I woke up in the ICU four hours later, a ventilator preventing me from speaking. My body didn't ache as much as before, but I could hardly feel anything, perhaps due to the influence of medication.
I could see Lana standing in front of the wide window of the ICU room. She was talking to a doctor, one hand covering her mouth, and tears still streaming down her face. Various machines surrounded my bed, their synchronized sounds making me feel like an alien. I attempted to move my fingers slowly to remove the breathing aid, but my entire body still felt stiff. It took a few minutes until I could finally open it. The doctor talking to Lana noticed what I was doing, paused, and entered the ICU room, followed by a nurse and Lana behind. "Miss Heather?" He stood beside me, examining both of my eyes with a small flashlight. "Are you still in pain? I'll increase the dosage if you are." I shook my head. Lana stood in a corner, trying to wipe away her tears with a tissue. "I don't feel pain. What—what is this?" I asked with a hoarse voice, pointing at several machine tubes connected to my body. The nurse next to me was changing my IV bag. The doctor seemed hesitant for a moment before answering, "You'll need to stay in the ICU for the next three days. Your liver is damaged quite severely, so for now, you'll have to use a device to assist your liver." "Damaged? What does that mean?" "Miss Morrel informed me that the assailant kicked your stomach several times very forcefully, causing severe damage to your liver, almost to the point of splitting." I stared at him blankly for a few seconds. "Split?" My throat felt even drier with every word I spoke. "Almost. However, we still have to wait for the next three days. If the situation worsens, you'll need surgery." He smiled with a reassuring expression before speaking again, "I'll check on you again in 3 hours. If you need anything, just press that button." He pointed to the blue button next to my bed before leaving. I nodded, his previous words still echoing in my mind. Oh, damn. I can't remember how much is left in my savings this month. Being in the ICU and potential surgery sound terrifying, and... expensive. Lana walked over to my bedside, her face slightly tense as she tried to smile. "Are you feeling better?" "Yeah, are you okay? You don't look any better than me, Lana." She wiped the corner of her previously injured lip and winced. "Just a little torn. The doctor told me about—about—" "He told me too. I guess I have to have surgery in 3 days." I mumbled, trying to roll my eyes, even though it felt a bit painful. I didn't want to worry Lana further. "What about... that guy?" "He's still in surgery. I think he has a brain concussion." "Whoa, good punch, Lana," I replied, smiling. She chuckled before tearing up again, "Ella, I shouldn't have left you alone." "If you didn't leave me, we might still be tied up there. It's not your fault, okay?" She nodded slightly. "Are you going back to the apartment tonight?" "No... the place is probably still swarming with police right now. You know how many police came? 24 people. And 3 ambulances." She laughed a little. "They even had to queue to get into our apartment." "How—How is that possible?" "Seems like some people from our building collectively called the police after hearing screams." Lana looked better after laughing. "My dad picked me up an hour ago; I might stay in a hotel tonight." "Oh... good. Send my regards to him." I pretended to yawn so Lana could leave sooner and rest. "I'll check on you again early tomorrow morning. Unfortunately, they didn't allow me to stay overnight." She replied, pulling a small frown. I felt touched that Lana considered staying with me tonight. "Of course, this is the ICU, Lana. Maybe after I'm moved to a regular room, they'll allow it." She smiled again, then kissed my forehead. "Until tomorrow morning, Ella." "Okay, bye." I returned her smile until she disappeared behind the door. From the ICU window, I could see Lana hugging her father before they left. Even though their relationship wasn't perfect, at least Lana still had someone to hug in moments like this. I took a deep breath to swallow the disappointment that choked my throat. For the first time in years, I felt incredibly, incredibly lonely. Due to the influence of medication, I fell asleep again a few times before waking up, then sleeping again. Vaguely, I heard people talking from a distance, then silence again. I tried to open my heavy eyelids but surrendered when drowsiness took over. A while later, the sound of someone speaking angrily woke me up, this time I forced my eyes open. The voice seemed to get closer as the doorknob of my room turned and opened. "Sir, you can't just enter like this, and it's not visiting hours!" I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw Nicholas Shaw standing in the doorway looking a bit breathless. One of his hands still held the doorknob, and his face was pale, staring at me. Slowly, he let go of the doorknob and closed the door behind him, muffling the nurse scolding him. He walked slowly towards me, stopping at my bedside. A few strands of his disheveled hair fell over his eyes as he leaned down to look at me. I wasn't aware of when my heart started pounding harder, but the beeping of my heart rate monitor next to me sped up too. I observed his face; he seemed tense, panicky, and... worried. Very worried, as I could see in his two aging blue eyes now fixed on me. "Hey," I greeted with a hoarse voice. I swallowed before speaking again, "What are you doing here?" He didn't answer me, his eyes roaming over my entire covered body before glancing at the machines next to my bed and then back at my face. He approached again, almost sticking to the edge of my bed. His hand lifted to touch my face, but what he did almost made me shift my gaze away from his expression. I had never seen anyone look at me the way Nicholas Shaw was looking at me right now. His thumb touched the wound on my face so gently that I could hardly feel it. "I'm okay," I mumbled. He withdrew his hand from me before answering, "Because I wasn't there when you needed me." Suddenly, I felt like crying for no clear reason. I bit my lip, trying to smile at him. "It's not your fault, Mr. Shaw. It has nothing to do with you at all." "Everything related to you is related to me too." He held my hand with one of his hands, squeezing it gently. "I almost lost..." He didn't finish his sentence; he didn't need to. What I saw in his two eyes right now was enough to tell me. And I felt... I felt safe. All the loneliness I had felt earlier evaporated just like that. Because I knew I wasn't alone anymore I'm not alone anymore. Those words felt foreign to me. I had grown accustomed to being alone in the orphanage or in foster care... until I met Lana. But watching her father arrive after hearing about this incident, for a brief moment, I felt a twinge of envy. I had never had someone do that for me—come only for me, just to make sure I was okay. Yet, Nicholas Shaw had traveled 2000 miles... just for me. "You should rest," he murmured with a half-whisper after we remained silent for a while. His thumb continued to caress my hand gently. "You too," I replied without shifting my gaze away from him. "You look a mess, Mr. Shaw." "Nicholas." "What?" I looked at him a bit puzzled. "Call me Nicholas." My room's door opened before I could respond to his request, and the doctor who attended to me returned with two nurses. One of them was the same nurse who scolded Mr. Shaw earlier. "I'd like to see the results of Miss Heather's examination." Mr. Shaw let go of my hand slowly and directed his attention to the doctor. "Sir, you can't enter without permission! Please leave and come back tomorrow—" "I want to see it. Now." Mr. Shaw repeated, this time with an authoritative tone. The doctor stared at Mr. Shaw with a frown, while the nurse next to him was almost glaring with anger. I would have chuckled if my stomach didn't hurt so much. Both nurses left my room after a brief discussion with the doctor. They shot Mr. Shaw annoyed glances before exiting. "I want to talk to you outside so that Miss Heather can rest." The doctor urged Mr. Shaw out of my room, the two nurses who accompanied him earlier returned and engaged me in small talk. They injected something into my IV bottle and left again after checking on me. My eyelids gradually felt heavy; I could see the doctor still talking to Mr. Shaw from the ICU room window. But I couldn't see Mr. Shaw; I guessed he was standing behind the door right now. Why were they talking for so long? My eyelids became even heavier, and eventually, I gave in and fell asleep."Be quiet, bastard."I open my eyes in the midst of darkness. The head of a masked man is just inches from my face, whispering those words again, "Be quiet, bastard." I want to scream, but my voice is stuck in my throat. One of his hands explores my leg, a few inches above my knee, making my stomach churn."Stop..." My tears flow along with my sobs. "Please, stop." His cold hand moves slowly upward; I shut my eyes and push his body, which is pinning me down, with all my strength.Suddenly, he encircles both my wrists with his other hand, restraining me from squirming. "Eleanor, open your eyes." I squirm again, this time more forcefully. His hand tightens around my wrists, and I can almost smell the alcohol on his breath as he pants...***"Eleanor!"I stare into a pair of deep blue eyes as my eyes open, and he's very close to me. But I still can't move my hands. "Mr—Mr. Shaw?" My voice trembles, just like my entire body right now. He looks a bit angry as he gazes at me, then I realize
"Ella, what's wrong?""Huh?" I turned towards Lana. "What?"She looked at me with her large, bright blue eyes. "Are you thinking about that guy? He deserves you."I nodded slightly, "Yeah... you're right." But that's not what I'm thinking about right now. I'm thinking about Mr. Shaw and what we just talked about. What if he's the one who killed him?"I've contacted your office, Christine, and the others seem to be visiting you this afternoon.""Thanks, Lana." I smiled at her, trying to divert my thoughts. "I just want to go home as soon as possible.""Me too. I miss chatting with you late at night."I smiled at her again, "Me too. Is your dad still in San Francisco?""He came back at 7 this morning." She replied quickly; Lana wasn't keen on talking about her father or her family much. "Ella? If... if you need a liver donor, you can use mine.""Lana... you don't have to do that." I answered, touched by her offer. But I won't accept her offer. "There are still many other donors, if I re
Nicholas Shaw's POVGreg is fifteen minutes late again. Not the first time, as far as I can remember, Greg has always been late. I exhale in frustration, shifting my gaze from the wristwatch to one of the doors of the Four Seasons hotel restaurant. We have lunch appointments every few weeks. Initially, Alice used to join us until recently when she rarely showed up, probably due to her new job.Impatiently, my fingers tap on the table covered with ivory-white linen. I'd prefer spending this afternoon at the office rather than waiting for Greg here, but lunch was his idea. A crystal vase filled with a few stems of red roses sits in the center of the table. My eyes fixate on the deep red petals, almost like the color of blood.Warm and thick blood.I swallow my saliva to moisten my dry throat. When was the last time I had a drink?Ah, five days ago.I've managed to hold off for five days. Volders usually last only two days. My longest record is one week. After that, my instincts kick in
"What are you looking at?" Lana's question made me turn towards her. She followed my gaze towards the restaurant's door."Nothing." I smiled at her.I knew there was a possibility of encountering him in Manhattan. However, seeing him like this, even from a distance, made my heart race.The last time I saw him was three months ago in San Francisco. I was surprised since I didn't expect him to return after our last meeting a year ago in the hospital. Then I remembered Nicholas Shaw also had connections in that city.At that moment, I forced myself not to look at him due to my shock. We only passed each other for a few seconds, but I could feel his intense gaze on me, while I could only see his back when he turned.Now, seeing him again in this place, even from a distance, made my throat tighten. Nicholas Shaw still looked as handsome as I remembered. He wore a pinstriped blue suit and a white shirt. This time, I couldn't divert my gaze from him, even when his old blue eyes finally caugh
I glanced at the digital clock on the taxi's dashboard several times. It was already 8 p.m. Fortunately, one of my friends didn't mind lending me money for the taxi. My heart started pounding faster, accompanied by nervousness in my stomach. For a moment, I considered canceling my plan.No, I have to do this. Regardless, I can't let Gregory kidnap Lana.The taxi stopped in front of an office building in downtown Manhattan. Even the towering structure looked intimidating. I took a deep breath before walking into the lobby.I knew it was past working hours, but considering Nicholas Shaw's habit of working late, I figured I could find him here. Besides, I didn't know his home address.There was only one security guard near the reception desk. He looked up from his newspaper, surprised. Perhaps he wasn't used to seeing a woman dressed like me at this hour. I approached him, smiling nervously, "Um."He put down his newspaper and nodded slightly, "Can I help you, Miss?""I need— I have to m
I changed my dress with one of his T-shirts that was too big for me, the hem of the T-shirt dangling five inches above my knees. The scent of detergent and a hint of his cologne still lingered on the shirt I wore. I left the candle next to the bed still burning; after the attack incident, I never slept with the lights off again for the past year. The large and comfortable bed quickly induced my tiredness after a long day, and five minutes later I was already drifting off.***I heard his heavy breaths in the darkness. "Shut up, you bastard."His head covered with a mask hovered a few inches in front of my face, whispering those words again, "Shut up."I wanted to scream, but my voice was choked in my throat. One of his hands reached for my covered abdomen. "S-stop..." My tears flowed along with my sobs. "Please, stop."His cold and rough hand moved slowly upwards; I closed my eyes and pushed his body off me with all my strength. Suddenly, he wrapped both his wrists around mine, grippi
"Go?" I repeated in disbelief. He's asking me to leave?"Or stay with me. Whatever your choice, you can't do it halfway. If you decide to leave, I'll make sure we never meet again. But if you choose to stay..." his voice deepened, "There's no turning back for you. You belong to me."My heart pounded harder upon hearing his last words. He sounded dead serious as he said it. "What will happen if I stay?" I asked."You belong to me," he repeated, his tone slightly cold. "I will hunt down that woman, and I won't stop until I've killed her.""Kill her?""I will eliminate anything that threatens what belongs to me, Eleanor," he replied seriously. "And if you belong to me, I will never let you go, even if you beg me to." He said before walking towards the door, "I'll give you a week."His words echoed in my head even after he left the room. I understood the reason behind his cold attitude towards me. He didn't want to influence my decision, or more accurately... He didn't want me to regret i
San Francisco has never looked as gloomy as it does now. Or more accurately, my mood has never been this gloomy before. For the umpteenth time, I sighed while staring out the window of my office. Being an assistant manager afforded me some perks, one of which was having my own office, albeit very small, but still better than sharing cramped cubicles with other employees.Today marks exactly one week since I met Nicholas. Today, I should give him my answer. I couldn't close my eyes at all last night, and this morning, Mr. LeBlanc's tasks diverted almost all of my thoughts away from Nicholas. At the very least, I should call him tonight to tell him my answer. But until this moment, I still don't know what to say to him.I can't ask Lana for advice. It seems Lana is suffering just as much as I am. Ever since we returned from Manhattan, Lana always changes the subject whenever I mention Gregory Shaw. So far, Gregory hasn't shown his face again. I don't know whether to feel relieved becaus
Everything happened so quickly.The sound of the bell woke me up from sleep, and I felt the bed move as Nick got up. I didn't know what time it was, so I closed my eyes again, but the next silence made me open them and look at the digital clock next to the bed, which showed 2 a.m.The next moment, the sound of something breaking outside followed by Nick's angry shout. My heart felt like it leaped in my chest when the sound of shattered glass was heard again; in the darkness, I got off the bed and put on my sleeping coat."I will kill you if you touch her!" Nick's threat made me slow down my steps, my heart pounding hard as I opened the bedroom door. Nick stood with his back to me, his body tense, wearing only his pajama pants. But a strong killing aura emanated from his body, making the fine hairs on my body stand on end. He clenched his fists tightly, and my breath caught as I saw the shards of glass and fresh blood flowing from the palm of his hand."Mr. Shaw, we will only ask once.
"Having offspring is very difficult for Volders, sometimes one has to try several times with different partners. Usually, a Volder's goal in taking a Leech is to have offspring." Alice paused for a moment. "And that is why Nicholas is very eager to kill Alastair."But... "Alastair changed me not because he wanted to have offspring.""I know. But Nicholas sees it differently, and he will always see Alastair as a threat." Alice smiled wryly at the expression on my face. "And not only that, Eleanor, a Leech is the property of the Volder who changed them. They are bound until one of them dies. In short, Alastair's blood and power are more dominant in you than Nicholas's, no matter what.""What will happen if Nick kills Alastair?""If he kills Alastair? His clan will retaliate, of course. Alastair's clan is one of the oldest clans. I don't want to alarm you, but no matter how strong Nicholas is, he won't have a chance to... avoid it. There's one more thing Nicholas needs to consider before
Two hundred years ago, nothing was more important in my life than power. Two hundred years later, the only thing that matters most in my life is a woman. If I could go back in time and tell my younger self about Eleanor, my younger self would probably just snort and forget about it.But now...I slip my right hand into my pants pocket, my fingers touching the soft velvet surface of a small box. It took me a long time to choose it, to the point where I had to be late coming home. But it was all worth it for the ring in my pocket right now. It's a ruby stone that I finally chose for Eleanor. Even since the first time I saw it, I knew this ring would be perfect for her.I didn't plan any of this at all; marriage is not the most important thing right now. No, as long as I haven't gotten rid of Alastair, Eleanor is not entirely mine.But lately, Eleanor seems to be drifting further away from me, no matter how close she is next to me, I can feel her mind is far from me. I want to bind her t
My eyes opened wide."Lana?" I murmured, looking at her standing in front of Nick, her hands clenched tightly. Greg stood not far from her. "What are you doing to Ella?" She sounded somewhat hysterical as she asked Nick, who seemed too surprised to answer."I'm taking her home," he said, walking past the frozen Nick. Lana's blue eyes looked very angry... and they were focused on me. But just a few steps later, Nick quickly turned around and grabbed Lana's hand to stop her. The next moment, Greg grabbed Nick's arm. "Let go of her," Greg's voice made the fine hairs on my back stand up."You can't take her back," Nick completely ignored Greg's warning, his gaze fixed on Lana.The three of them looked ridiculous in their tug-of-war. Although I knew the atmosphere in the room had become tense, I couldn't help but stifle a small laugh. My mood had drastically changed upon seeing the three of them. I guess this is one of the effects of pregnancy."Of course, I can," Lana retorted sharply bef
When Nick said "home," I thought he would take me to his home where he lived with Greg. But his car turned towards a building I knew very well. I didn't ask until we stopped in the basement parking. Perhaps Nick planned to bring some of his work home; I could imagine how long it had been since he worked. "I'll wait here." I said as he opened my door."You'll be waiting here overnight, Eleanor." Nick lifted the corner of his mouth. He looked messy yet handsome at the same time. His jawline with stubble and messy hair contrasted with his usually neat appearance, although his eyes still looked as serious as ever.I wanted to kiss him."Eleanor?" He raised both his eyebrows, waiting for me to get out. As I stepped out, I wondered how many women like me had fallen for his charm. No, I don't think Nick ever intentionally flirted with women. Greg was more likely; the two brothers were like polar opposites. Nick led me to a smaller basement lift and took out a black card. I only then realized
My gaze was fixed on the sink in the pantry. Dark red thick liquid clung to some of its white ceramic tiles, then my eyes shifted to the bottle in my hand. This was the third time I tried to drink the blood Greg brought, and the third time I vomited it back up. Was this blood expired?I placed the bottle on the counter and turned on the sink faucet to wash away all the blood that stuck to the tiles. I rubbed my stomach while reaching for the phone Greg had given me earlier, then sent a short message about the blood supply he provided before returning to bed. I knew the early stages of pregnancy were very risky, at least for humans, so I had to request a fresh blood supply as soon as possible, even though I wasn't feeling very hungry yet. Alastair's blood was still enough for a few hours, or more. I closed my eyes as sleepiness crept in. Where was Nick now? Was he looking for me? That was my last thought before sleep overtook me.***One advantage of my transformation was that all my s
(Nicolas POV)My hands gripped the steering wheel of my car tightly, my knuckles turning white. Frustration mixed with anger, causing my eye colors to shift intermittently; this time, I couldn't control my emotions.Eleanor is still here. My instincts tell me that. Erik and Greg are searching on the other side of Manhattan; I haven't met them since Eleanor disappeared this morning. Twice. Twice in 24 hours she has disappeared, and this time, Alastair has truly kidnapped her. I don't know how none of the three of us noticed the intruder's presence. I won't stop until Eleanor returns to me, and I'll make sure this is the last time Alastair touches her.He will pay. I won't stop until Alastair pays twice... no, three times over for this.My cellphone, lying on the passenger seat, vibrated. I glanced briefly at the unknown number flashing on the screen and ignored it. I pressed harder on the accelerator, speeding through the deserted streets, which had been empty since morning until now.
I thought I would see Nick's angry blue eyes behind the door, but when a pair of dark blue eyes, filled with panic, met mine, I froze in place. "Greg?" I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and blinked as I watched him walk towards me.He pulled me behind him until I was behind his back, protected from Alastair. "Are you okay?" He just glanced back slightly, then his gaze returned to the man sitting across from me. I didn't know which was more dominant right now, my relief or my surprise.And it seemed I wasn't the only one surprised.Alastair looked quite surprised, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at Greg. "Wait a minute..." he murmured to himself, "Did I invite the wrong brother?""I received your message." Greg replied shortly, "Nick doesn't know yet, he's still looking for you. You should leave this place as soon as possible, or I'll be the one to kill you." Greg's voice sounded calm, but each sentence contained enough threat.Alastair just sighed and stood up, "I'll fin
My heavy eyes felt difficult to open. I felt like I had just slept for a very long time, my body felt sore."No, that's enough," a man's voice sounded from beside me.Wait a minute, I recognize this voice. Where have I heard it before?"Thank you, Clea." The voice spoke again. I forced my mind to focus and remember. Where have I— I struggled to open my eyes. A dimly lit room greeted my eyes. Alastair. It was Alastair's voice."Eleanor? Are you awake?" He spoke again from beside me, but my vision was still slightly blurry."Nick..." I murmured, my voice unclear."Unfortunately, he's not here right now."I blinked my eyes a few times, even though it made my head hurt. A light blue room greeted me when my vision cleared, I was in a hotel room. It's the same hotel as when I first came to Manhattan a year and a half ago, before I met Nick. Alastair sat next to my bed, looking at me with a hint of concern. "Are you feeling better?" he asked."How—""I kidnapped you," he replied without wait