Kylie POV
My eyes fluttered open. I gently glanced around, and my eyes met with Mia's concerned face. “Kylie! Thank goodness! I was so scared!” She held my hand. “What happened? How long have I been here?”I murmured out, raising my head when Mia supported me up the bed, with a pillow at my back. “You fainted, Kylie, we had to rush you here,” Mia explained. I placed my hand on my forehead, and everything that happened flashed through my head again. “Where is Jackson?” I raised my eyes. “He left not quite long. Work call,” she responded and continued, “How do you feel now?” The door flipped open and the doctor walked in. “Good day, Ms Kylie,” he greeted, slightly bowing his head. “ Zack, what is wrong with me? Am I pregnant?” Zack has been the family Doctor; Madam Wilson trusts him so much that if not for him, no one would handle Wilson's health care. “No” he responded with a smile on his face. “ So what is the issue?” I took a deep breath, realizing it was nothing close to Mia's assumption; anything else could be handled. “Your body shut down due to excessive stress; you have been pushing yourself too hard, and if you don't take time to rest, the time will eventually take itself out. I am sure you don't want that to happen” He explained. “Yeah, I get it. Can I go home today?” I asked, staring into Zack's eyes. “Uhmm-”. “No!” Mia interrupted and continued, “He just said you need to rest, Right?” She glanced at Zack. “Oh yes!” He nodded his head. “I will need to monitor your bed rest,” he added, leaving the room as he slammed the door behind himself. “Really?” I glanced at Mia, making a baby face. “Yes.” She placed her hand on my shoulder and gently pushed it back on the bed. “************************ I arranged my things immediately Zack confirmed I could leave the hospital. I grabbed my bag, humoring, my head gently shaking. “Why are you so happy?” Mia asked. I glanced at her where she was seated “More than happy. This place is like a prison. I can't even do anything,” I responded, and a little smile appeared on my face. “Hey, Ky,” Jackson's voice came from behind. “ I'm glad you are finally better,” he said; in his hand was a bouquet of sunflowers, a warm smile on his face as he handed it over to me. “This is so sweet of you” my heart flutters. I placed my nose on the bouquet, basking in the sweet aroma of the flowers. “ Thanks. You know, you don't have to do this, right?” I glanced at him. “I wanted to. It is not easy to be back in the land of living” he hummed. “How did you know I was leaving today?” I pushed him on his shoulder. “ Of course I know, Mia informed me every single step,” he responded. “Ohh,” I gasped, glancing at Mia and giving her a side-eye look. “Oh, look at the time! I am almost late for my meeting” She gave a trickling smile, closing the door behind herself. The drive to the house was warm and peaceful. Jackson and only engaged in small talk as the car approached the house. “Thank you, Jackson; I appreciate the ride,” I said, gently removing the seat belt. He smiled and answered “Anything for you. I will walk you Inside; I need to see for myself that you are settled,” I nodded, feeling gratitude and gestures within me. “You know I am no longer that small Kylie that ran after you in high school,” I stated, gently rubbing my hair. “Let me be the judge of that” he responded and opened the car door. I got in the living room, my stepmother Rachel, watching one of those shows that keep her from doing nothing in the house. She stood up and walked close to us. “ Kylie, I heard you have been spending the family money on yourself, why are you always all about yourself?” she asked, staring deep into my eyes. “Hello Rachel, how have you been? As you can see, I am fine” I responded, trying to act politely. “ hypocrite! That is who you are. You just pretend to be virtuous when you easily left your family for years, and you think you can just crawl back, claiming everything that isn't yours!” “coming from someone who slept with her best friend's husband!” I said, anger boiling through me. For the longest time, I have kept this within myself. I found out a few years after my stepmother moved in with us, shel and my mother used to be best friends. I resented my father so much that I didn't get a proper close-up from him till he passed away. “You knew?!-” Her eyes popped out, words got stuck in her mouth, and she blinked her eyes severally as she continued. “Well- You know nothing about what I and your father shared! Your father and I-”. “That's enough Rachel!” Jackson interrupted and continued “ Kylie doesn't deserve all this treatment from you! You should be ashamed of yourself” “And who are you again?” Rachel asked, staring at Jackson. “ a baby boy who can't even communicate his feelings!” She granted and added “Running after the same person who wouldn't look your way for decades!” “Enough!” I snapped out “ You can do whatever that suits you for all I care but you know what I won't stand?” pushing her chest with the tip of my finger “ Talking to my friend in that manner of yours. You will learn to respect not just me but also my friends. I'm done taking all your bullshit!” I stated and walked up the stairs. *********** Getting to the office very early, I knew it was going to be a busy week ahead for me. Considering how I was just resuming after a two-day bed rest, a lot of work to do. Not just mine, but with some very important documents which haven't been attended to by Madam Wilson because of her recent trip to Canada. “Who has been ringing my phone nonstop?” I murmured, glancing at my phone after the third time it rang. “ Oh, you.” A little smile appeared at the corner of my teeth, and I rested my back properly on the chair. “ Make it quick,” I said, placing the phone close to my ear. “What is this for?” His voice breaking from the other side of the phone. “ I figured we haven't finalized the divorce process. My lawyers will get in touch with you on the percentage of things listed!” “You must be delusional! Being a CEO is not enough, you still want to take all that I worked for?” He asked, and I bursted into laughter. “You worked for? Austin I made you everything that you are today! And I will take them back away from you!”Jackson's POVI sat at my desk long after midnight, the glow of my laptop illuminating stacks of accident reports. My fingers hovered above the keyboard. The official crash report said Kylie's van collided with a guardrail and overturned. But there were discrepancies. The skid marks were too short, the impact point off-center, and the computer records showed the brakes weren't applied until fractions of a second before impact.I rubbed my eyes and phoned Marcus. He answered on the second ring."Marcus," I whispered. "I'm reading over the crash report again. Something's not quite right."His voice crackled through the speaker. "What do you see?"I browsed through pages. "Verify the timestamps. GPS pings show the van slowed up at two places—once near the docks, then again ten seconds prior to the crash… but the brakes were not captured in the ECU data until a second prior to the crash."Marcus whistled low. "Either data was fudged or somebody hijacked the van off route.""Exactly," I sa
Kylie's POVI woke up with a thudding agony at the back of my head. I was lying straight out, not squirming, eyes not crossed. I could only listen to the incessant beeping of some device. I tried to raise my hand, but it felt too heavy."Ms. Wilson?" a gentle voice asked.I opened the single eye I could and gazed at a nurse in green scrubs. "I. where am I?" I whispered. "You're at Saint Mark's," she replied softly. "You were brought here in an accident. How do you feel?" "My head hurts," I replied. My voice rasped. "That's to be expected," she replied. "You have a small concussion. You must rest. Do you know your husband?"I furrowed my brow. "Austin?" The right name. So reassuring.The nurse and my face both softened. "He's coming."I let go of my tense eyes and exhaled slowly. I remembered Austin's face. His arms around me. His soothing touch. But Jackson, I didn't recall him. There was a gap.It creaked and swung wide for a second or two. Someone came in. My heart pounding. It was
Emily's POVI slid into the little safehouse as the sun came up. My shoulder hurt from Jackson's bullet's ricochet, and every step I took brought a new flash of pain trembling through my arm. I leaned back on the squeaky couch, applying a cold pack to my bruise. The room was quiet, except for the muffled sound of the old refrigerator in the corner. I took a second to get my breath back.My phone buzzed with a secure message from my contact. I opened it.Contact: You alive?I replied, grimacing as I used my injured hand.Emily: Barely. He got lucky. Your plan?Contact: Waiting on you. Needed proof.I set aside the cold pack and made my way across the room to my dented laptop. Its screen flashed as I booted it up, wiping sweat from my brow. I opened my encrypted chat application and dialed the contact's secure number.Emily (whispering): I'm here. I have what we need.Contact (static): Explain.I leaned forward. "I hacked into the hospital records. Kylie's accident was classified vehicu
Austin's POVI awoke to the light on my phone on the bedstand. I opened one eye to glare at the screen: **"Breaking: Wilson CEO Kylie Wilson Kidnapped, Rescued by Security Head Jackson Reed."** My pounding heart. I sat up and smoothed the headline. I'd read the half-blur—a kidnapping, a rescue by Jackson, her in the hospital.I ruffled a hand through my hair. Good for Jackson. He'd always wanted nothing but hero worship. But good for Kylie… yes, good that she was alive. My gaze went to the wedding-day picture on my dresser, the one that was framed: Kylie's pretty face. A rush of protectiveness washed over me—and a chance I couldn't resist taking.I got dressed quickly in white shirt and black trousers. I secured my tie and focused intensely. Out there, I would be mannered and a good ally of Jackson—the world would see me thus. Behind closed doors, I would pull out my ace card: Kylie needed me today more than ever. Vulnerable.My driver had stayed downstairs. I went into the car's rear
Rachel's POVI came into the boardroom at a little before sunrise. The vastness of the long mahogany table gleamed in the pale light above. I set down my brown leather briefcase on the floor and poured two cups from the carafe at the end of the table farthest from me. The air was tinged with the smell of lightly burnt coffee and wood polish. I sipped it cautiously to settle myself.The door opened, and Fred entered with his own cup. He shut the door softly and smiled broadly at me. "Good morning, Mother," he said, putting the coffee beside mine."Good morning, Fred," I replied, mirroring his good spirits. I gestured to the chairs with a nod. "Sit down."He sat opposite me and took a tentative sip. "We played very well last night."I nodded. "Emily's scheme backfired. Kylie is secure in that hospital, and Jackson is the hero." I allowed it to sink in, seeing Fred's eyes sparkle with pleasure.Fred settled back. "Just as we wanted."I took another sip of my coffee. "Mother warned us of
Fred's POVI decided to accompany Mother in reclaiming what belongs to us.what Kylie had stolen by right of that so-called "written will."I drove myself to the hospital and had to stop the car in order to get a hold of myself before exiting. The gray, weak light of morning was as if the world itself were sympathetic to us. I peered into the side mirror to ensure that my appearance would bring a look of concern to my fatigued face. No one can fault me for not having ulterior motives.The lobby was where I came across the antiseptic odor that hit my nose. A receptionist looked up and gave a pitying smile as I walked by. "Mr. Wilson, Kylie's family," I breathed. She nodded toward the nurses' station at the end of the hall.Nurse Thompson looked up over the counter from the charts stacked on it. "Mr. Wilson. Good you're here. She's stable but must rest."Of course, I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Where is she?""In Room 304, down the left corridor. I will take you there."I nodded an