All Chapters of The Comatose Heir, Caretaker : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

CHAPTER TWO : Mira turned her head slowly to face me, her eyes meeting mine with a satisfaction that made my blood run cold, and Leo pulled out of her body in a slow, deliberate motion that made her moan with obvious pleasure. The sound echoed in my ears like a gunshot. I felt like I had been stabbed in the chest, the pain so sharp and so real that I staggered backward and gripped the doorframe to keep myself from falling. My entire body was shaking, my legs threatening to give out, and I could not breathe, could not think, could not do anything but stare at the two people who had just destroyed my world.Leo did not look at me. He pulled his pants up with a casualness that was more insulting than anything he could have said, then reached out to stroke Mira's hair like she was something precious. His fingers trailed down her back with a tenderness he had not shown me in months, and she leaned into his touch like a cat basking in the sun. There was no remorse on his face. No guilt. No

CHAPTER FOUR : the heir's caretaker The next candidate stepped forward, and I felt my breath catch in my throat because she was absolutely stunning, with wide hips that seemed made for bearing children. Her name was Anya. She carried herself with the confidence of someone who had never known what it felt like to be unwanted, and she smiled at Mrs. Volkov like she had already won, like this selection was just a formality and she was the obvious choice. She spoke about her family's wealth and her own accomplishments, and I watched the other candidates nod and whisper among themselves, acknowledging her as a serious contender. I stood there, waiting for my turn, and wondered if I had been forgotten. The candidates kept coming forward, one after another, each more impressive than the last, and I started to feel a flicker of hope that maybe they had overlooked me, that maybe I could slip away unnoticed. I shuffled my feet and glanced toward the exit, calculating the distance, wondering i

CHAPTER SIX : Camera I stood beside Ethan's bed, my eyes fixed on his body, and I could not stop the questions swirling through my mind like leaves caught in a storm. He was rumored to be bedridden, a man who had been lying in this bed for months without moving or speaking, without any sign of life beyond the steady rise and fall of his chest. So why did he look so fit? Why did his body look like it belonged to a man who trained every day, who took care of himself in ways a comatose patient should not be able to?I leaned closer, studying the definition in his arms, the way his muscles seemed to ripple beneath his skin even in stillness. Could it be his diet? I wondered. Could the family be feeding him something that kept his body like this? Or was it the medication, doing something no one had told me about?I shook my head, trying to clear the confusion. It did not matter why he looked the way he did. He was not moving. He was not waking up. He was just lying there, and I had a job

CHAPTER eight Morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. I stood beside Ethan's bed again, the basin of warm water and the soft cloth in my hands. I had been here for several days now, and each day blended into the next: feeding, cleaning, watching, caring for a man who could not care for himself, pretending everything was normal when nothing about this place felt normal at all.I dipped the cloth into the warm water and wrung it out, then began wiping down his chest, my eyes fixed on the steady rise and fall of his breathing. My mind wandered to the voices I had heard yesterday. The man in the expensive suit, the file under his arm, the way he had walked past me without a second glance. The cameras. The one that remained active while the others were supposedly removed. Ethan's body, too fit, too healthy for a man who had been in a coma for months.And the truth I was beginning to suspect, the one I was too afraid to say out loud.