Chapter Two
Waking up had become the most dreaded part of my day. Something about being in a hospital always rubbed me the wrong way and the smell-gosh the smell. A day had passed since I learned of my current status, and the weight of those two lost years threatened to crush me. As I lay there, a fragile thread of hope still lingered. If I could just reach Kelvin, I knew he'd help me escape this hellhole and return me to the life I once knew. But first, I needed a phone. I needed to recall his number, I could have sworn I had it etched on my memories before. The door creaked open, and Doctor Betty's gentle smile offered a fleeting sense of comfort. "Good day, Miss Malloy. How are you feeling today?" Her voice reassuring as ever, but I knew better than to trust it. "My head still hurts like hell," I admitted, wincing at the memory of the pain. "But overall, I'm feeling...alive, I guess." The words tasted bitter on my tongue. “Well, I'm glad to hear that Miss Malloy.” Her voice made it hard to decipher her emotions. I shot her a confused look before noticing Doctor Betty's shift in expression, her eyes clouding with a somber intensity. "Miss Malloy, I promised to investigate your family's status. I'm afraid I have some difficult news to share." My heart sank, as I unconsciously started shaking my legs, anticipation threatening to eat me up. "What is it?" I whispered, wringing my hands already bracing myself for the worst. Something about her downturned lips screamed bad news. Doctor Betty's voice dropped down several octaves. "Your family, Miss Malloy...they're gone. From the news I read, there was a fire outbreak in your family household that took the lives of your parents and everyone in it." The room spun around me, colors bleeding into a gray haze. I felt myself drowning in a sea of despair, unable to find a lifeline. Doctor Betty's words became a distant hum, a reminder that my world had been shattered. “But… What if that is another Malloy family? I refuse to accept this news” I say in a hollow voice even if I knew how unlikely it was. “I was in doubt at first Miss but as I saw the images of you and your parents, I knew it wasn’t a different family” she renders in a soothing voice that did nothing to calm the storm of tears building up in my eyes. As the tears streamed down my face, Doctor Betty's hand closed around mine, her touch warm and reassuring. "You're not alone, Miss Malloy. We'll get through this together. But for a more positive News the technical team was able to trace the anonymous person from the past two years” she lets out with a small smile. “Doctor, I honestly don’t care about anything or any news again. My parents are dead. Nothing else matters. Why didn’t you just pull the plug on me when you had the chance?” I softly demand in a broken whisper. “Miss please don’t say that. You are alive for a reason and I’m sure your parents would be happy that you survived- God bless their souls. And if the anonymous person is really who they said they were, I’m positive your spirits will be lifted” She pats my hands and renders a small smile, leaving an air of suspense. The door closed behind Doctor Betty, leaving me to confront the ruins of my life. I sobbed, the sound tearing from my throat like a wounded animal. I mourned for the loss of my family I mourned for the years I'd lost And I sobbed for the life I once knew. ******************* I open my eyes, which seemed to have been swollen shut after several hours of balling it out and sobbing. The nurses' gentle voices roused me from my grief, their words a soft murmur as they helped me sit up. My body felt like lead, my muscles screaming in protest. As I waited for the nurses to finish their checks, a knock at the door broke the silence. "Please, can you see who that is?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. As one of the nurses stands to open up the door, the door flung open. And lo and behold, my biggest support system walks into the room. Her radiant smile caused tears to well up in my eyes. “Bella?” I whisper shakily unable to believe my eyes. And almost immediately I was engulfed in a bone-crushing hug. Tremors wracked both our bodies and sobs broke free from me. "I thought I'd never see you again, Steph," Bella whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. I know I’m a shitty best friend.” As we held each other, the world outside receded, leaving only the two of us, suspended in a sea of grief and memories. I didn’t even notice the nurses had exited the room till the door shut suddenly. "Tell me what happened to my parents," I begged, my voice cracking. "I need to know." “They are dead Steph. I still can’t believe it till this day but I’m very sure of one thing….” She trails off. Bella's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze burning with a fierce intensity. "It wasn't an accident, Steph. I'm sure of it. Your uncle...he took everything. He erased you from existence." My mind reeled, the implications too horrifying to contemplate. " What are you talking about? Are you saying it was all a setup up Bells? But What about Kelvin?" I whispered, already dreading the answers. “I’m almost 100% sure that your uncle had something to do with your parent's death and maybe even your accident, “ she says with so much conviction. Bella's face contorted in a mixture of sadness and anger. "I know you’d flip Steph but…. Kelvin is married. He married your cousin Melissa." At the mention of the last bit of news, I completely unraveled. The room imploded around me, the darkness closing in like a shroud. I was lost, alone, and adrift in a world that seemed determined to destroy me.Stephanie’s P.O.VThe weekend I’ve been dreading, is finally here. It’s not that I don’t wish to have dinner with Issy and her parents; it’s the intent behind the dinner that I dread. I’ve done all I possibly could to make mine and Adam’s relationship look plausible, I can only hope he put in as much effort. We already discussed how the ordeal of today will be. The dinner is starting by 7pm in the Belarie’s residence but we will arrive there 10 minutes before. This will luckily win Adam some brownie points. I was planning on driving there myself, which was admittedly a foolish plan but instead Adam will pick me up from Issy’s house by 6:20 since the drive to the Belarie’s was approximately 30 minutes. I decided to not dress too formally for the dinner, seeing as it was more of a casual occurrence but Adam seemed to have other plans.Anyways, it’s already 5:30pm on Sunday, meaning I have approximately 50 minutes to be prepared. Then why can’t I seem to stand up?. I guess a part of me
Stephanie’s P.O.V“Okay, I think we should start off on the basics… you know favourite colour, favourite meal, middle name and all that stuff,” I started off. I watched him, arms crossed, seated leisurely. He seemed to be thinking of an answer.“Ash and purple are my favorite colours, any type of high protein food is my favourite meal, my middle name is Theodore, I have 2 dogs, I studied business and was the BGS as you would know…. That's all I can think of for now.” He delivered robotically. I raised my eyebrows at the mention of purple being his favorite colour but chose not to speak.I saw him subconsciously touching his temples, and I perceived a faint smell of whiskey from the room. He has definitely been drinking.“That shouldn't be too hard to remember. All the important things about myself are on the sticky notes you shoved aside by the way,”“I'll look over them later.” He began walking away from the area we were conversing. He grabbed some documents and dumped them beside my
Adam’s P.O.VI knew I couldn’t avoid them forever. I just didn’t expect Mum to be this persistent. I was at least hoping to make the merger with The Malloy Holdings before I informed my parents on my recent engagement. Even the thought of those words sounded wrong in my ears. The whole thing is wrong, I just hoped it would be worth it. I read over Stephanie’s improvised story of her absense and our “love”. She is clever i must give her that, If only her mouth wasn’t as clever. I needed to make this merger, and I needed to do it soon. My parents would be coming over next week, that gives me approximately 4 days to get things in order. And get my fiancé in order. Speaking of fiancé, I scrolled through my phone and get a text from her.“We have some things we need to run over so I’ll be in your office by 5pm. Be free by then. Bye” She sounded exactly as she texted. Bossy as hell. And I was supposed to be married to that for a year. God help me!. It was already 4pm and she’s just tellin
Stephanie’s P.O.VAfter about an hour of driving, we pulled up at Issy’s childhood home. It was a white coloured modern mansion that contained more rooms than required for even a family of 15. Everything from its glistening intricate structure to the vast expanse of land the mansion encompasses was nothing short of a masterpiece. Makes me miss my own home. As soon as Sebastian dropped me at the entrance, I saw the elegant figure of Mrs Belarie making her way towards me. Sebastian came round and opened the car door for me, allowing me to step down. I was immediately engulfed in a warm motherly embrace. She smelled like home. I sensed tears building up in my eyes before they rolled down my cheeks. I clung unto her for dear life, desperately needing a motherly embrace. Life isn't fucking fair.“I can't believe you are really alive, Stephanie dearest,” Issy’s mum whispered shakily. She released me from the hug, much to my dismay but still gripped my shoulders with both hands. She stared
Stephanie’s P.O.V“So let me get this straight: you and Adam are getting married in a month, but you aren’t making it public until then because….” Issy trailed off, waiting for me to continue my explanation.”“Well because I don’t want my uncle to suspect anything yet till the merger is formed. And it’s not like no one knows. You know. Adam’s parents would soon know, your parents who are currently on their way would know so that’s enough for now.” I finalized. We were driving to the airport to pick up Issy’s parents. Well Sebastian was taking us to the airport, alongside a convoy of bodyguards, but all those technicalities don’t matter.I’d been brainstorming on different stories to tell people when I made my marriage and appearance public, and I think I’ve gotten the perfect one. I just hope Adam approves. Not like I needed his approval. But I do need his cooperation. Anyways, I’m feeling a little excited to see Issy’s parents. I felt a dull ache in my chest when ever the name parent
Adam's P.O.V I’m a fucking idiot. That has to be it. Why else would I have agreed to Stephanie’s revenge plan if I weren’t one? I didn’t need this sort of distraction in my life. Especially now that I’m just barely managing to forget about Tracy. I’ll admit, the benefits of agreeing to this little contract marriage were sort of beneficial to me, they weren’t what engineered my decisions. Loneliness did. I’ve been so bleeding hollow for what seemed like forever, I needed to grasp onto something. Anything with the semblance of company, regardless of its fake status, was something I needed desperately. Maybe I acted foolishly, Maybe I even thought foolishly, but I needed to at least try. Plus it will get my parents off my case. My mum couldn’t have made it more obvious that she was worried about my downward spiral. So yes, I sought out Stephanie's number and agreed to her marriage proposal yesterday. Although a little voice in my head screamed at me for betraying Tracy. For trying t