The Stolen Heiress: Claimed by her Father's Ruthless Enemy. novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40: What happened in the hood.

The constant beeping of the heart monitor woke me up from my peaceful slumber, and when I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the high ceiling and crystal chandeliers hanging above my head. The room was bright and smelled of antiseptic, and the white curtains... They looked familiar. This place looked familiar. Then, it clicked and my eyes widened.

It was the same place I woke up from after falling into the river about two months ago. How did I end up here?

I tried to move my body, but couldn’t. There was pain everywhere. My head throbbed, my chest felt heavy and my limbs felt weak.

Touching my head, I noticed the rough texture of bandage wrapped around my skull, and under my hospital gown, I could feel two defibrillator pads attached to my chest.

Suddenly, memories came rushing in. I remembered returning from visiting my mother, then our car was hit by a van.. What happened after that? And my mother...? My stomach twisted in panic as I thought of what might happen to her. Was she alright?

Despite the pain, I forced myself to sit up on the bed and swung my feet over the side of the bed. I didn’t know where I was going, but somehow I needed to be sure that nothing bad had happened to my mother.

Just as I was about to push myself up, a voice suddenly came into the room.

"Where do you think you are going?"

I froze, my head snapping towards the source of the voice.

And there was The Satan... Alexander.

He was standing by the wall-length window with his hands in his pocket. His face was calm and devoid of any emotions.

"What... are you doing here....?" I managed to ask with my cracked voice.

"Imagine asking a house owner what he’s doing in his own house," he casually said. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Wait... his house?

"Did... Did you save me?" I asked, staring at him with a frown.

He shrugged as if to say ’isn’t it obvious’.

"If not me, then who?"

For some reason, his response made my blood boil. Was he implying that he was the only one who could save me?

"I never asked you to save me. I would rather die if you were to be the last person in this world," I spat.

His expression remained unfazed, but knew my words hurt his ego, and I wanted to continue. "Besides, why did you save me? Isn’t this what you wanted? For me and my family to disappear? Why didn’t you just let me die?"

He removed his hands from his pocket and began to move slowly and deliberately towards me. As he drew closer, my anger melted away, replaced by fear. My body leaned back on its own, but I forced myself to sit tall, and told myself not to show him any sign that I was afraid of him.

Standing in front of me, he grabbed my jaw, firmly but not rough, then lifted my chin so that I could look straight into his midnight blue eyes.

"I saved you..." he began. "So that I could kill you with my own hands."

A shiver crept down my spine.

Then he continued, "If I let you die like that, you win. And I don’t let anyone win over me."

"So, do me a favour and heal completely. Because when I kill you, I want it to be satisfying. I don’t deal with scraps. I like my things full and with life."

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