Adriano’s POV I could hear the laughter all the way up in my room and it pleased me that she was getting along with Alice. From the way Alice was willing to bake her a cake for her at the last minute, I could tell that she had taken a liking to her even though they only met briefly this morning. I opted for comfortable gray sweatpants and a white shirt, then I waited a while before I decided to make my way to the kitchen. And I was glad I did because I witnessed Melanie’s reaction to the cake, she also looked kind of torn, like she was trying to reconcile the person she thought me to be with the gesture. Even I wondered what pushed me to do something like that for her. She was still staring at the cake which Alice had already lit a candle on so I chose that moment to announce my presence. “Aren’t you going to make a wish?” I asked and I watch her freeze in shock at the sound of
Melanie’s POV I stared at Adriano's retreating form while trying to make sense of what had just happened. Was this really happening? I let out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding. At least he wasn’t going to hurt me for trying to escape but I knew he wasn’t joking when he said that next time, he wouldn’t be as forgiving. That means, when I finally get the chance to escape, I can’t fail or only God knew what he was going to do with me. I put my dessert plate to the sink and even though Alice told me not to, I washed and dried the dishes, needing something to make me feel useful. Walking back to my room, I couldn’t help but smile at the thought that I had a birthday cake. Ever since I came to New York for nursing school, I hadn't celebrated my birthday at home and I didn't have any friends who I was close enough to for them to get me a
Melanie’s POV I got out of the house to find the driver who I've come to know as Ralph waiting for me in front of the car. "Good morning, Miss Jones," he greeted. “Good morning, Ralph,” I responded, walking towards him and I paused in front of the opened back seat. “Is something wrong?” Ralph asked, sensing my hesitation. “This is too much,” I whispered loud enough for him to hear me. “What is too much?” “This car! It’s too ostentatious,” I replied. “Isn’t there another vehicle you could possibly drive me in? Something less flashy.” He looked a bit taken aback by my outburst but he was quick to recover and I could swear he seemed amused. The boss instructed me to drive you in this car," he replied. “I’m an intern, Ralph. A freaking intern! How do you think my co-workers would react when they find out I’m being chau
Melanie’s POV “Whoa there! You look like you’re about to commit murder,” Hayley commented when she saw me approaching the nurses’ station. “Sorry, it’s just Lydia,” I said and Hayley frowned at the mention of her name. “She’s really such a pain in the ass, huh?” “You have no idea,” I murmured. “Ignore her, she just derives pleasure in being a bitch,” Hayley said. I wished I could, but fate was so freaking cruel sometimes. “I just need to concentrate on work,” I said. “Speaking of work, I don’t think my patient is going to make it,” Hayley said. I knew the patient she was referring to but I still said, “The trauma patient who’s in a coma?” She nodded. She was a woman in her early thirties who was brought in as a result of a car accident. What’s worse was that the driver, who had a heart attack while b
Melanie’s POV I’ve never been the most sociable person. I was somewhat of a shy person. Case in point, I had one close friend throughout high school. Her name was Hannah. We did almost everything together and I even considered her my best friend. But she got into UCLA and although we made a promise to keep in touch, Hannah suddenly stopped picking my calls and responding to my texts. I wasn’t so dumb that I couldn’t read the message she was trying to pass along. She had moved on and probably made cooler friends in Los Angeles so she no longer had need for me. Since then, I’ve been very careful not to get too close to people. We might be friendly but I always maintained healthy boundaries in order to avoid sending mixed signals. Sure, it wasn't the best way to live and I sometimes felt lonely but it was better than subjecting myself to the possibility of another rejection. The few dates I
Melanie’s POV I just shot myself in the foot but I didn't care. It was obvious Nurse Betty just wanted to spew her venom at me and I was no longer having any of it. Without saying another word, I turned and left her stunned in the break room. The moment I opened the door, I saw other staff scampering away and trying so hard to look like they weren’t paying attention tto what had just gone down. “What did she want?” Hayley asked when I got back. “You should know by now,” I answered. She frowned. “That bitch, Lydia has spread her lies to our CNO,” she said. I nodded in response not having enough strength to banter with her. "I've heard stories of how Nurse Betty was unfair but I never paid much mind to it because I didn't work closely with her, now I believe it wholeheartedly." “It’s no big deal,” I said and her eyes bulged ou
Adriano’s POV “How’s our new physician doing?” Nik asked. I swear sometimes he forgets I’m his boss and not just his friend. “She’s fine,” I answered blankly. “Now why did you barge into my office?” “I just came to see my friend,” was Nik’s jovial response but I knew that wasn’t all there was to it. “This is working hours so tell me exactly why you’re here,” I said. “It’s about, Marcus,” he said. “I found out he wasn’t working alone after all.” I nodded. We had already suspected that so it was no longer news. “Is that all? You don’t have any more news of his associates?" "I haven't been able to identify who it is but word on the street is they're Russian," Nik answered. Adriano didn’t like the sound of that. A number of Russians have tried to take over their territory over the years but none have been successful.
Melanie’s POV I should have known that Alice wasn’t the type to hover. When she knocked on my door a few minutes prior, I told her I wanted to be left alone so the fact that she was knocking louder on my bedroom door after only a few minutes frustrated me. But imagine my shock when I found Adriano standing on the other side of my bedroom door. Well, technically all the rooms in the house belonged to him but who cares, he couldn’t live in all of them. He raised an amused brow at me. “Are you going to answer my question or keep staring at me?” he asked. I recovered from my shock and glared at him. “What do you want?” I asked. “I want to know what the hell happened to make you want to starve yourself in my house,” he answered. I scoffed. How dare he? “I’m afraid you don’t have any right to tell me when I can eat,” I said.