Emily's POVMy eyes fluttered after what seemed like a lengthy sleep. My consciousness returned and in a disoriented state, I sat upright, sweeping my gaze at the intricate features of the room. The world around me was dark, heavy, as if I was submerged deep underwater.As I tried to recollect what had happened, a sharp distant beeping cut through the silence, snatching me out of my reverie. The sterile scent of disinfectant lingered in the air, followed by the soft hum of machines.The white walls, the medical equipments, the stiff sheets under my fingers —.It was then I realized I'm at the hospital. I squinted, adjusting to the bright light as I recollected events that led me here.The door creaked, and a beautiful lady in white robe strolled towards me with concern imprinted on her features. Her steps were measured and calculated and she had a notepad in her hand.She stared at my confused face and said, “You collapsed on the street. How are you feeling now?”“Better, I guess,”
SYCAMORE HOSPITAL, NEW YORk~Logan’s POVI stood at a far end, pacing the corridor with my hands tucked in my pocket. Restlessness gnawed at my chest, and my heart rampaged as I pondered on Emily’s condition. I could recall what happened at the party last night. She had left the cruise ship in search of Collin.. During a conversation with my friend, Martin; I caught sight of Collin speaking to a man in a black suit and a hat. There was this mysterious aura surrounding that man that left me intrigued.He was tall, at least 6’7. Had dark hair, deep dark eyes and a stoic countenance on his face. Everything about him speaks wealth because his sophisticated off-the-rack suit was pristine and worth millions of dollars. He had an expensive diamond ring on his finger and a cool brogue that complement his outfit.I took a glimpse at my wristwatch and I felt uneasy when I noticed Emily hadn’t return.. I stared at Collin one last time and perhaps, he thought, she was still in the restroom. I got
Logan’s POVMy hands trembled as I brought them forward, attempting to touch Carl’s cheek. My lips curled into a faint smile as I stared at a miniature version of myself. He was in a T-shirt and denim shorts with socks and a cute pair of shoes. His spiky brown hair, thick eyebrows, honey brown eyes and olive-toned skin were those cool features he shared with me. His eyes, which glinted like hidden stars captivated me.He peered at me, searching my features with a hint of confusion in his eyes. My heart felt heavy with conflicted emotions. I felt happy to see him again, but there was a pang of guilt surging withing me as well.He might hate me because I’ve never been there for him.. Since he’s still very young, it will be best if he gets to know that I’m his father but I’m still anxious because I have no clue how he’d feel and his reaction to it.Would he love me? Would he hate me or never want anything to do with me?I swallowed the lump in my throat as several thoughts swirling in my
Logan's POVI stood rooted to a spot as I took in the scene in front of me… My lips pressed into a tight line and I stepped back with my gaze lingering on the figure in front of me.Vivian was in red lingerie, her blonde messy hair tangling with a reddish smudge of liquid on her lips. My brows creased as I hinted at what it was.I flew my gaze across the intricate decor on the wall and designs that were made in the bedroom.–Large red curtains with white flowers on it. Rose petals on the polished floor. Pillows on the large king-sized bed which had a clean white sheet on it, and a heavy rose scented cologne lingered in the air except it had been mixed with a stench of alcohol.My gaze settled back on Vivian, whose face was a mask of disappointment and rage.. She had a bottle of tequila in her hand, and I knew she must have been drinking and smoking.She raised her hand to my face, and I saw the cigarette in the middle of her fingers.Strolling towards me, she smirked and puffed to my f
Collin’s POVAlighting from my sleek Camry car, I removed my glasses and shifted my gaze at the enormous brothel in front of me. My bodyguard alighted as well, and I glanced at him and asked, “What time is it?”“It’s nine thirty, Sir.” He replied instantly, and I nodded, sweeping my gaze across the surrounding area.Smoothening my tailored suit, I walked in confidently as possible with a stern gaze. I had my hair neatly permed and dyed. I walked into the brothel. The pounding bass of the club music felt like it was vibrating through my bones..The bar was crowded with people drinking and talking. Strippers danced on poles, fondling various parts of their bodies as they leered at guys that entered the club. When one of them approached me, I politely declined, and when she persisted in her stubbornness, my bodyguard had to intervene and send her away. I took out an access card from my pocket, which included my facial identification. Since we’re in a secret organization, it’s what we
Collin's POVAfter the meeting, I finally got to speak with Emerald. She told me why she phoned earlier. She wanted to remind me of a shipment I had purchased from McDonald's. I provided a satisfactory explanation and apologies for missing her calls, and I am delighted she understood without suspicion. My chest constricted as I felt a pang of guilt surge in me. I feel bad for not informing her about my past with Cecile and my involvement in the Mafia.Lorenzo had suggested that I reveal the whole truth to her or end my relationship with her. I planned on telling her the truth but I'm afraid of her reaction and how she would feel about everything. I'm certain of one thing — Her reaction would determine my next decision and the future of our relationship.I sighed as I stood in front of the mirror, assessing myself and brushing my hair with my fingers. I was dressed in an impeccably sophisticated suit, looking all dashing and smart.Today, I'd be going out shopping with Emerald.W
Emily’s POVThe overall vibe of the hall darkened. Why not? A nuisance was standing right before us with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Whenever she’s around Collin, I feel this air of suspicion lingering around, driving me into a loop of curiosity. Sometimes, I doubt if she’s truly friends with him or just a flirt, wanting to snatch him from me out of jealousy. Collin swallowed the lump in his throat, and clenched his jaw. I noticed he wasn’t so surprised to see her but I was“What a coincidence! We both came shopping in the same mall. I didn’t even expect to see you here.” Cecile exclaimed, taking her hands off the handle of the cart with her gaze fixed on Collin. She smiled as she strolled in our direction while I peered at her, a curious expression on my face as I hinted at what she was up to.“I guess you’ve both having a nice time. Going shopping, giggling, and…” She stifled a gasp, her gaze settling on the glistening ring in my finger– The one Collin had just bought for me.“
Emily's POVSilence hung heavily in the air and a block of stone seemed to lodge in my throat as I carefully scanned Collin's face, eager to receive the response to my question. I know I shouldn't probe further but I just can't help it.. Seeing Cecile around me raises every curiosity and sometimes, I question myself if there's anything going on between them or perhaps, if they were more than just friends.Collin swallowed the lump in his throat before bringing his hand forward to stroke my hair..“Cecile….” Collin began and his voice trailed off as he searched my features.. My heart raced quickened as though the weight of the words he was about to speak could shatter the fragile calm that had ensued.Beads of sweat trickled down my spine,the weight of curiosity and doubts heavy on my shoulders.“Cecile is…what?” I whispered, curiosity creeping into my voice as the realization hit me.He gave my hair a gentle stroke and mumbled, “Cecile is just a friend and nothing more.. I know why y
Emily's POVAfter a few weeks of being comatose, Logan finally woke up to my surprise. My stomach fluttered, a rush of excitement on my face. The doctor had predicted that his injuries were fatal and it might be impossible for him to survive. I felt so overwhelmed with joy at the great news of Logan's recovery “This is a miracle!” Mr. Michealson, Logan's father, exclaimed, his face etched with relief as he walked into the ward. Mrs. Michelson wiped her tears with the pad of her thumb, her steps faltering as she walked into Logan's ward Her eyes went wide with shock, tears streaming down her cheeks. I'm so happy I could stop her from committing suicide. I've always known that Logan would survive since he had promised to be with me and Carl forever..“Is Logan alive?” She asked, her face etched with disbelief.“Yes, mom. He has recovered. He's not dead. I told you he wasn't dead. He was only comatose,” I explained to her as I held her hands. Logan sat upright on the bed, his lips c
Emily's POV “Help us! Somebody help!” I screamed aloud for anyone who cared enough to listen so they would help in saving my husband.I tore a part of my dress and used it on his wound to place pressure on the injured area in order to stop the flow.“Please, help us!” I pleaded, tears in my eyes.“I'll…. I'll…I'll be fine.” Logan struggled to say to me in a stutter.“No, you are not fine.” I cried, trying to help him in any way I could before better help could come. If I had my way, I would have driven him off to the hospital but, I was in no right state of mind to drive a car now and he could not do the same in his injured state.Soon, Logan passed out and some onlookers dropped by to see what was happening.“Help me! my…my husband has been shot.” “Call the cops,” someone suggested.“Whoever fired the shot should still be around here somehow.” Another person said.“Please, let's call 911!” someone else said and all the while when they were talking and taking steps in helping us fro
Emily's POVEight Months Later…If I was told that things were going to turn out this way in the end, I'd argue that it was a lie and whoever told me was only trying to say that as a means to get me to feel better.But, I guess, there's always a moment of joy after the long nights of suffering too. Everything was gradually getting better and it looked like life was beginning to take a great form after all.Although my son, Carl was currently in the hospital undergoing some medical care and procedure at the moment to help with his transplant, I couldn't help but feel thankful that he has a great chance at surviving the turbulence.“Which one do you think will fit the baby perfectly out of these?” Logan asked me as he picked up a very cute baby outfit. He lifted the clothes in front of me so I could pick from the alternatives he had selected.“This one.” I said, pointing to a white little top that had caught my attention.“I think we can just pick both.” Logan suggested, his eyes access
Chapter….Author's POV “There are so much demand for the new ammunition coming in tomorrow evening. That will be sorted by you, Black.” “You have to make sure everything turn out well when you guys go to get them.” The deep croaky voice of the mafia's grouphead resounded in the room while he addressed the members of the secret organization.“We have to ensure that nobody comes close to our group. The other rival gangs will get too cocky if they notice us slacking. This isn't time to slow down guys, we have to step up and show that we own this arena–”Collin's dark eyes wandered lazily around the dimly lit room, his mind in a faraway place as he sat on the seat at a corner in the room.The mafia members' discussion about the upcoming ammunition that had been imported secretly into the country and the inherent sneer from jealous rival gangs faded into the background while he thought of his newest worry.He couldn't be bothered about anything more except the news he'd gotten from Vivi
"Can I see you both for a few minutes?" The doctor's words came out firm and serious. Emily and Logan exchange glances before taking a deep breath.Emily and Logan walked out of the ward with the doctor. Emily's chest heaved, her heart pounding harder. Anxiety lingered in the air."Doctor, how's Carl's health?" Logan asked first, while Emily stood there looking at one way."While his immune system is still stable, we have to explore several options for a bone marrow transplant. Since neither of you is a match, having a child together could potentially save his life.” The doctor said, staring at them sympathetically.“I understand this is personal but do know that I'll always be here to support you. If you need anything, please let me know. And if you're willing to consider this option, then we can discuss the details further. I'll be taking my leave now,”.The doctor's words hang heavily in the air even after he left.[ Present day]The hospital room was filled with tension, the only
Collin’s chest heaved as he stared at his phone's screen, his hands clenched into tight fists as if he was about to go into a fight. The news played on repeat, Logan and Emily were seen together again, smiling like the latest couples in town. The sight of them chuckling and spending quality time together burned through him like a fire blaze on top of his head."Unbelievable!" he roared, flipping the coffee table in front of him. "After everything I did, after everything I said, she still went back to him?"Vivian, standing in the corner, let out a quiet chuckle. She had been watching him the entire time, enjoying the spectacle of his rage and unhappiness. Unlike him, she wasn’t blinded by anger, she saw an opportunity to do what has always been within her."Throwing objects won’t change the fact that she's back in Logan's arms," she said, walking slowly to Collins.Collin looked around, eyes flashing with anger. "Shut up, Vivian!"She smirked. "Why should I? I warned you, didn't I? Em
Logan's POV “If you're not ready for another baby, I guess we can explore several options. Just know that I'll always be here to support you in whatever decision you choose,” I said comfortingly as I placed my hands on top of hers.Emily nodded as she alighted from the car. Together, we walked into the apartment to check on Carl. As we got in, the maids greeted us with a welcoming smile.Emily cast a bored glance around. I could tell that she was completely stressed and overwhelmed because of Carl's condition.“What of Carl?” She asked the chubby maid who was standing at the doorway.“He’s awake. He woke up just recently. He's been asking about you and his father.” “Okay. Thanks for informing me,” she mumbled, tearing her gaze from her.We walked past several rooms until we got to Carl’s room. He sprawled on the bed, holding his toy train and dinosaurs in his hand..His face lit as soon as he saw us walk in “Dad!” He jumped down from his bed and sprinted towards us. Brenda, his nan
Logan’s POV I boarded a flight back to New York not long after Emily's call. Restlessness gnawed at my chest, my mind racing with several thoughts. I was enveloped by the hum of activities at the terminal. I scurried around, grabbing my luggage behind me. Finally, I was onboard. A wave of relief washed over me but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was definitely wrong.I stared at my phone as I dialed Emily's number but she wasn't picking.“Emily, please pick up. Pick up..” I whispered, shoving my fingers into my hair with a line of worry on my forehead.I tried to reach her once again but It didn't go through. I sighed in exhaustion as I reclined on my chair.“Whatever it is, I hope it's not bad.” I mumbled, dragging my lower lip with my teeth.The air hostess gave an announcement and meals were served afterwards. I didn't touch my meal; my appetite was gone. All I needed at the moment was to be with Emily and Carl. I shut my eyes, inwardly hoping everything is fine.
Emily's POV The doctor's words resounded in my ears and I just couldn't believe it. I froze for a moment. it felt as if time had come to a standstill. “Can you tell me more about this SCID?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. The doctor's voice was gentle as he added, “It's a rare genetic disorder that affects the immune system.” I listened intently, my brows knitting. He cleared his throat and continued, “It is caused by mutations in genes which play crucial roles in development and functions of the immune system.” My eyes narrowed as I struggled to process his words “So, are you trying to say that we passed it down to him?” His lips conformed into a thin line. He nodded and also added, “While it can be inherited from parents who are carriers of mutated genes, it can also be caused by spontaneous mutations during fetal development. The latter I believe is what caused It.” A deep sigh escaped my lips. I paused for a moment, trying to pull myself together. "What