Chapter 4

A week later..   

Emilia

I was lying on the bed with my legs open as the doctor inserted some sticks inside of me. Mrs. Grey had been standing next to me, but she left a minute ago to answer an important call.

"Stay still, Miss Clark," the doctor warned, almost making me want to snap at her. How does she expect me to stay still while she sticks this inside of me?

My palms were sweating excessively, and I could barely breathe or think properly. Maybe this is a sign that I shouldn't be doing this. My heart began to race, and I gasped for air.

"Emilia," the doctor called out in worry.

"I need air," I managed to say breathlessly.

"Calm down, Emilia. Take a deep breath," she said. I nodded and took in a deep breath, slowly letting it out. "It's okay to be nervous," the doctor explained. "Just take your time. We will start when you're ready," she said with a smile.

I nodded and laid back, ready to get it over with. I took another deep breath and centered my eyes on the ceiling. You can do this, Emilia. It's not like you have a choice. Do it for Jason and Mom. "Are you ready?" the doctor asked. I closed my eyes and nodded.

I shut my eyes tightly as I felt a slight discomfort. It didn't hurt, but it felt cold. I tried to pass the time by thinking of why I was doing this.

After what felt like forever, the doctor covered me up and stepped away.

"It's over," she said, and I opened my eyes. "You need to be really careful in the next few days," she warned as I tried to sit up.

"Am I pregnant?" I blurted out, realizing how silly that sounded.

She chuckled. "No, dear. It will take two to three weeks before we can be certain. There's a 50/50 chance this might work, so don't be alarmed if it doesn't."

I nodded in understanding.

"That will be all. Remember to take it easy for the next few days," she said with a smile before walking out. As she left, Mrs. Grey entered the room. "How are you feeling?" she asked, sounding surprisingly caring for a moment.

I tried to sit up, and she rushed to help me. "The doctor recommended you lay down for a few hours," she said.

I nodded and lay back down, turning my head to the side of the bed to hide my silent sobs.

"Thank you, Emilia," Mrs. Grey's voice echoed, making me turn to her in disbelief. Did I hear her correctly?

She moved closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Thank you," she repeated, and despite my shock, I managed to nod.

Maybe it was just the meds playing tricks on me, but she actually sounded human.

Definitely the meds, I thought. I closed my eyes, trying to regain my composure.

I opened my eyes when Mrs. Grey mentioned Damien wanting to meet me. "He showed concern when he found out about the arrangement and asked to see you," she said.

My eyes widened. "He didn't know?"

"If he knew, he would've tried everything to stop it. Damien isn't easy to convince, but you just focus on your part and leave the rest to me."

I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. "This is wrong. Everything about this is wrong," my inner voice screamed. I jumped off the bed. "I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry, Mrs. Grey. But you have to find someone else."

She laughed, a chilling sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You think you have a choice," she said, revealing her true, cruel self once again.

I ran my hand over my face, feeling defeated. "This isn't what I signed up for."

She chuckled. "This is exactly what you signed up for, Miss Clark, for five hundred thousand dollars you're womb belongs to me," she spat. "So, here's how this meeting is going to go. I will arrange for you two to meet, and you will do exactly as I say. No silly games, Is that clear?" Her cold, ruthless eyes bore into mine.

Under the façade of designer clothes and expensive jewelry was a heartless woman willing to do anything to get what she wanted. If I had to give her my baby, then I needed to be sure Damien wasn't as heartless and cruel. I had to know that he could protect this child.

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