Miss Veronica’s POV“Stay away from my son!” I yell in terror, frightened to my bones. My spontaneous reflex makes me grab my son and clutch him to my bosom. His cold marshmallow melting on my body isn't so freezing or nasty anymore. All that matters is the safety of my child. ‘He knows about my little boy?! Of course, the world knows about him, but not his name… and age! I've been discreet with his identity. How then did he know?!’“Mummy, my arm.” He tries to pull away from me. “Argh! Mum, you're hurting me!” His tiny voice grows louder and disrupts my scary thoughts and he’s still trying to break free from my grip.“Handwriting doesn't hurt, mum.” He groans and eventually pulls away when my grip loosens. To further prove his point, he reaches to swipe at it, shows me his little fingers, and grins. But the letters are on the other end, so nothing wipes off. Still, he feels victorious for proving a point. “See?” He giggles. “I'm not bleeding. Don't be scared, okay?” I nod. “I'
Miss Veronica Smith's POV‘Took you so long, sweet Vee. I knew that it was only a matter of time and you’d come for me. This time, I promise to be gentle with you.- Your Anonymous lover,Mr X.’My hands are shaky and my eyes poke out as I read the letter over and over again. Sweat break out of my pores and drops on the small note in my hand. It leaves patches on the paper, causing it to almost break off. This isn't how I intend to spend my morning after a wonderful dinner with my baby sister last night.I was in the middle of my beauty spa treatment when the bell woke me up. When I finally dragged my lazy ass downstairs, whoever it was had zoomed off, but they left a small gift wrap. It was a fancy note sprayed with black glitter and the false signature at the end of it.“Oh, god.” I find the nearest couch and plunge into it. Not until now, Mr. Anonymous had always been dead. Or maybe, Ive always been dead to him. Now, I'm back in his territory. ‘Take Prescott and flee back to you
Valerie’s POVEmpty bottles of wines of all sorts are scattered about on the large dining table. The table is a mess, littered with remnants of a great dinner.Veronica left about thirty minutes ago. After her confession, we popped champagne and any drinks we wanted. We celebrated her being alive instead of being sad that she deceived us. And mostly, we cheered for our little Smith. Veronica wasn’t one to commit. She dated three others alongside Dr. Glynn, the Anonymous guy included. She had no idea who Prescott’s father was so she named him a Smith. “We should go to bed,” Baron stretches out his hand to me. “I have a long day tomorrow. But you my wife, you will rest, starting from now.”I scoff and smack his hand off. “I’m not that lazy, Mr. Man.” I hold the edges of the table and push myself upward. Upright, I shrug in a ‘You see!’ way. “Still,” he claims my waist before I can protest, and helps me through every step. “Got plans for tomorrow? Any hospital visit?” I shake my he
Valerie’s POVI clutch tightly on my phone tightly and stare at my sister’s text for way too long that the voices of Dr. Pam and Baron blur out. ‘You can always stop by…’ I start deleting. ‘Of course, come over…’ I resume delete. Jeez!‘Take your time…’ I continue to type and delete every text message until the space is blank again. “Babe, are you good?” He reaches to fix his hand around my waist as he loves to. He waits for a response. When I nod, he nudges me to him, holding my belongings with the other hand. “Congrats, love. You’re discharged.” I shrug, not sure if it's exciting news.“This will be the last time you’ll be admitted till it's the right time.” He reaches down and kisses my belly. I laugh. How can a man be so dramatic?“I promise. I'm going to add more fruits and protein to your diet. Iron…” He rants as he leads me out of the ward. Dr. Pam just watches with delight. It makes me quite shy. I wave her bye and follow the merry Baron down to the car. Already, he h
Valerie’s POVMy lips are awfully heavy, and my eyelashes feel glued. I blink nonstop, forcing myself to break the bond. The bed doesn’t feel familiar and the air freshener is nothing like I’m used to. One more blink and my eyes shoot open. The influx of bright light causes me to squint. I sigh and slowly open my eyes to take everything in. I’m in a quite spacious room. White walls… the continuous beeping of the vital signs machine. The drip set.It’s now clear, I’m in the hospital. “Babe?” My voice is too thin. No one comes. Putting my strength together, I call out to Baron again. “Babe?”Still, no response.I adjust on the bed and manage to turn over. I see Penny sitting on the couch, her eyes closed and she is asleep, holding the side of my bed like she’ll protect me from falling. Baron isn’t here? I pull to the center and try to sit up. The shake from my struggling causes Penny to jolt awake. Her eyes widen in shock when she sees me. Without thinking twice, she jumps up and
Baron's POV ‘Abort plan… My wife's in a critical state.’ I type on my keyboard and stare at the letters for a long time. Then I send it to Pete and palm my face. I'm not sure why the meeting is urgent but there's no way that I'm leaving Valerie's side without a trusted person around. Jax is taking care of Veronica. My phone beeps again. ‘Man, I'm sorry,’ I read it in a ‘I'm not so sorry tone. ‘But get your ass down here as quick as you can. You'll be doing her real good!’I read the text all over again and sigh. Pete is either too dramatic or this is between life and death. My eyes fall back on Valerie. She's still in the same state. Unconscious. But her vitals have improved greatly. She looks pale in her sleep. ‘Terminate, I can't…’ I start to type, but pause. On second thought, I wipe it off and dial Penelope. Next to Jax, I prefer her around my wife. Not even her suddenly ‘alive sister. And Penelope is that one friend who'd kill for her friend. “It’s quite late, Baron.” H