The Billionaire Heiress Baby のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Angel's POV “ Don”t worry darling, she is going to die with that pregnancy, and when she finally dies, we will have the world to ourselves”, Dominic said, caressing Anne’s face as the silly bitch giggled happily. That was the last stroke that broke the carmel's back. I had walked in on them pounding into each other as if their lives depended on it, my husband and my twin sister, on my matrimonial bed, the very bed that the baby in my womb was conceived, screaming and moaning at the top of their voices, and I had tightly covered my mouth to prevent myself from screaming as I watched the ungodly scene before me. “ But hey, how sure can you be that she will die while giving birth?” Anne asked, placing her hand over my husband's chest, the very chest that I had slept on last night. “ Of course I'm very sure. Look, she doesn't want anyone to know, but she has a high risk pregnancy, and even her doctor has told her that she has only twenty percent chance of survival, she and the bea

Angel's POV The fire was now close enough, burning every part of me, and all I could smell was my own burning flesh. My baby started kicking so hard, reminding me that he was in my belly, and that he needed to survive. He kept kicking and kicking, and it was as if with each kick, came a new energy, a strange one. I stood up amidst the flames and walked out, feeling numb and dizzy, and walked slowly across the corridor as the fire caught up to my hair, burning a patch of it. I didn't know how I did it, but I drove myself to the nearest hospital I could find, collapsing on the wheel even before getting out of the car. I couldn't quite remember what actually transpired, but I knew I heard voices, voices I couldn't comprehend, and when I slightly opened my eyes, I found myself in a typical hospital space, with a short plump woman in scrubs instructing me to push. And push I did. The pain was unbearable, and I couldn't even bring myself to scream. The woman kept screaming

Angel's POVThree years later………… I took one look at the mirror, just to make sure that my eyeliner and lipstick was nicely done. Perfect. I smacked my lips to bring out more of the lush on it, and after feeling satisfied with it, I brought out my mascara, gently brushing my eye lashes as if I was performing some ritual. My phone started ringing. “ Hello, Miss Sammy”, Peter said on the other side of the phone. “ Peter?” “ Yes”, he answered. “ How many times do I have to remind you that my name now is Miss Victoria”, I said, folding my arm. “ Sorry, Miss Sam….. Miss Victoria”, he said and I rolled my eyes, feeling slightly amused, “ I just wanted to know when your flight will be landing”. I grabbed my tablet and scrolled into the airline app. “ It's going to land by 9:00 pm, American time”. “ Okay. I'll pick you up at the airport”. “ Have you made the hotel reservations?” “ Yes, I did so yesterday”. “ And, hope you did that under my new name?” “ Y

Peter's POV The past three years had been hectic. Even more hectic than my medical school years. I had taken a sabbatical leave from work for six months, just so that I could stay with Angel in South Korea as she healed from her scars, and even after those six months, I was occasionally visiting and checking up on her. She was indeed a strong one. Many complications came up during each of her procedure, and for months she had to endure series of pain and cuts through her skin. Any ordinary person would've given up. Any ordinary person would've said “ to hell with being beautiful again”, but she didn't. Even though it was hard and painful, she endured, and I could see it in her eyes that she was enduring for a reason, and that reason had become her mission, her main purpose of staying alive. After I dropped her off at the hotel, I rushed back to the hospital. I had just finished a Brazilian Butt Lift for one of my patients before I dashed out to go get Angel from the ai

“ Look, another headline”, Peter said, coming forward to show me the screen of his phone. “ BURIED IN CAKE; REST IN PEACE, PRINCESS SAMSONG”, the headline read, with a picture of Anne and Dominic covered in cake. “ The news is all over the internet. Take a look at another one”, he clicked on another website. “ BILLIONAIRE WEDDING ENDS IN RUINS”, the headline read. He clicked on another one, “ HUNDRED MILLION DOLLAR CAKE SENDS BUYER TO AN EARLY GRAVE”, he clicked on another one again, “ HUNDRED MILLION DOLLARS WASTED IN SECONDS”. “ And have you seen the comment section?” Peter asked, his face glistening, “ people are practically roasting them for spending such amount of money on just a cake. Like, they've totally fallen out with the public”. I gave him a little smile to show that I was at least listening to what he was saying. He was evidently having fun with everything that was happening. It was also fun for me, but not that much fun, not when I still had so much to do.