THE HOSPITAL VISIT

Ariana’s POV

Stress has been gnawing at me for days, but today it feels like it’s eating me alive.

Everywhere I go, whispers follow me. People don’t even try to be discreet anymore.

“That’s her, right?”

“The one who trapped Damian Cole.”

“She doesn’t look like billionaire material to me.”

I clutch the milk carton tighter as I shuffle forward in the line at the corner store. My throat is dry, my chest tight, my palms damp.

Just pay. Just get out.

But the whispers get louder. I feel them pricking at my skin, crawling down my spine. My heart starts to race, too fast, too wild. The air feels thin.

My vision tunnels.

Not here. Not now.

I grip the counter, desperate for balance, but the world tilts sideways. Someone shouts. The milk carton slips from my hands. Cold sweeps over me like a wave......

And then nothing.

When I open my eyes again, the world is white. Too white.

A ceiling. Bright lights. The beeping of a machine. The smell of antiseptic.

A hospital.

I groan, trying to push myself up, but a firm hand presses gently against my shoulder.

“Don’t move.”

My head turns.

Damian Cole sits beside my bed. Jacket off, sleeves rolled up, tie loose. His perfect mask of control is cracked, just slightly—but enough that I see it. Worry.

“What…” My voice is hoarse. “What are you doing here?”

His jaw tightens. “You fainted.”

“I figured that part out,” I rasp. “Why are you here?”

He leans back in the chair, arms crossed, but his eyes never leave me. “Because I was there. Because nobody else stepped in. And because....” He stops, choosing his words carefully. “Because you scared the hell out of me.”

I blink. “You? Scared?”

“Don’t push it,” he mutters.

Despite myself, a laugh slips out. It comes out shaky, but real.

He arches a brow. “Something funny?”

“Just… never thought I’d see the day Damian Cole admits to being scared.”

His mouth twitches, but then his expression hardens. “This isn’t a joke, Ariana. You’re carrying a child. Fainting in public isn’t just embarrassing it’s dangerous.”

I glare. “What do you want me to say? Sorry for collapsing without warning?”

“You could start with admitting you need help.”

The words hit me square in the chest.

I look away, staring at the sterile wall. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine.” His voice softens, but it’s firm. “You’re exhausted. You’re stressed. And you’re alone. That combination isn’t sustainable.”

My throat tightens. “What do you want me to do, Damian? Magically erase the scandal? Delete every headline with my name in it? Pretend I’m not terrified every time I walk down the street?”

He doesn’t answer right away. When I glance at him, his eyes are steady, unreadable.

Finally, he says, quietly, “You’re stronger than you think. But even strong people break if they’re forced to carry too much alone.”

I open my mouth, but the words stick in my throat.

Before I can respond, the door swings open.

And the nightmare walks in.

Adrian.

He looks like he rolled straight out of bed and into the hospital—hair mussed, shirt half-buttoned, tattoos peeking out. And that smirk. That damn smirk.

“Well, well,” he drawls, sauntering inside. “What do we have here? My big brother playing nursemaid?”

My stomach lurches. “Get out.”

He ignores me, grinning wider. “You really are something, sweetheart. Fainting in public? Letting Damian swoop in and save you? Almost convincing enough to make me think you didn’t stage it.”

My jaw drops. “Stage it? You think I planned to collapse in the middle of a store?”

He shrugs. “Wouldn’t put it past you. Women have trapped men with less.”

My chest burns. “You arrogant.....”

But Damian’s already on his feet.

“Out,” he says, voice like a blade.

Adrian laughs. “Relax, brother. I’m just saying what everyone else is thinking. She’s milking this for attention, and you.....” He points at Damian.....“you’re falling for it.”

Damian moves faster than I’ve ever seen. His hand slams against the wall beside Adrian’s head, rattling the frame.

I jump at the sound.

Adrian startles too, but recovers with a smirk. “Touchy, aren’t we?”

Damian leans in close, voice low and lethal. “You don’t get to walk in here and insult her. Not after what you did.”

“What I did?” Adrian scoffs. “We had fun. She knew what she was getting into.”

My chest aches. “I didn’t know. I thought you were him.”

Adrian’s eyes flick to me, mocking. “And you didn’t stop when you found out, did you?”

The words slice through me.

But Damian’s growl cuts sharper. “Shut. Up.”

Adrian chuckles, unbothered. “Since when do you care, Damian? You don’t even care about your own relationships. Ask Vanessa. Or were you too busy climbing into your next deal to notice she was walking away?”

Damian’s fist curls tight. His jaw is stone.

“This isn’t about me,” he says, voice shaking with restrained fury. “This is about you being a coward. You ruin lives and laugh while someone else pays the price.”

Adrian smirks. “And you love paying it. It makes you feel important. Admit it.”

“Out,” Damian snarls.

Adrian tilts his head. “Make me.”

Damian shoves him hard toward the door. Adrian stumbles, his smirk flickering.

“You’re pathetic,” Damian spits. “You’ll never be anything more than a parasite. But if you come near her again, I swear...” He cuts himself off, the threat hanging heavy in the air.

Adrian’s grin is back, but his eyes aren’t as sure. “Careful, brother. One day, you’ll choke on all that righteousness.”

The door slams behind him.

The silence he leaves behind is deafening.

Damian stands there, fists clenched, chest heaving.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I whisper.

“Yes,” he says, turning back to me, his eyes burning with something I can’t name. “I did.”

And for the first time since this nightmare began… I almost believe him.

Later, when the nurse discharges me, Damian insists on driving me home. I try to argue, but my body betrays me, too weak to put up a fight.

The car glides smoothly through the city. I stare out the window, the neon lights blurring past. The silence between us is thick, but not suffocating.

Finally, I break it. “You surprised me today.”

He glances at me. “How?”

“You cared.”

Something shifts in his expression. Softer. Dangerous. “Don’t get used to it.”

I smirk faintly. “Too late.”

He exhales, shaking his head, but I don’t miss the way his grip on the wheel tightens.

And for one fragile moment, I almost forget the chaos, the scandal, the pain.

For one fragile moment, it feels like maybe I’m not as alone as I thought.