell me whatever you have in mind."
There was an eerie silence once more. Would I really tell her that some miracle child of Nikolas Sica was lying in the hospital? I was one of the hundreds on that lost and would definitely be taken unseriously. I made a promise not to lie though so I kept good on my excuse.
"It is a private issue. Could you just tell him its a message from Alva."
Nikolas Sica was a man whore so that could bait him in but the reply of the woman stunned me.
"I will relay it to him."
Relay it to him? I've worked in a diner and anytime someone complained about how the food tasted. We always promised to relay it to the proper authority which of course was a lie.
"Wait!" I beckoned, losing hope. If this did not work. I would have to let go of my self-esteem and go after Nikolas Sica myself. It was something I dreaded but it was bound to happen.
"Yes?" The lady's voice boomed back at the end of the line.
"Tell him– His son is dying and I need his help." I disclosed, bursting into tears.
I swear I heard the woman chuckle.
"A son? I assure you Mr. Nikolas has no such thing."
"Hear me out. He does. Please, just listen..."
"If you are so sure Miss, I suggest you reach out to him personally." She interrupted. There was mockery in her toe.
"Please... Nikolas doesn't know of his son's existence. I just need his help. If you care about someone, You would understand. Just let me speak to him."
"I wish I could help you..."
"You can and it won't cost anything. Just let me speak to him. Please."
I heard the woman sigh and mumble something about being an emotional fool before returning to the line.
"Okay. You might regret this anyway."
Trust me, I know. For a span of minutes, there was silence, and just when I had given hope. A deep and familiar voice cut through the quiet.
"Hello?"
He replied. He fucking replied. I could feel the adrenaline rushing through her body. I was torn between the scorn I felt for this man yet I was happy to know his personal assistant actually helped. It felt like a miracle.
"Hello..." Several emotions flashed through my mind fuelling my anxiety and making me stutter.
"Sorry...Who is this?" He asked, his voice leveled with authority and pride I detested. It sent a chill right through me.
I... It doesn't matter. Just come, He needs you."
I hated saying the words. I wanted to swallow them up. But my pride had no place if I needed his help.
"I'm sorry, Who needs me?"
"Samuel, Your Son." I retorted.
I heard him give a hollow laugh. One that implied boredom. He then spoke. His voice sounded grim and bleak as if he said the same words a million times and he was tired of telling them yet again."Sorry Miss, You've got the wrong person. I use condoms and there is no way I would have a son that I didn't know existed."
His words hurt me. It stung to know that the sweet boy lying unconscious behind those doors had a father like Nikolas Sica. But while I would have stopped pushing, I refused to. There was nothing I wouldn't do to save Samuel.
" I beg you, Nikolas Sica, Samuel needs your blood. He might die soon and I know you don't believe anything I am saying but you have to. Nikolas, you have a son who is dying right now at Petrina Memorial and the only thing that could save him is your blood. Don't let him die..."
Then I waited for a reply. I prayed another miracle would happen. Something that would take away the emotion twisting at my throat even if I lacked faith, I could always hope."Petrina Memorial? Isn't that an awfully close place to be right now?"
I knew it. He would disappoint. Just like he disappointed Laura. I clenched my first in regret and decided to end the call but just then and there, he said something.
"I hope you aren't lying though. It wouldn't fun to sue another woman."
Did he give in? It didn't register within me. He was a terrible person. Why would he out the blues choose to help?
"I will be waiting," I said, my voice sounding thin and disbelieving. I walked back to the door of the ward Samuel was in. I was a bit afraid to reassure anyone that Samuel was going to be safe. That his absentee father would come to his aid when I wasn't so sure myself. I walked back and forth the children's ward with my brain echoing words of doubts into my head. What if Nikolas Sica was playing a cruel joke. He did want Samuel aborted when he learned of his existence and judging by our clueless he was when I called him for help, I doubted he actually meant his words. I was a fool with hopelessly optimistic expectations of people.
The sound of my phone chiming drew back to reality and I peered into my screen to see an unfamiliar number. I picked.
"I'm at the children's ward. Where exactly are you?"
I dropped my phone below my ear. Not from the shock but I could hear him. I started into the straight distance of the hall and even through the flickering lights, There was no way I would miss that silhouetted dark-suited figure speaking into the phone in a rich ombre tone. I slowly put the phone back over my ear."Ward eighteen," I replied.
My voice probably echoed across the room because his dark eyes roamed across the hallway only stopping when it found me.
NikolasHer eyes squinted in obvious shock. Judging by her reaction, I was sure she was pulling an amazing stunt and this would be her last. Her looks though, She was definitely someone I wouldn't even look at twice and we had a child? Doubtful. I liked them blonde and feisty. And even if we crossed paths in the bedroom, I was sure her burning red hair would stick in my head and never had I ever fucked a redhead."Hello Miss," I announced, enjoying her discomfort. The way she shuddered was a turn I suppose. Considering I did not have much control over my life at the moment, It was enjoyable watching someone crumble under me."You came..." She stuttered."Of course. If my son's life is in danger like you said. Do you really think I would disregard such important news?"Her eyes squinted one more time. It seemed like a habit if you asked me. She was hurt by my daring and honest to God's reply
Nikolas"Are you stalking me, Mr. Sica?" She demanded in a very predictable manner. For someone who I had no memory of, She did hate me. I pondered how we hooked up in the first place If we did have a one night stand."You aren't that special Miss," I answered. True that I wasn't scoring the whole city for a girl who happened to be my baby mama. It was an accident, A rumble across town led me to a dejected young woman walking in the rain. Seeing her suffer in the cold made me snap, So somehow my good sides nature offered a ride but judging by the disgusting glares she felt passing at me. I was right to guess she would refuse my offer."I don't need your validation to be special Mr. Sica and the name is Alva." She said. I could still catch that fire in her eyes. It felt like she was playing nice even if all she wanted was to destroy me. My fingers tightened on the steering wheel just staring into the flickering orbs of cog
NikolasIcould be a prick. There was doubt about that but I did not think anything I said was wrong. We shared a night somewhere along the line. I was just trying to figure out when and where I had slipped up. I feared what would happen if my mom discovered she had a grandson, My entire world was sure to flip. I briefly hoped all of these was just a wild attempt to rope me. Maybe I would spare her if this turned out to be nothing but drama but every encounter I had with the woman told me she wasn’t looking for hard cash. There was just something about her. I haltingly started the car and drove. I didn’t have the capacity to bear my mother at the moment, Not with all the disturbing discoveries I had made in one day. It made me consider; What if there was more of them? In spite of myself, I was deadly worried. What I did then was a stupid childish act. It did not cancel my mistakes but if
Alva”If it is some paper you want me to sign, Mr. Sica, I will. I have no intent of groping you with child support or claiming your properties. Samuel and I are fine as we are.” I swallowed. That had to be the reason he was here. His eyes met mine unflinchingly and I could tell he had questions.He put a finger to his lips as an awkward silence followed. “So you actually believe I am that shallow. So out of the blues, I find out I have a son and the only thing you think runs through my mind is…’” He paused. “…properties and child support? Why do you have this one sided opinion about me?”I fell silent, weighing his words. If I could have it Alva’s way, I would scream his face that I wasn’t buying his act.“Years ago,” I began, hating that I had to keep the details a secret. “A woman walked into your office and tol
AlvaHis words reechoed in my mind.I wasn’t sure I could do it. The edgy shock of giving Samuel to his father without a fight did not feel quite right. I considered running but without funds and a legal passport, There wasn’t a chance. Plus there was more than a fair chance he would find me. He was an influential man.“Mom, Are you alright?” Samuel intruded on my thoughts.“I am fine.” I assured.Samuel did not seem to buy my response. So to keep his little mind off the complicated topic, I offered him the cold ramen buried in my bag. “I brought noodles. Your favorites.”“Do not worry about it mom. Dad already fed me.”A flush went through me. Did he just refer to Nikolas Sica as his father? That was unexpected an left me weak to the knees. I paused, letting my inner voice remonstrating on wh
NIKOLAS I wished I knew what to tell her. Alva probably already told her everything but for Doria, hearing it from my lips would be the only thing she would consider the truth. The easy way out would be to lie and deny it all but what tale would I weave when Alva arrived at my door with Samuel. There was a slim chance Alva might have rejected my offer though. Still, the look of dread Doria had on her face suggested she had pieced something together. Lying to her would be futile and if I broke her heart, she had to know it was never my intention."Samuel is my son," I confessed."I don't understand," Doria stammered, tears running down her cheeks like trickles from rooftops. "I was in Paris for just four months. How is this possible?""Doria, calm down and let me explain." I tried pacifying her but she had sunk too deep."Calm down! How do you explain that you have
KLAUSLilika stifled a laugh. The growl emanating from her throat continued to grow until she was cackling like a witch. I could tell this was her coping mechanism. She had laughed the same way when the doctor had told her the love of her life; the man who had danced with her at the balcony on her birthday had died from a heart attack the next morning. This was another of those many hollow laughs my mother gave when things were going awry. Soon enough, her laugh relapsed. Honestly, it felt like a Deja-Vu of the morning I lost Dad. Mom looked at Doria who had just returned to the living room playing the role of betrayed dutiful housewife to a fault and then back at me. I saw a drop of tear escape from the crevices of those eyes that always pretended to see all the bright and beautiful things of the universe. Mother was shattered."You are not kidding. You...have a son." I had never remembered her sounding so anxious. This s
ALVA I hoped he understood my plight. Probably not. But a part of me still believed he would come to an agreement with me. I was trusting a man I knew I should not be trusting with the life of my son and ensuring no legal case happened that would cause Samuel to wrenched from me. His pause on the line made me feel like I was fighting a losing battle. My mind would not stop making up scenarios that made my head split open. Had he figured something out? After all, I had cracked so easily when he suggested I reach a compromise if I didn't want him to fight for custody. He was a businessman. He was known to make gambles and oftentimes, they weren't wrong. "Mr. Sica?" I said, flagging down a taxi by the hospital road. "Are you still on the line?" "Of course." He retorted, breaking the static white noise that had almost become familiar. "I understand your perspective. Samuel is going through so much. I