ELARA’S POV Since I woke up, I’ve been dozing off and waking up multiple times, which I find very weird. But the doctor claimed, “It’s completely normal” for someone who went through what I went through to feel like that. But for some reason, I’m not very sure I believe her. Not just her… I don’t believe anyone. I find myself feeling as if something is entirely wrong, but no one is talking about it. Or maybe I’m the only one sensing it. It’s weird, how Nate is the only person here with me. Elliot hasn’t showed up, not even once! My mother isn’t here either. Not that I expected her to be, but still… I thought she might come. Maybe Elliot would tell her everything and she’d come storming through the door, causing a scene or maybe yelling over my head about what I should and shouldn’t have done. When I asked Nate, he said Elliot is busy and would be here as soon as possible. It’s been two days. No sight of him anywhere. And that only made my gut tingle I lean back against t
NATE’S POV I sat there, stiff and quiet, the doctor’s words echoing in my head like they were trying to convince me of something I couldn’t believe. “She’s getting better, Mr. Hales,” the doctor said gently. “Physically, her vitals are improving heart rate, oxygen levels, blood pressure… all stabilizing. She’s responding well to fluids and pain meds, and her body is healing faster than expected, considering the trauma.” I nodded, but my jaw stayed tight. Then she added, “But the therapy… she’s going to need it. Even though she hasn’t had another outburst like the first time, she’s going to therapy especially with the pregnancy, her hormones are all over the place. This kind of trauma doesn’t go away with sleep and meds.” My throat dried. “And what about the vomitting?” Since two days ago when she finally woke up, she’s been vomiting and sometimes she wakes her up at night just to vomit.. I know it’s a pregnancy supreme but isn’t it a little too much?” “It’s common, to have mor
ELARA’S POV Nicolas’s hand twists into my hair, yanking hard. I scream again, but he only lets go to slam me into the wall with a heavy thud. “Let me go,” I croak, dragging myself backward as he takes slow, calculated steps toward me, a wide smirk on his face. “Leave me alone, Nicolas. Don’t come near me.” “No.” His voice is low and sharp as he crouches down to my level. “I will never let you go. You’re stuck with me forever.” He raises a gun to my head, and my eyes fly open— The smell of antiseptic hits me first. Not saltwater. Not gasoline or smoke. Not blood. My eyes blink rapidly, adjusting to the brightness. I’m not in the room on the yacht. Not in that dark, doorless cell. This place is… different. White walls. Machines. A hospital? I jerk fully awake, beads of sweat clinging to my skin, and my body feels heavy. My gaze shifts—someone is holding my hand. Nate. I stare at the fingers wrapped around mine, frozen. I try to pull away. No… This has to be a dream. Nicolas t
NATES POV I turn on my heel toward the door and Angelo and James are standing right there at the far end of the hallway. Just as the guilt and regret come pouring in how unfair and awful I was to him last time. “Angelo…” I begin, but he pulls me into a hug before I can even try to apologize. “Don’t you dare apologize. You did what you had to do. I understand,” he says, patting my back before pulling away. “You look like shit,” James adds. I pull him into a bro hug too. “It’s the new trend these days.” “I can tell because you’re wearing it nicely.” “What can I say…” “Room 402! get Doctor Hilton.” I catch the words as a nurse rush by. Room 402? That’s Elara’s room. A few more people rush past us. “I think something’s going on…” I turn on my heel and head to the room without another word to Angelo or James. I hear their voices behind me, but my ears can’t process what they’re saying. If Elara is awake I need to be with her. I have to get to her. Screams echo down the hal
NATE’S POVNever in my life did I think I’d see Elara like this.Pale. Motionless. Hooked up to machines that beep like they’re counting down time.Her skin looks too cold, too still, too unfamiliar.“Hey,” I whisper, gently clasping her hand. It’s cold, colder than I expected. I rub it between mine, hoping it helps.I still can’t begin to imagine what she’s been through. What he did to her.And yet, she’s still here. Breathing.Fighting.With another life growing inside her.“I’m sorry,” I murmur. My throat tightens as the words spill out.“I’m sorry I didn’t get to you sooner.I’m sorry I let him take you in the first place.I’m sorry I failed the first rescue attempt.I promised I’d protect you and I couldn’t even keep that. Not until now.”We got her back…Barely.And Nicolas is still out there Somewhere, probably planning his next course if of action. I let out sigh, I can’t let my guard down now more than ever, I need to be smarter.He needs to be found, preferably dead.But ho
“Child?” Elliot and I echo, stunned. “Yes. During the scans, we confirmed, she’s six weeks pregnant. Honestly? It’s a miracle nothing happened to the baby with the level of bruising and lack of nutrition… she should have miscarried” “Are you sure she’s pregnant?” Elliot asks before I can even take a breath. I stand frozen, trying to process what I just heard. I feel the words hit me like a bullet. Pregnant? Elara is pregnant?. With everything she’s been through… how could her body still hold onto something so fragile? How could I have let this happen while she was carrying our child inside her? I don’t know if I should feel happy or hate myself more for not being able to save her sooner. “Sir, we did a full scan and it’s very evident, and a blood work also. Blood work never lies. She is very pregnant.” The doctor explains. Elliot curses under his breath. And something about that rubbed me the wrong way, but I kept it all in. “Can this day get any worse?” This time