LOGINDylan POV “You owned that place?!” “Yeah” I nodded and continued. “Apparently, I bought it off after your comment the other day. I couldn’t stop thinking about it so I had to add to my collections” “You bought the building because of a passing comment i made?!” “When you talk Clara, I listen. Always” That was our last conversation and since the moment we got into the car, she had just sat quietly, staring outside of the window with her expression blank. I have seen Clara at her strongest. Bold in the business room, fearless in surgeries and soft with child in the orphanage home but right now, there was something about her that looked shattered.It must have been very difficult when she was married to him. I can’t even imagine how much pain she had to bury just to survive. I hated Bruno, hated how her presence tore through her strength. Maybe I shouldn't have let her meet with him, maybe I should have blown up his face when he tried to talk down on her but Clara, she wouldn’t l
Clara POV It has been more than thirty minutes since myself and Dylan arrived at this very big hotel, waiting to meet with Bruno. Just after I was done with Zara, I informed my Secretary to set up a meeting with him and just as I expected he hadn't showed up. Maybe the weight of how he treated me in the past, held him back. or he was too ashamed to show his face. That was what I thought before he finally strode in. Next to him was a lady with an unfamiliar face but with the way she was dressed, I could tell she was his secretary. And Bruno, he was still looking good as always. His well tailored suit hung perfectly on his body, his jaw was clean and well shaven. His black hair fell in front of his face, making him look like some fashion model and for some reason, it felt like he hadn't aged all these years. But behind those features was a man full of himself and with pride, who is a cheater and a liar. I knew better not to let his face deceive me one more time. “ You are late”
Clara POV The smell of antiseptic and the beeping of machines were nothing new in my life anymore. I stood next to the hospital bed, watching the little child on the bed, whose chest rose and fall weakly. Thank goodness I'd left the meeting as soon as possible, if not the case might have turned out differently. I swallowed hard the lump formed in my throat as I adjusted the IV line. Memories flashed before my eyes again. Memories from the moment the little child was brought into the orphanage. Zara, that was her name. She was just eight, fragile and quiet but with the eyes of sadness no child should ever have. She was brought in barely two months ago, scared, malnourished with a compiling file of medical records.Zara fought against Leukemia- blood cancer and this has made her lose so much strength. I’d promised Zara on the day she arrived, that she would be okay, that I would do everything in my power to make sure she gets her bone marrow transplant in which I was not stopping
Clara POV I wasn’t just an ordinary Doctor and my life never ended around the hospital white wall. Aside building a power name around my career- the most flawless surgeon records. I’d also been able to build a legacy of a businesswoman owning multiple estate properties, expanding my portfolio around real estate development. I didn’t just stop at saving life alone, I made sure I created legacies, signed million dollar deals and then watched myself soar high in a room I was once scared of. One promise I made to myself was, Never again. Never again would I allow disrespect. Never again would I be seen as weak or disposable. I have been there before- Scared, timid, unsure but not anymore. I took a deep breath and gently straightened my black sleek dress. “Are you okay?” Dylan, who stood next to me, asked, looking worried. Yeah, I understand his worries but believe me I’d prepared for this a long time ago. Since the moment Dylan told me about the deal, I’d been looking forward t
Bruno POV I have been staring at my laptop for God knows how many hours- Not work, Not some presentation but stuck on Clara’s profile. How did this happen? A doctor?! A business mogul? She even owns an orphanage home?. The same woman I once dismissed, betrayed, crushed now stood at the peak of the world, the one I barely know nothing about. Isn’t she dead? I mean, that was what I was told. “Shit” I slammed the laptop closed. Rested my head backwards staring up at the ceiling. So many thoughts ran through my head, both the ones I understood and the ones I couldn’t even put together. I got up the chair, pacing around the room panicking, picked my phone and searched for her name again after again. Dr Clara Benson. At this point I was beginning to act reckless. Actually, it was hard to believe. Hard to know that the woman who once couldn’t do without me now lives without my presence. “Goodnight sir”- the sudden voice caused me to halt. Looking behind at Elnora who had already
Bruno POV I adjusted my necktie immediately I’d stepped out of the boardroom. The year's quarterly review had gone better than expected, the numbers were doing well, better than the last years, clients were satisfied, investors were pleased. Everything was perfect. I fell into the leather seat in my office, slightly stretching my body. It has been a very long day. A sudden notification buzzed on my phone, checking it out, I realized I have got twelve missed calls from Elnora, the nanny. My chest tightened and immediately I jolted up the chair. Something was wrong. I dialed back immediately and she picked after the first ring. “Sir, ThankGoodness!” Her voice came from the other side of the phone with a brief sign of relief. “It Nellie, she collapsed and she is not responding”“What do you mean Collapsed?” “I didn’t know what to do… one minute she was playing around and the other she was coughing so hard till she collapsed.” She explained, her voice shaking. “Have you called th







