Richard POV
“Come on, dad, please,” Mia says, and I shake my head. It’s unbelievable, she is still grounded, and she is trying to get me to let her go to some party. No way in fucking hell. She needs to learn the hard way.
“I said no, Mia,” I finally say as she looks at me. She is sitting across from me at the dining table, and she shakes her head. The disappointment was plastered all over her face.
“You are such a dictator, no wonder no one likes you,” she blurts out, and I feel like I have been hit by lightning on my head. Even my daughter knows that people don’t like me, I usually don’t care if people like me or not, but I am pissed that Layla thinks I am seeing her sister.
I know that she lied and tried to manipulate me. I don’t believe that the story was exactly the way she told it. That doesn’t sound
Richard POV “Are you two stuffy asses ready?” Dylan asks as he enters the living room, followed by Mia, that is dressed like a whore. In what world did he think that what she wore was appropriate for a sixteen-year-old? She looks like she is twenty-something, her makeup is dark, and it’s too much. No way in hell my little girl will be dressed like that. “What the fuck are you wearing?” I bark at her, and she flinches, looking down at her dress, and her eyes meet Dylan’s and then mine. “It’s just a dress and some makeup,” she says, and I shake my head, pointing at the stairs. “Go get changed right now, and while you’re there, wash your face,” I say, and her eyes meet Dylan’s again before she groans in frustration and walks up the stairs. She knows better than to argue with me about that. I am not changing my mind, and I will never allow her to get dressed like tha
Layla POV Today is my first day at my new job. I managed to get something straight away; I knew that working for Ashford Media would open up a lot of doors for me. I just never thought I would work at a hospital, the same hospital where James works. He managed to get me an interview for secretary checking in patients. “Layla, it’s time for your break”, my new supervisor says, and I smile as I place my headset down and stretch my arms above my head. I am starting in the middle of the day shift. I started at four in the afternoon and will finish at midnight, and tomorrow I will start at two and finish at ten, so it’s not too bad. “Okay, thank you, do you want a coffee or anything?”, I ask as I pull away from the desk, and she shakes her head. I smile, grab my purse and walk around the desk toward the cafeteria area. James is meeting me there for coffee if he can. I grab my phone and dial his number, but there’s n
Layla POV I walk back to work, and as I sit at my desk, I open my laptop and type "Ashford," and Amelia Ashford appears first. I guess that's his daughter. I open the file, and I start reading everything that it says. She needs a transplant, and she's on the list. Poor thing. I keep reading, and I close hers. After all, I don't really understand the medical terms in there, and it's none of my business what is happening. Then I scroll to find Richard Ashford's file. I open it and see he's been discharged with some bruises and nothing too significant. Poor Richard had six stitches on his head. I flinch at the thought. I take a deep breath, put my headset back on and focus on work. There are people needing my help right now, and I can't get distracted by Richard, even though he is the only thing on my mind. He is the only person I can't stop thinking about. Even after everything that happened, my heart still beat for him.
Layla POV"So, what are you going to do?" Jo asks as she takes a small sip of her tea. I look at the tv, but I am not even paying attention to what is passing. I close my eyes momentarily and rest my head back against the back of the couch, shaking my head slightly."I don't know. I don't think I should meddle", I say. Jo takes a deep breath, and I can feel her shifting in her seat. She puts her tea down and turns to face me, bringing her feet up onto the couch."Look, I know I have a thing for meddling in your life, and I know I cross many lines that I shouldn't, but…" she says, pinching the bridge of her nose and taking a deep breath if gathering the courage to speak. "I think you should go see him. You have some sort of history with the guy. He is going through some tough shit, and you can't let your sister bully you for t
Richard POV “Darling, go home and have a shower,” I hear my mother’s voice behind me. I raise my head from my hands and turn around on the chair to see her resting her back against the closed door. I don’t know how long she’s been here, hell I don’t know how long I have been here, in this position, without moving a muscle. All I keep thinking is that this is all my fault. If I didn’t force her to go change, if I allowed her to go out wearing what she wanted to, we wouldn’t be here. She would be safe at home, in her bed asleep, or studying for some test. Or using her phone to hide from me to chat with her boyfriend. “I’m okay,” I reply, and she nods slightly, walking towards me and resting one hand on my shoulder. I feel like I have been living in a nightmare, and I can’t wake up. I feel like I am stuck here. I can’t move, I can’t sleep or eat, I can’t breathe. Mi
Layla POV I blink several times before opening my eyes completely. A sharp pain makes me hiss as I try to move. I look around to find Jo sleeping on a chair beside me, machines attached to me beeping softly in the background. The lights are off, so I assume it’s late. I move a little, but the sharp pain in my lower abdomen makes me close my eyes and take a deep breath. I stretch my arm, trying to grab the little controller to call the nurse. “Argh,” I say as I can’t reach it, but I see Jo standing up and grabbing it, pressing the button straight away. “How are you feeling?” she asks, and I offer her a small smile. “Never better,” I lie, and she smiles as she grabs my hand and takes it to her lips, placing a small kiss. She takes a deep breath and sits back down when the nurse walks in.
Layla POV "Do you need anything before I go?" Jo asks as she puts her jacket on. I shake my head, focusing on the laptop resting on my legs. I have been reading the news every day, and I have been following how Mia is doing. The newspapers seem to have an incredible pull towards the Ashfords. "No thanks," I reply, scanning the New York Times to find an article about"Amelia Ashford, the teenager billionaire." I open the article, and it's like a small compilation of everything she has ever done in her sixteen years of life. She really lives in a world of luxury because, in every single picture of her, she is wearing very expensive clothes, shoes, and bags. It must be nice to have that kind of money and not to worry about saving to have food the week after. I remember the times my mother didn't eat to feed us. I shake my head and slam my laptop shut, looking a
Richard POV“Come, I’ll help you to your room,” I say, and Mia shakes her head.“I am not an invalid, dad. I can walk by myself, see, look, watch, one foot in front of the other, see I learned to do this when I was around one,” Mia says, and I take a deep breath. This is not the time for an argument. She has been in the hospital for so long, and being home is the best thing in the world for her right now because she will be herself again.“The nurse is coming in one hour, so please come downstairs when you hear the door,” I say as she walks up the stairs, still slowly, but she is making an incredible recovery, and I am finally breathing.Angie walks out of the kitchen, greeting me. “How is she?” she asks as she watches Mia walk up the stairs. I smile at her,