ログインLachlan’s POV"Her heart rate is normalizing," the lead doctor said out loud. He took a small step backward from Tahlia's bed. Next to the bed, a metal stand held a clear bag of special medicine. The machine attached to it made a soft hissing sound. The machine was pushing a strong, cleaning medicine right into Tahlia’s veins. "We have started the fast flushing process. The medicine is already grabbing onto the poison in her blood. The poison will be washed out soon."The doctor looked at Kirrily and me. "She is going to feel very sick. She will have bad body aches for the next twelve hours as the poison leaves her body. But her brain is waking up. Her nerves are starting to work normally again."I stood right beside the hospital bed. I still had my arm wrapped tightly around Kirrily’s waist to hold her up. Kirrily was sitting on the edge of a chair next to her cousin. She was holding Tahlia’s pale, weak fingers in both of her hands. The room was very quiet. It was the nervous kind o
Kirrily’s POVThe sound that broke out of my mouth was not a normal cry. It was not a sob. It was a loud, broken scream of pure, terrible pain. It sounded like an animal that had just been caught in a metal trap. The scream tore straight from the deepest, darkest parts of my soul.For four long years, I had built a strong, high wall of ice around my heart. I had taught myself how to be cold. I had taught myself how to hide my feelings. I had promised myself that I would never break down in front of anyone again. But in that hospital room, that wall of ice completely shattered. It broke into a million sharp, jagged pieces.My knees stopped working. They folded underneath me like wet paper. I fell forward, waiting to hit the cold, hard floor of the hospital room.But before I hit the ground, strong arms caught me.Lachlan grabbed me. He pulled me hard against his broad chest. We both fell down onto the floor together. He did not care about his expensive suit or the floor. He just held m
Kirrily’s POVThe door opened, and we walked inside. The room was very clean. The only sound in the whole room was a slow, annoying beep-beep-beep coming from a heart machine next to the bed. I felt like a thick blanket is pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe.I looked at the center of the room. There was a narrow, uncomfortable hospital bed. Tahlia was lying right in the middle of it.Seeing her made my heart drop. She looked so small. She looked too tiny for the bed. Her skin was very pale, against the white sheets. She looked so weak that a strong wind might blow her away.I closed my eyes for one second and remembered how she used to be four years ago. Four years ago, Tahlia was a bright, happy teenager. She was always laughing. She was full of energy. She could never sit still. She loved to run in the big gardens behind the house. She loved to bake sweet cookies in the kitchen, getting flour all over her nose. She had been full of life.Now, looking at her in this
Lachlan’s POVThe heavy metal doors of the elevator slid shut. They made a soft, quiet swooshing sound as they closed together. Just as the doors locked, I heard the loud noise of heavy boots running down the hallway outside. The men with the guns had reached our floor. They were only a few seconds lat before we were sealed safely inside the small, private elevator box. The elevator started to move down, taking us away from the danger on the top floor of the building.I stood very still inside the moving elevator. My heart was beating hard against my ribs. I looked over at Kirrily. She was standing in the corner of the small space. She had her hands pushed deep into the pockets of her coat. Her hands were curled into tight fists. She was staring up at the little screen that showed the floor numbers going down. She did not say a word. She did not cry. There was a very scary, quiet look on her face. It was the kind of quiet that happens right before a terrible storm breaks out and dest
Kirrily POV The computer screen flashed and brought up a long list of medical bills, hospital papers, and private doctor notes. These papers showed money moving through different fake companies across Sydney and Melbourne.Lachlan leaned closer to the screen. He wrinkled his forehead as he tried to read the confusing legal words. "Medical records?" he asked, sounding confused. "What does a hospital have to do with stealing a billion dollar company?""Look at the patient numbers," I told him. I pointed a finger at a file that had a lot of black lines crossing out the words. The date on the paper was from the exact same week I was kicked out of my home. "When you threw me out, your mother locked all of my bank accounts. I had a young cousin named Tahlia. Who was getting special, life-saving treatments at a private clinic in the city. Those treatments cost a lot of money. They had to be paid every single week without stopping. If the money stopped for even one week, the clinic would hav
Lachlan POV Callan.The name bounced around inside my head like a sick, twisted joke. Callan Vance-Smythe. He was my childhood best friend. He was the guy who had shared my room at school. He was the man who stood right beside me at my wedding as my best man. When my father died and my whole world went dark, Callan was the one holding my hand. For the past ten years, he had been my top manager at the company, my shadow, and the one man I trusted with every single secret I had.I thought about the terrible night four years ago when Kirrily was forced to leave. My world was burning to the ground. I thought she had stolen my secrets. Callan had been the one standing right beside me in my office. He handed me a glass of strong drink. He patted my shoulder. He whispered soft, kind words into my ear to make me feel better."She was never right for you, old friend," I remembered him saying. His voice had sounded so smooth and full of brotherly love. "She let you down. But I have your back.







