š¼šššš¼It's completely dark now, when I finally get to the hospital. My foot is still throbbing, I'm limping as I make my way inside, through the entrance. I should probably get it checked, might have broken a few bone. But, it's just a passing thought. It'll just pill up the bills even higher.Andrea is at the nurseās station when I walk in. She spots me almost immediately."Alera," she calls out.I hobble over to her, trying to keep my wince casual."You're limping," she says as her brows knit together.I smile, waving it off. "I'm fine. It's nothing. Just... clumsiness."She doesnāt look convinced, but she lets it go. "You heading to see your dad?""Yeah. Thought Iād stop by."Andrea gives me a soft smile and squeezes my shoulder gently. "He's been awake on and off. He'll be happy to see you."My stomach tightens. I nod, offering a tight-lipped smile before making my way down the hallway.As I approach the room, I glance through the small rectangular window in the door. His eye
šæš¼ššš I donāt get out of the car. The engine's been killed for two minutes now, but I remain seated, with arms crossed and eyes forward. My fingers drum against my forearm, it's an idle beat, an attempt to contain the irritation swelling inside me. I can wait her out. Let her think Iām not home. Let her get tired of standing there like a stray cat in front of the gate. Maybe sheād wander off into the night, back to whatever hell she clawed herself out of this time. But that would be weakness. Hiding is for cowards. And Iām not a coward. Still, I wonder, bitterly, who the hell let her in? I'd given my security team, strict instructions not to ever let Nichole in after the last incident. But obviously, my order was ignored. Why in the world I'm I surrounded my incompetent people? Someone's getting fired tonight The last time we spoke face to face, she had screamed at me. Her eyes were bloodshot and swollen from crying so much. She'd clawed at me, her voice echoing
šæš¼ššš Miss Vance's chair skitters to the back as she pushes her way through. Without giving me another glance, she storms off, leaving nothing but her simmering fury behind. She just rejected thirty million dollars. My lips pull up in a smirk. Three years of leaving in penury and little Miss perfect still has her pride intact. Even though I donāt move, and my face is stoic, inside, I'm seething. Still looking at the direction she went, I retain my calm composure, swirling whatās left of my Barolo in the glass, watching the wine catch the light. Lorenzo shifts beside me. Heās nervous. Heās always nervous when Iām quiet. "Well, Mr Moretti...that didn't go as planned." he ventures, glancing toward the door she disappeared through. I say nothing. My fingers tap the glass stem twice before I lift it to my lips. The taste is bold. It cuts across my tongue just like her voice did. āYou are insane.ā That moment plays again in my mind. The way her small frame leaned acr
š¼šššš¼ Huh? No. No. I definitely didn't hear correctly. This has to be some sort of joke. Is this bastard mocking me? I stare down at the manila file on the table like itās radioactive. My hands donāt move. My fingers twitch, but they stay tucked in my lap. The man, the one I vaugly remember Dante called, Lorenzo, starts rambling about something. I'm catching legal terminology, terms, contracts, prenuptial clauses. But the words are all muffled. It's like Iām listening from underwater. "Wait," I cut in, my voice sharp. My eyes slowly rise from the file to Dante. "What did you just say?" Lorenzo straightens, his face too eager, like a salesman sensing a maybe. "It's a mutually beneficial arrangement, Miss Vance. Given recent... circumstances. The media exposure, the photo and...and...errr... the...the kiss. It's possible to spin the narrative in a way that benefits both parties, especially you. And of course, considering your fatherās health..." I blink. Once. And
š¼šššš¼ Daddy's stable, for now. But that doesn't mean he's okay. After the scare two nights ago, the doctors ran more scans and confirmed that he suffered stroke and it was worse than they originally thought. I would have to keep him hospitalized, so they can monitor his recovery. But, for this to even be remotely possible, I have to pay his bills, which have risen to over eighteen thousand dollars. Eighteen thousand dollars, I obviously don't have. His doctors have been kind, but, even thier kindness can't keep us from following the policy of the hospital. That means, if I don't deposit half of his bills before the end of this week, they'll discharge dad. They'll discharge him, even if he's currently paralyzed. I can't let that happen. Keeping away from hospitals has been his idea, to reduce cost, but look where that got him, back in the hospital with a even higher bill. How, I'm going to raise his bills, I have no idea, but I have to come up with something somehow,
šæš¼ššš I pinch the bridge of my nose, leaning against the cold marble of my bathroom counter. The steam from the aborted shower curls around me, but I barely register it. "Mama..." She cuts me off gently. "I know you hate it when I pry. But I'm your mother. And I want to see you happy before I go." Her tone is softer now, threaded with something heavier beneath the teasing. I close my eyes. The pain in my heart, it feels like a knife is being pierced in there. She's said this so many times, I can recite her next line already. "Out of all my children, you're the one who's never allowed yourself joy and...and happiness. You always hide behind work. Even with that Nicole, I always wondered when you'd propose. I thought she made you happy... but I could see it, caro. You were never in it with your heart." I don't respond. I don't have answers for her and I can't promise her anything because what she's asking for, what she's hoping for, is basically impossible. I don't