Soraya had turned herself into a K9 dog after secretly speaking to Rebecca on the phone, inside the restroom, afraid that someone might have caught on in her discussion. This was the same maid who had betrayed Silva by sharing her schedule with Mr. Jack to Rebecca, ultimately helping Rebecca accomplish her devilish plan.It was by sheer luck that nobody noticed how she was shivering like a bird drenched in heavy rain when she saw Ralph rush Silva to the hospital at the last minute. She kept sniffing around for the slightest information flying around that might help Rebecca's mission since she already pledged her allegiance to her. Maybe it was just her or the fact that Celia never mentioned the hospital that Silva was taken to.She had tried to ask stylishly for a few days but the cunning maid avoided the question. How then was she supposed to aid Rebecca if she couldn't uncover this simple secret? Soraya thought, biting her lower lips in frustration."There are juicy rewards attache
Celia brought some clothes for Ralph, along with his dinner, as instructed. She looked around, the silence echoing down the hospital corridor. The house seemed too big and empty without Silva's presence. It lost its spark, and it seems like her lonely days won't be over soon simply looking at Silva on the bed. It twisted something in her chest.Ralph instructed that she keep dressing her in comfy but expensive clothes like she used to at home. He wanted her to feel safe, pampered, and loved, even in this state.Just as Celia was done changing her into a pale silk robe, a low sound made her freeze. She turned just in time to see Silvia’s eyes flutter open. Slowly. Weakly...for the second time in less than twelve hours."Silva oh my goodness, are you okay? Does anywhere hurt? Should I get to the doctor? What would you like to eat? Water? Juice?" Celia bombarded her with questions as she rushed to hold her hand carefully.Silva managed to smile at her, her voice not yet back, but recogni
Ralph and Dr. Ben both returned to his office for further discussion. "How can you start treatment on paralysis while she's still in a coma, I doubt if that would work," Ralph said entering the office after Dr Ben.Dr Ben gave a short laugh "She's no longer in a vegetative state, she's just unconscious at the moment and it's normal after a coma. She can wake up fully any moment from now so congratulations to you," he explained."Really? I really can't wait to have her off that life support. It makes me feel like an awful husband and yeah back there she was touching her head, anything wrong with that," Ralph asked looking hopefully at Dr Ben."Yeah, it's just a headache caused by stress, she was probably struggling to remember everything at once which caused a sharp pain through her head. I will administer the right medication for her. I already assured you that all will be fine," Dr Ben said, placing a call to the nurse assigned to Silva."Thank you doc, I have to go now, please keep
"She’s unraveling," Marco said, approaching Laurent, who stood on the balcony, a glass of scotch in his hand, watching the city lights below."Rebecca?" Laurent asked without looking.Marco nodded. "She’s drunk on power now. And maybe something else."Laurent scowled. "She knows more than she says. She’s hiding something. Something about Ralph."Laurent downed his drink. "Then we need to squeeze it out of her before she ruins the plan.""I don’t think she cares who gets caught in the crossfire anymore."Laurent’s jaw twitched. "Then it’s time we properly introduce her to who we are."~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"I know you have important information that could help Laurent reclaim the company, and you are withholding it from us. Tell us what your deal is. Are you trying to fuck father and son at the same time huh?" Marco asked, pressing the cold steel into the back of her neck.Rebecca felt a cold sweat break out on her brow, her tied palm was sweaty. "That wasn't the case, I was only celebrat
Ralph has practically been living in the hospital for the past week, bringing office work to the hospital to keep his mind busy and reading bedtime stories for Silva. He massages her body carefully before he leaves for work with the hope that she will respond to his touch one day.He kissed her forehead before leaving for work, always hoping—praying—that one day she’d respond to his touch.The monitors beeped steadily, taunting him with their cold reassurance. Silva’s fingers were limp in his hand, but he clung to them like a man drowning.Celia entered quietly, eyes swollen from crying. “Ralph,” she whispered. “You need to rest.” He shook his head, eyes bloodshot. Celia knelt beside him. “This isn’t your fault.”“She went out because of me. I pushed her to make that appearance. She looked so beautiful." His voice trembled. “Only to come home to die.”“She’s not dying,” Celia said firmly. “She’s stronger than this.”Ralph looked at her. “Yes...yes she is.”Even though everything seem
Rebecca was filled with excitement after she returned the uniform she borrowed from the waitress. Entering Spring restaurant wasn't easy at all, she had to leave home very early that day and wait at the entrance to strike a deal with the weakest waitress but she was careful not to be caught by security.The offer she made was tempting. Even the strong-minded would jump at the offer without hesitation. She agreed to pay the waitress twice her salary, only if she would have access to her uniform for a few hours. The waitress's eyes grew wide at the offer, asking if it wouldn't put her in trouble and Rebecca assured her it wouldn't.She asked the waitress to wait for her at a coffee shop so they could meet after she was done with her shift for the day. Those waitresses were really trying. Rebecca didn't know that standing on your feet the whole day while taking orders could be so demanding.While some customers can be so reasonable, some motherfuckers acted otherwise. Their air of impor