Madison’s POV In the quiet of the hospital, I observed the transformation in Andy’s countenance as the doctor approached us. His eyes widened, and a glimmer of hope returned to his young face, a stark contrast to the worry that had weighed him down. I couldn’t suppress my feelings of relief as I reached out and gently clasped the doctor’s arm, my voice trembling with gratitude. “Thank you, doctor. Please, do everything you can to save her.” The doctor met my gaze with a sense of determination. “We’ll keep a close watch on her and do our best. Your mother’s a strong woman, and that works in her favor.” As the doctor left to attend to other patients, I turned to Andy, a reassuring smile gracing my lips. “She’s going to be okay, Andy. We just have to keep believing and stay strong.” He nodded, a mixture of relief and gratitude in his expression. “Yeah, Madison, we can do this.” I couldn’t help but smile. My smile, though tinged with sadness, concealed my true emotions. At least he
Madison’s POV Shortly after my conversation with Gemina, my phone emitted a soft chime, signaling the arrival of a text message. I glanced at the screen, and my heart sank as I saw the message from an unknown number. The words on the screen sent a shiver down my spine, and I immediately recognized the sender. "Your mum's quite sick, what if you comply and I help you with enough money for her to get betterl?" It was unmistakably the work of my ruthless uncle, Leonard. I hadn't saved his number, but the malevolent tone of the message revealed his identity. Anger and suspicion coursed through me. How had he learned about my mother's condition? Was he stalking us, or did he have covert informants within the hospital who reported our family's distress? As I read the message, my thoughts began to flow like a relentless river of questions and fears. My uncle, a sinister figure, had left a trail of pain and suffering in our family's history. He was driven by greed, and his insatiable des
Madison's POV I stood waiting for Mrs Rosaline by the doctor’s office, her presence provided a sense of calm and certainty amidst the chaos of the hospital. The door to the doctor's office creaked open, and Mrs. Rosaline stepped inside. I watched as she engaged in a conversation with the physician. She was not just any nurse; her expertise was renowned. I had seen her in action before, and her mere presence inspired confidence in patients and their families. I waited patiently, anxiety coiling in my chest. I wanted to know what the doctor had discussed with Mrs. Rosaline, to understand the details of the impending heart surgery. Despite my overwhelming fear, I knew that my mother was in capable hands, both medically and personally. I couldn’t help but admire Mrs. Rosaline’s competence and her genuine care for our family. Her comforting aura was like a lighthouse guiding us through the stormy seas of illness and uncertainty. Mrs. Rosaline soon emerged from the doctor’s office, her
Tyler's POV I sat in my office that morning, the sun casting long shadows on the floor. The window offered a view of the bustling city below, but my focus was on the stack of files I'd long neglected. They were a mountain of pending tasks, waiting to be conquered. Just as I was diving into the first file, my secretary, Lisa, knocked lightly on the door before entering. Her entrance was always accompanied by an air of efficiency. "Sir," she said, her tone laced with a sense of urgency, "we've got a board of directors meeting coming up." I sighed, knowing I'd overlooked this important event amidst the chaos of my workload. "When is it?" "It's scheduled for today at 3 PM," Lisa informed me. "Today?" I asked incredulously. "How did I forget about that?" Lisa was quick to offer a solution, her voice poised and reassuring. "Don't worry, Sir. I've prepared a briefing for you, and we can still make it in time." I nodded, grateful for her proactive approach. "Good, thank you, Lisa. Plea
Tyler's pov I hurried through the polished corridors of Marshal's Fundings, Los Angeles' foremost hedge fund organization. The board meeting was slated for 3 p.m., and I was already eight minutes late. Despite my swift pace, my mind was still preoccupied with the earlier unexpected encounter with Madison's brother. I couldn't shake off the deep concern I felt for Madison's ailing mother. Upon reaching the opulent boardroom, the tension was palpable, and the room buzzed with the conversations of the board members. I took my seat at the head of the table, and the board members fell into a respectful silence. I cleared my throat and spoke in my characteristic composed tone, "Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for the delay. Thank you for your patience. Now, let's proceed." The room filled with the sound of rustling papers as everyone retrieved their meeting agendas. The meeting had a packed agenda, but I had a nagging thought lingering at the back of my mind. I knew I had to balance my
Tyler's POV After the board meeting, I drove straight home, a maelstrom of emotions churning within me. I was deeply troubled and incredibly frustrated by Madison's omission. Why hadn't she confided in me? Did she not think I was worthy of her trust? These questions plagued my mind relentlessly, like a persistent itch I couldn't scratch. Upon arriving home, I stepped inside, weighed down by a heavy heart. The soothing coolness of my house offered a brief reprieve from the suffocating emotions that had been consuming me. I decided to take a cold bath in an attempt to wash away some of my frustration. As the water coursed over my body, I contemplated the situation further. I couldn't escape the grip of anger and bewilderment. Madison had clearly hidden something significant from me, and the sense of betrayal gnawed at my insides. "Why would she do this? Why didn't she trust me enough to share her troubles? I thought we had something deeper than just sex." The hot water did little t
Tyler’s POV I stood still, unable to move; all the anger I felt was slowly melting away as I locked eyes with Madison. I wonder how this woman had so much power over me; I wasn't too sure what I felt for her and I dreaded figuring it out but all I can say is that our destinies are intertwined; our meeting at the bar was arranged by divinity. Madison lifted her cheek up with a smile; she smiled in such a way that only the right part of her cheek was lifted. I was still standing by the door with my hand on the doorknob when she finally spoke after we'd been making eye contact for the past five seconds. “Won't you let me in? “Forgive my manners; please come in" I said hurriedly. I made way for her to pass. I am not a man that notices everything about women because, frankly speaking, I most times do not care about the changes they make to their lifestyle because I am indifferent, but I couldn't help but notice Madison’s scent. She changed her perfume; she always smells like citrus a
Madison’s POV I was so grateful when I got the news that Tyler paid for my mother’s surgery. It was the best news I ever heard, but I wished it came from someone else, but certainly not from Tyler. He is already starting to show his real self. To think he was the sweet and humble man I got attracted to. Now I can start to see he’s proud and boastful; he might talk about it in a way I wouldn't like. “What is wrong with me? Why am I being ungrateful?" I hit my head with my strawberry exfoliating scrub container. It hurt but I was trying to scold myself so I didn't mind. I was in the shower and as the hot water ran through the crown of my head to the sole of my feet, I was calm. I placed my hand on the wall for balance. I was preparing to go see Tyler. After my shower, I brushed my hair and let it down for the first time in a long time. I took out a polyester short-sleeve two-piece outfit from my wardrobe, wore it, and put on a vanilla scent perfume. After I finished preparing, I ente