All Chapters of Ruin me, Mr Billonaire : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Lavanda povEvery single person in the room turned to stare at Ainsworth , stunned by his appearance—including me. My jaw nearly dropped as I watched him command the room. How on earth did he appear out of nowhere?! Claire might have let him in. "I have fully signed the proposal," Ainsworth announced, his gaze sweeping over the shocked executives before locking onto mine. "Now... are you going to let my wife keep her rightful position, or do we have a problem?"I stared at the signed document in his hands, my mind spinning in utter confusion. How did he get his hands on those papers?! I distinctly remember dropping them off in my home study while I was eating breakfast!"We can't just reverse the vote!" one of the board directors barked, recovering from his shock. "She is no longer the CEO! We have officially voted her out!"Ainsworth stepped further into the room, leaning his hands casually on the edge of the long mahogany table. "Lavanda is the absolute best person for this job. Te

Lavanda I grip my head tightly, forcing my eyes open. I feel like there's a whole world inside my head, and it's crumbling. I blink my eyes rapidly to take note of my surroundings, the sharp smell of antiseptic hitting my nostrils. I look down at my hands. What the hell am I doing on a hospital bed? Ainsworth and the board meeting I remember—but not my trip here. A sharp, deafening ringing echoes in my ears. I close my eyes, breathing hard against the steady beep of the hospital monitor. Ainsworth was telling me that Lisa was sick right when I blacked out. The bright light from the clinic blinds my eyes, and I shield them with my hands. That's when I notice the drip and IV hooked all around my arm. *I am not the sick one... it was my daughter.* "How come?" I groan as my head throbs violently. I rip the IV directly from my arm. Blood spills onto the white sheets. I need to find Lisa and know how she's doing. I pull back the sheets, jumping down from the bed just as a wave of

Ainsworth POVThroughout the night, I was with Lisa, holding her little fingers as tears dropped down my eyes.She's still not recovering, having been unconscious for a full day.The doctors say that her survival is going to be a miracle, especially with her underlying heart problems.I sniffed back my tears, kissing her softly on the forehead."Lisa, daddy is worried about you—and mummy, too. Please, princess, don't break daddy's heart any further." I pressed a hand tightly to my chest. "Please stop scaring us and wake up."Nothing. Not even a single flicker from her fingers or her eyes. It's my fault. If I had just ignored Lavanda’s excuse and entered her room earlier, then this wouldn't be happening.I couldn't sleep a wink; my thoughts were entirely consumed by both of them. The steady, rhythmic beeping of her monitor was my only companion.Early the next morning, I instructed the nurse to lie to Lavanda about her daughter's situation.Now, I watch Lavanda eating, fully aware of t

Ainsworth POV "Then how will she get it?" I ran my fingers through my hair. "I don't know what to do, doc." The doctor fixed his glasses. "We have to find a donor within an hour, else she dies." I removed my hand immediately. "Nothing should happen to her." "I promise nothing will, but it's either her mom wakes up or you find a blood match." He left. I ran outside the hospital like a madman whose house is on fire—because it was. How the hell do I find a blood match within an hour? What do I do? Damn, I didn't even ask what her blood type was. Blood bank. Her blood match will certainly be there... but maybe the doctor asked there already. Let me just try. I picked up my phone to call the blood bank when I saw Desmond. His son, Will, was still at the hospital—and he's Lisa's dad. His blood will be a match; I just have to buy it. I jogged to meet him. He was holding a nylon bag, and I could see items sticking through it: brushes, combs, and medicines for Will. He

Lavanda He’s not talking to me, but those eyes tell me stories his lips wouldn’t say. I know something is wrong.Ainsworth loves staying with Lisa.“I… erhhmmmmmmmm…”His stammering stops as he stares down at his fingers.A doctor bursts through the door with a file in his hands. “Ainsworth, the operation was successful.”“Which operation?” I ask, surprised.“Lisa, your daughter—she’s currently in her room, looking for the both of you.”I stare at Ainsworth. He stares back at me, an apology in his eyes.What the hell happened to my daughter?He helps me up from the bed.Lisa’s Hospital RoomLisa is wide awake, with little tubes around her nose for breathing. She’s just back from surgery, and her little body is still weak. We had to wear surgical clothes so as not to contaminate her.If someone had told me that one day I would be too weak to even help my daughter, I would have said, never.What if he wasn’t in the picture? How would I have managed?“Mom,” she squeaks from under the bl