Leah glanced at her phone; Richie was calling."Hey babe, how are you?" he asked."Alive. On my way to the hospital.""Oh okay. I am about to go in for a meeting and I wanted to hear from you first. I hope your driver is driving calmly?" Richie asked."I didn’t go with Paul. I told him he could stay back today. I need some alone time, and the guards have been hovering. I can't breathe. I’m not in the mood to be followed, and lately, I get irritated over the smallest things. So, I’m driving myself," Leah explained.Richie frowned. "Babe, that’s not safe. You’re unwell. You should’ve let Paul drive and just told the guards to stay back.""I’m fine," Leah insisted, her tone firm. "Please, I just need some space.""Okay, but be careful. Alright? I love you""Sure, I will, love you too" Leah said before hanging up.Few minutes later, Leah sat in the small, sterile office at the hospital, anxiously tapping her fingers on her knee. Her mind raced as she waited for the doctor to arrive. The
Leah's heart was racing as she drove out of the hospital parking lot. The day had taken a surprising turn, and she was filled with excitement after hearing the news that she was pregnant! She placed a hand on her stomach, feeling warmth at the thought of a new life growing inside her. All she could think about was Richie, how happy he’d be, how they’d plan their future, and how they’d share the news with the kids. "I can’t wait to tell him,” she whispered, her fingers brushing over her phone. She had promised herself to wait until he got back from his seminar. Leah could already picture the joy on Richie’s face when he heard the news in person. Their lives had been going so well, and this baby would be the perfect next step. She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, her mind dancing with thoughts of baby names and nursery colors when suddenly…BANG! a loud bang shattered her daydream…. A sharp sound pierced the air, followed by the cracking of her windshield. Pan
Mary sat in her luxurious living room, the dim light casting soft shadows on her face. Her fingers drummed rhythmically on the armrest of her leather couch as she waited for the call. A sly smile tugged at the corners of her lips, anticipating the news. Finally, her phone rang. She checked the caller ID: Ranson. The smile widened even more as she answered. Knowing he makes no mistakes."Hello, Ranson. I hope you’ve got good news for me," Mary said, her tone dripping with confidence."Yes, ma’am," Ranson's gruff voice replied. "It’s done. The report we’re getting is that Leah’s been hit. If she ain’t dead yet, she’s pretty close to it. I’d say she might not make it."Mary’s heart skipped a beat, but only out of excitement. A rush of satisfaction filled her chest. She let out a soft, almost musical laugh that grew louder until it echoed through her spacious home."Well done, Ranson. Well done!" she said, still chuckling. "I knew I could count on you to put that girl in her place.""I k
Richie’s hand trembled as he hung up the phone, the news had hit him so bad. His mind spun, struggling to process what he had just been told. Leah, his Leah, was hurt badly. The details were still unclear, but it was serious enough for Dazzle to call the family in a panic.His legs suddenly were too weak to hold him up. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat heavier than the last. Grabbing his phone, Richie immediately canceled all his upcoming seminars and meetings, sending quick emails to his assistants. They would have to figure out the rest on their own. Leah was his priority now. Without wasting another second, he booked the earliest flight back home, his fingers shaking as he typed in his information.Meanwhile, Dazzle was pacing outside the hospital room, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. He had already called everyone in the family, delivering the horrible news. Their father, Mr. Leo had been silent on the phone, but Dazzle could hear the pain and fear in his fat
Richie stood in the cold, sterile hallway of the hospital, his hands trembling as he held Leah’s belongings in a small, unassuming plastic bag. His eyes were red and swollen from crying, his heart aching everything that had happened. He couldn’t believe how quickly his world had fallen apart. Just days ago, Leah was smiling, and now… now he was standing here, lost in a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from.He pulled out the small stack of documents from her bag, his curiosity getting the better of him. He wasn't sure what the result of the medical documents might be. Maybe it was something routine, he thought, something insignificant. But as he opened the folder, his breath caught in his throat.There it was, staring back at him in black and white; Leah was five weeks pregnant.Richie blinked, unable to process the words for a moment. "Pregnant? Five weeks?"..He collapsed into the nearest chair, his hands clutching the papers as if they might offer some explanation. His vision blurre
Richie stood by Leah’s bedside, his entire body shaking as he cried. The pain was unbearable, the thought of losing her too much to handle. The boys, their innocent faces wet with tears, clung to Richie as they looked at their mother lying so still on the bed."Dad… is Mom going to be alright?" one of the boys, his voice small and frightened, asked between sobs.Richie could barely answer. He dropped to his knees beside the bed, burying his face in his hands. His heart felt like it had shattered into a million pieces. He couldn’t stop the flood of tears. "God, please…" Richie began, his voice breaking with every word. "Save Leah. Please… I’ll be a good husband, I promise. I’ll take care of our kids… I’ll do anything you want me to, just save my wife. Please, God… don’t take her from us."The boys began to wail too, their small voices filling the room with a heartbreaking sound. Richie’s tears fell even harder, his hands gripping Leah’s cold fingers. "Leah, please come back to us… pl
Richie stood at Leah's bedside two weeks after the accident, watching as she slept. Her breathing was steady, and her face looked peaceful. The machines surrounding her were no longer terrifying to him; they were signs of progress now. Signs that she was getting better. He smiled faintly, remembering how much darker everything seemed just days ago.The boys were sitting in the corner of the room, playing with some toys Dazzle had brought for them to keep them occupied.They were quieter than usual, but Richie could tell they were just as hopeful as he was. They had been through so much these days, yet they still managed to be helpful in ways they could.The doctor came in, his clipboard in hand, and gave Richie a nod before checking on Leah’s vitals. “She’s doing much better,” the doctor said, scribbling something down. “The baby’s fine as well. Everything looks good.”Richie exhaled slowly, letting all his worries out “Thank God,” he whispered. “But… her head? How’s the injury?”The
The door creaked open, and in walked Mary, her expression triumphant as usual. Emily stiffened, sensing that something was off. Mary’s eyes were gleaming with a satisfaction that made Emily uneasy."Emily," Mary started, her voice dripping with excitement. "I’ve got news for you. Finally, everything has fallen into place."Emily blinked, unsure of where this was going. "What are you talking about, mom?"Mary sat down, a little too close to Emily, and leaned in. "Leah," she whispered, her voice cold and sinister. "It seems like she’s finally gone. No one has heard anything. No news. It’s been weeks. She’s probably dead, and they haven’t found her body yet."Emily’s heart stopped for a moment. She stared at her mother, wide-eyed, her mind racing. She had been angry at Leah for years, jealous even, but wishing her dead? That wasn’t something she wanted. Not like this."How? What happened?"... Emily asked.Mary continued, oblivious to Emily’s shock. "I told you, didn’t I? That girl was al