THREE WHOLE WEEKS LATER, Fatima still hasn’t woken up from her coma. They’re worried for the worst but the bullet wound seems to be recovering at a fast pace. Thank god the doctors were able to prevent the bullet from piercing further. If her mother shot her a little bit more to the lower left, she would’ve shot her daughter in the heart, making it close to impossible to save her life. “You should head home, Grian.” He looked up and saw Christopher standing behind him. Grian looks tired and seems to not have slept for the past three days. Worry consumes him. Fatima will be transferred to the hospital near Christopher’s company. It is best to do so since this hospital is too far away. The only problem is the media, they won’t leave them alone. Everyone wants updates on what happened, what will happen, and any other possibilities. They are also alarmed about the people who did this because their children might be targ

WHILE FATIMA WAS RECOVERING, she starts to wonder what her mother meant when they were in the hotel room. She was talking about her father's accident, but why? How is Christopher involved in it too? Nothing is making sense and she doesn't know if she should take her mother's words for real. What happened that day that she has no idea of? This is making her go crazy.    She sighed heavily and continued staring at the ceiling, the only thing she can see at this point. It feels like an eternity, she's been in this hospital for almost like a decade in her head.    "What's on your mind, hmm?" She turned and looked to the side and saw Grian standing there with flowers in his hand. She eyed him before looking back at the ceiling. "Nothing..." she mumbled and he smiled. He stepped forward and showed her the flowers.    "For you-"    "I'm allergic to flowers," she stated and he blinked a c

FATIMA WOKE UP WITH her body feeling heavy and her chest feeling so sore and painful because of the gunshot wound. She slowly lifted her head and confusedly looked around the room. She furrowed her eyebrows, trying to determine what the hell was happening to her.  "FATIMA!" She heard someone shout and she looked up and blinked a couple of times, and saw Hannah tied up to a chair in front of her. Her eyes widened in horror and as she looked down, she saw herself tied up as well and was unable to move. "W-where am I?" she asked as she tried freeing herself.  "Oh my god, thank god you're alive." Hannah sighed in relief.  "Those witches took you- and dragged me here as well!!" she screamed in frustration.  "Witches?" Fatima asked in confusion.  "Urghhh!"  Footsteps from a distance were heard and Hannah shut her m

"I'm scared..." Fatima whispered. All her bravery was brought down once she learned the truth. It's almost as if she doesn't have power over her life, feeling hopeless about everything. She's been living in a lie her whole life. Her mother isn't her real mother, her biological mother is dead, and the person who killed her father is her ex-boyfriend.  "Come on, let's take you to the hospital," Grian said and was leading her to the ambulance but it was too much for her. She felt lightheaded and collapsed but Grian caught her. Her eyes closed and he immediately carried her to the ambulance. "We need help!" he screamed.  Fatima was brought to a better hospital with great security. Her arm was treated since it has a massive cut from the shard of glass. The bandages on her chest were changed and her wound got cleaned. She was still passed out during this and was brought to a high-security hospital room for protection to help her feel bet

THREE DAYS AFTER STAYING inside Grian's house and recovering from her injuries, she's decided to get out of the house. Since Grian knows more about her biological mother, she wants to know where she's buried. She was informed it was in the same grave where her father is buried and now she wants to go visit both of them today.  "Hold on, I'm getting ready!" Fatima exclaimed while putting on her clothes.  Philippe and Tim also got ready to visit their father. Grian already informed Philippe that they're meeting someone blood-related to them, or at least Fatima. He wasn't so nervous about it till he read the paper Grian handed to him. His face grew pale in shock.  "I thought.. it was just her biological mother.. not that person as well?" he asked, a bit confused and Grian nodded to himself.  "I know, it's shocking," he said. Philippe found out about Fatima not being their mother's bi