~Lucy’s Pov~
I’ve always hated the sound of machines continuously beeping. But since then my mother got ill I’ve gotten quite used to it. I walked into the intensive care where she laid connected to tubes and machines that hummed steadily.
"Mom," I called out, my voice shaking. ”I’m here now. Please open your eyes. I should have been earlier, I'm sorry.” Tears began to fall freely down my face.
Just then, Dr. Holmes entered, followed by a nurse holding a writing board in her left hand. “Miss Lucy,” he called out, his tone low showing concern in it.
From that moment I knew he did not bring good news. I bowed my head looking at my mom because looking at him would make me feel worse.
“This is a very difficult thing to say but we have no choice but to discuss it. He continued.
I turned to him, my heart was racing. "What’s going on? I thought you said she was getting better?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, trying so hard to suppress my tears but it was not working.
"I’m afraid things have become much worse than we expected," he stated.
My stomach dropped. "Please doctor, I don't want to hear it. I don’t understand what you mean."
"Your mother’s… lung cancer," he said hesitatingly. "It’s metastasized. It’s advanced to stage IV."
My heart felt like it was squashed in. I was not ready to hear this now. Deep down I knew this was coming but no! I can’t let my mom go. I felt my world crumbling down.
Dr. Holmes continued, his voice quiet but firm. "She was doing okay, fairly speaking, for the past several months. The tumors had stopped from growing due to the chemotherapy, but her body had been fighting for too long. The cancer spread to other organs and her…..brain. Most recently, the tumor in her lungs caused a massive obstruction, resulting in a severe respiratory failure."
I felt an odd indifference soothing me, the weight of his words sinking deep into my bones. "So that’s what caused her to lose consciousness? The breathing issue?"
"Yes," he confirmed. "Her lung cancer has reached a point where it badly disrupted her ability to breathe on her own and freely. The body wasn’t getting enough oxygen which triggered a loss of consciousness. We have done everything we could to stabilize her, but at this stage, we are hoping and praying her body responds positively."
"Will she ever wake up?" I finally asked, my voice thin, a whisper I never imagined would come out of my mouth.
Dr. Holmes took a slow breath before responding. "The next few hours are crucial. It could go either way. She might regain consciousness for a short while, or... she might not. We are uncertain. But I need to honest with you Lucy. This may be the end.”
I looked at my mom, never would I have imagined a day would come like this. She has been sick for two years. She’d always been so strong, long before cancer came into our lives.
"I know this is hard, Lucy. But we need to think of what would be best for her. It might be time to consider comfort care—making sure she’s as comfortable as possible, without prolonging her suffering."
I nodded numbly. "Make her comfortable?" I repeated, trying to make sense of the words.
"You’ll need to make decisions about her ongoing care, and we’ll need to discuss the financial standing as well."
I froze. I never wanted to hear those words. I turned to look in his direction, my eyes became blurry as tears gathered. "I understand Doctor but… I am at the edge of the bridge right now. I—I can’t… I can’t lose her and worry about that right now, please."
"We have a policy here and we’ve been doing our best for your mom since she was admitted. Dr. Holmes expressed, his voice full of empathy. You’re already aware of your mother’s insurance situation, correct?"
“There are other options on the table but I understand your financial situation,” he added, and my stomach churned.
I nodded, my mind racing. “Yes, I am aware,” I replied. My mom's insurance does not cover some important medical issues, which has made these past years incredibly difficult for me. The medical bills had started piling up faster than I could handle.
“Doctor, I’ve been working my ass off to raise money for the surgery but the bills are too much for me alone.” I said faintly, holding my mom’s hand.
“Do you have the means to cover her continued treatments?” Dr. Holmes asked softly. "If not, we can discuss palliative care”
Dr. Holmes watched me, his expression empathetic but firm. " I know this is a lot to take in. I really wish I had better news. However, the hospital requires to be reimbursed for the care she’s receiving. I can help guide you through your options, but—"
"I’ll figure it out," I cut him off, my voice trembling. "I’ll figure something out. I just need to stay with her."
Dr. Holmes nodded, giving me a moment of silence. "I’ll give you some time. We have to be prepared if your mother’s case worsens."
As he turned to leave, my mind was spiraling.I tried to hold back the tears but my heart felt so heavy, like I was having a panic attack. But I held myself together.
I can't break down, not here. I have to be strong for my mom. I encouraged myself while wiping away the tears.
“Hang in there for me, Mom. I promise I’ll do everything in my power to raise money. I promise…” I whispered, kissing her palm.
Buried in deep thoughts, my phone vibrated. I checked it—it was Daya, my colleague at work. It was time for my shift and I was late already. I didn’t want to leave my mom’s side incase she woke up . But I had to go to work. I kissed her and left, tears welling up in my eyes, then rushed through the hospital corridor, phone pressed to my ear.
"Daya I'm almost there. Please help me cover up, I had an emergency.” I said quickly, not waiting for her to respond.
I suddenly bumped into a person without looking.
"Hey watch it!" he yelled. I flinched.
“I’m so sorry I didn't realize someone was coming” I immediately apologized, bending my head.
“There are sick people in this hospital you shouldn't be running like it's a playground” his tone was cold and dismissive, looking at me with disgust.
I was taken aback by his tone, and when I looked up and saw a tall man, his eyes were a deep shade of green with a sharp jawline and incredibly broad shoulders.
“I apologized already, you don't have to be rude “ I replied, looking straight into his eyes.
He looked very sophisticated in his well-ironed suit. It was obvious he was rich. Judging from his features, there was something familiar about him.
“Have we met before?” I asked with a puzzled expression.
His gaze was filled with uncertainty, his brows raised in silent questions waiting for me to explain.
My phone buzzed again. "I... I have to go," I stammered, turning away and leaving the hospital.
~Lucy’s Pov~I hurriedly ran through the pavement towards the bar, my footsteps echoing against the walls. It’s been a rough morning, and running late to work was bad for me. I recently got this job and messing it up would be depressing. As I pushed open the door to the bar, I spotted Daya."Lucy! I was getting worried. What happened this time?” Daya asked as she walked towards me.“What's going on? Where is Mr. Mark?” I asked while using my eyes to search the bar."He's been walking around, mumbling about discipline and employees who can’t be trusted to show up on time. It’s not pretty, Lucy." Daya added, her voice low so as not to draw attention from other employees.My stomach twisted, but I had more weight on my mind than I was already carrying.After scanning the area, I walked briskly towards the counter, where I saw Mr. Mark coming from his office."Good morning Mr Mark," I greeted him, trying to sound organized. “I apologize for being late. I had a situation I had to deal with
~Drey’s Pov~ I was taken aback by the words spoken by the strange bartender sitting across from me. I had never encountered anyone with such boldness. I was sitting alone on the plush velvet chair in the corner.She was dressed in a white shirt and short dark skirt with a neat ponytail hairstyle the way a bartender would dress. “You have such nerve to come in here and utter such rubbish.” I replied, giving her a dead look. My temper was gradually rising.“It might sound crazy, but I know if we come to an agreement we would benefit from it,” she replied, her voice sounding so soft yet intimidating. For a brief moment, I studied her with curiosity. I was assessing her, I knew it. And I was betting everything on the fact that she was only trying to seduce me. “I’m sorry I eavesdropped while you were on a call,” she continued. “I could feel your frustration through your tone. And a marriage can most definitely help you out right now. I’ve seen the news, it does not look nice at all.”
~Lucy’s Pov~ ~~~Next morning~~~My head spun as I woke up as a result of the continuous banging on my door. I was in a state of fright but I managed to stand up to check who was at the door. “We know you're in there!!” The banging continued. A man’s voice came from behind the door, making my stomach churn.“This is the right address so come open the damn door right now before we smash it down.” One of them said,I staggered backward as the door slammed open. My heart raced as two men walked into my apartment. The man in front had a scar running from his eyebrow down to his jaw, while the other, came with a briefcase, dressed in a black suit. One would think he was a lawyer."You’ve got five minutes to come up with what you owe, or you'd not be happy with the way things may turn out" The briefcase man commanded, his face laced with excitement as he scanned my tattered apartment. My breath caught in my throat. I knew exactly what they were talking about, but the money… I didn’t have
~Drey’s POV~~The previous day~“What do you mean Lillian?” I asked James, who became more inquisitive than I expected. “I only asked for a fucking lawyer James!! Why do you like butting into my personal life!?.” My temper rose to hear him mentioning that bitch’s name. I only see Lillian as a toy who I can call whenever I need some alone time. But for a wife? Hell fucking no!!“I’m sorry Boss… It’s just that I.. I don’t know who else you might have in mind to fit the role of a wife. I just thought……” James tried to explain himself. “Stop thinking and do what I asked you.” I roughly interrupted him. James stood up to leave my office, his face was laced with disappointment. I have never yelled at him like that in a very long time. So yeah I think I outdid it this time. “Erm… hold on. I’m .. I’m….. “ I let out a huge breath. “You know I don’t like hearing that bitches name. She’s not the one I have in mind okay? Never would she be!” I reluctantly said, rubbing my hands through m
~ Lucy’s pov~ I stood at the door struggling to get my keys from my bag. The tingling sound of the keys gave me a quick ease-up. As I turned the keys to get into my apartment, someone called out my name. “Lucy Thank God I found you today, I’ve been waiting for your arrival.” An older woman muttered as she approached me. “Good day….I mean….Good evening ma’am. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting all these while.” I stuttered to reply to her. “ But ma’am I just got back from work now and I’m really tired. Maybe another time, please. “ I replied to her. “No No Lucy you know why I’m here. In case you didn't hear what I said, let me requote.. eh…ehm!” She cleared her throat to continue. “I heard you for the first time ma’am and I know why you’re here. But I’m sorry ma’am I have to go in now.“ I opened my door immediately and slammed the door behind me, the sound echoing through my apartment. I leaned against the door for a moment, exhaling sharply. “Urgh I’m so sick of this woman, ca
~Maya’s Pov~I pushed the door to my office open, and the smell of processed papers and coffee filled the room. It's always a chaotic day at the firm but I always get excited to open new cases.“Good day everyone,” I greeted my colleagues with a soft voice. Few of them responded but I did not care. “Morning Miss Sinclair!” Jason calls out from his desk with a smile on his face. His desk was filled with case files and sticky notes, he always strives in chaos. “I’ve always told you to stop calling me that, just Maya is fine,” I replied with a little smile, heading over to my desk. “I see you have a lot on your desk today, as always.” I let out a smirk. “What's new today?” I asked while dragging a chair closer to him. “Well here is something juicy, your specialty.” Jason searches through the files in front of him, giving me a crooked smile.“Hmmm, what is it?” I asked with enthusiasm. He hands over a file to me. “Here is the rundown. We've got a client looking to sue a construction
~Maya’s Pov~I tried calling Lucy back but the call was not connecting. I was still stunned by the conversation I just had with Lucy.“Grant Pharmaceuticals? No no, I hope I heard her wrong. Why the hell will she do such a thing without contacting me?” I murmured. A mix of disappointment and hurt hovered over me. Desperation has led my best friend to such a ruthless man. I don't know him personally but I know of the damage his company has caused over the years. It wasn't news of the scandals related to that Pharmaceutical Company. I dialed her number several times, frustration mounting as the call failed over and over again. “I need to reach her. I need to warn her on time.” *******One year agoI walked through the corridor of the ICU department heading to visit Lucy’s mom, Regina. Lucy was ahead of me, her face full of exhaustion. We entered the room and headed toward Regina's bed. The faint sound of machines humming welcomed me, the door swinging behind with a soft creak. I app
~Lucy’s Pov~~Next morning~ The sounds of the alarm woke me from my deep sleep. I was reluctant to get out of bed to stop the alarm. My eyelids knew I didn't want to get up just yet. My body felt so heavy to lift off the bed but I managed to stop the alarm on my phone. Looking through my room I realized the mess I made yesterday night. I couldn't even remember what I was searching for. My eyes flashed to the envelope my best friend, Maya mailed. It contained 6 notes of 50-dollar bills. I was beyond grateful to her. This would cover for the week and even more. But then I remembered the confession I made to her. She was the only one I could trust with that information. But what now? I signed the papers already, I couldn't let my mom die because of my ego or desire for love before marriage. It was just for a year, I can do it. I picked up the contract file and glanced through it again, “Lucy, I hope you're making the right decision, Just a year…., but what if I lose myself in it?…
~Lucy’s Pov~ “You’re not joking, right? You do realize how important this is, right?” Drey’s voice sent a cold shiver down my spine. “You want to pose as a Billionaire's wife and you can't even keep track of a single file? Do you know how this looks for you?” My heart pounded like I was in a race. I could hear it in my ears. I scratched the side of my dress, refusing to let him see me panic. “I understand how this looks, but I'll fix it.”“James, can you please take her home?” He instructed his secretary. I froze.Mr Williams and James stared at me like a child who had lost a very important piece of jewelry. I knew I made a mistake but I wondered how. James cleared his throat and began. “Sir, perhaps she forgot it when she was preparing to come. Can we arrange for Miss Lucy to retrieve the document within an hour?” “And…sir I'm sorry but you've been calling me James for days now. It's Maxwell. I know this is stressing you out and your friend not being here to help must be frustra
~Lucy’s Pov~~Next morning~ The sounds of the alarm woke me from my deep sleep. I was reluctant to get out of bed to stop the alarm. My eyelids knew I didn't want to get up just yet. My body felt so heavy to lift off the bed but I managed to stop the alarm on my phone. Looking through my room I realized the mess I made yesterday night. I couldn't even remember what I was searching for. My eyes flashed to the envelope my best friend, Maya mailed. It contained 6 notes of 50-dollar bills. I was beyond grateful to her. This would cover for the week and even more. But then I remembered the confession I made to her. She was the only one I could trust with that information. But what now? I signed the papers already, I couldn't let my mom die because of my ego or desire for love before marriage. It was just for a year, I can do it. I picked up the contract file and glanced through it again, “Lucy, I hope you're making the right decision, Just a year…., but what if I lose myself in it?…
~Maya’s Pov~I tried calling Lucy back but the call was not connecting. I was still stunned by the conversation I just had with Lucy.“Grant Pharmaceuticals? No no, I hope I heard her wrong. Why the hell will she do such a thing without contacting me?” I murmured. A mix of disappointment and hurt hovered over me. Desperation has led my best friend to such a ruthless man. I don't know him personally but I know of the damage his company has caused over the years. It wasn't news of the scandals related to that Pharmaceutical Company. I dialed her number several times, frustration mounting as the call failed over and over again. “I need to reach her. I need to warn her on time.” *******One year agoI walked through the corridor of the ICU department heading to visit Lucy’s mom, Regina. Lucy was ahead of me, her face full of exhaustion. We entered the room and headed toward Regina's bed. The faint sound of machines humming welcomed me, the door swinging behind with a soft creak. I app
~Maya’s Pov~I pushed the door to my office open, and the smell of processed papers and coffee filled the room. It's always a chaotic day at the firm but I always get excited to open new cases.“Good day everyone,” I greeted my colleagues with a soft voice. Few of them responded but I did not care. “Morning Miss Sinclair!” Jason calls out from his desk with a smile on his face. His desk was filled with case files and sticky notes, he always strives in chaos. “I’ve always told you to stop calling me that, just Maya is fine,” I replied with a little smile, heading over to my desk. “I see you have a lot on your desk today, as always.” I let out a smirk. “What's new today?” I asked while dragging a chair closer to him. “Well here is something juicy, your specialty.” Jason searches through the files in front of him, giving me a crooked smile.“Hmmm, what is it?” I asked with enthusiasm. He hands over a file to me. “Here is the rundown. We've got a client looking to sue a construction
~ Lucy’s pov~ I stood at the door struggling to get my keys from my bag. The tingling sound of the keys gave me a quick ease-up. As I turned the keys to get into my apartment, someone called out my name. “Lucy Thank God I found you today, I’ve been waiting for your arrival.” An older woman muttered as she approached me. “Good day….I mean….Good evening ma’am. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting all these while.” I stuttered to reply to her. “ But ma’am I just got back from work now and I’m really tired. Maybe another time, please. “ I replied to her. “No No Lucy you know why I’m here. In case you didn't hear what I said, let me requote.. eh…ehm!” She cleared her throat to continue. “I heard you for the first time ma’am and I know why you’re here. But I’m sorry ma’am I have to go in now.“ I opened my door immediately and slammed the door behind me, the sound echoing through my apartment. I leaned against the door for a moment, exhaling sharply. “Urgh I’m so sick of this woman, ca
~Drey’s POV~~The previous day~“What do you mean Lillian?” I asked James, who became more inquisitive than I expected. “I only asked for a fucking lawyer James!! Why do you like butting into my personal life!?.” My temper rose to hear him mentioning that bitch’s name. I only see Lillian as a toy who I can call whenever I need some alone time. But for a wife? Hell fucking no!!“I’m sorry Boss… It’s just that I.. I don’t know who else you might have in mind to fit the role of a wife. I just thought……” James tried to explain himself. “Stop thinking and do what I asked you.” I roughly interrupted him. James stood up to leave my office, his face was laced with disappointment. I have never yelled at him like that in a very long time. So yeah I think I outdid it this time. “Erm… hold on. I’m .. I’m….. “ I let out a huge breath. “You know I don’t like hearing that bitches name. She’s not the one I have in mind okay? Never would she be!” I reluctantly said, rubbing my hands through m
~Lucy’s Pov~ ~~~Next morning~~~My head spun as I woke up as a result of the continuous banging on my door. I was in a state of fright but I managed to stand up to check who was at the door. “We know you're in there!!” The banging continued. A man’s voice came from behind the door, making my stomach churn.“This is the right address so come open the damn door right now before we smash it down.” One of them said,I staggered backward as the door slammed open. My heart raced as two men walked into my apartment. The man in front had a scar running from his eyebrow down to his jaw, while the other, came with a briefcase, dressed in a black suit. One would think he was a lawyer."You’ve got five minutes to come up with what you owe, or you'd not be happy with the way things may turn out" The briefcase man commanded, his face laced with excitement as he scanned my tattered apartment. My breath caught in my throat. I knew exactly what they were talking about, but the money… I didn’t have
~Drey’s Pov~ I was taken aback by the words spoken by the strange bartender sitting across from me. I had never encountered anyone with such boldness. I was sitting alone on the plush velvet chair in the corner.She was dressed in a white shirt and short dark skirt with a neat ponytail hairstyle the way a bartender would dress. “You have such nerve to come in here and utter such rubbish.” I replied, giving her a dead look. My temper was gradually rising.“It might sound crazy, but I know if we come to an agreement we would benefit from it,” she replied, her voice sounding so soft yet intimidating. For a brief moment, I studied her with curiosity. I was assessing her, I knew it. And I was betting everything on the fact that she was only trying to seduce me. “I’m sorry I eavesdropped while you were on a call,” she continued. “I could feel your frustration through your tone. And a marriage can most definitely help you out right now. I’ve seen the news, it does not look nice at all.”
~Lucy’s Pov~I hurriedly ran through the pavement towards the bar, my footsteps echoing against the walls. It’s been a rough morning, and running late to work was bad for me. I recently got this job and messing it up would be depressing. As I pushed open the door to the bar, I spotted Daya."Lucy! I was getting worried. What happened this time?” Daya asked as she walked towards me.“What's going on? Where is Mr. Mark?” I asked while using my eyes to search the bar."He's been walking around, mumbling about discipline and employees who can’t be trusted to show up on time. It’s not pretty, Lucy." Daya added, her voice low so as not to draw attention from other employees.My stomach twisted, but I had more weight on my mind than I was already carrying.After scanning the area, I walked briskly towards the counter, where I saw Mr. Mark coming from his office."Good morning Mr Mark," I greeted him, trying to sound organized. “I apologize for being late. I had a situation I had to deal with