Ethan's jaw tightens and he clenches his fists tightly, glaring at Aiden. I brush my thumb on the back of his hand, trying to soothe him and reassure him. He averts his gaze back to me, his face tensed and concerned. I glance up to Aiden. “Why are you here? I didn't ask you to come,” I say, locking my eyes with Aiden's eyes. “I was worried about you. I wanted to see you,” he answers. “What did you want to see? That she has died or not after being tortured by you?” Ethan snaps back. This guy! What do I do with him? Why does he like mocking him all the time?“I wanted to see if she's all okay or not,” Aiden growls, looking into Ethan's eyes. “I will stay with Belle.”“Don't need to do anything for her. You can go,” Ethan barks. “Ethan…go and eat something. I'm all okay,” I demand. “No. I don't trust you can be all okay in his presence,” he says, fuming with rage. “Please, I don't want you to end up fainting. You're diabetic patient,” I beg, looking into his eyes. “Please, just go
Suddenly, I feel a sharp cramp in my stomach. Already dealing with high fever, abdominal pain, muscle and joint pain, now I feel uneasy about the added discomfort. It might be my menstrual cramps. I check and my suspicion confirms. I'm wanting to curse god at this moment. I can't tolerate anything anymore. Why this now? I don't even have pads. I feel anxious and uncomfortable at this moment. Reaching out for Ethan's phone, I search for Alex’s number and call him as Ethan told me to do. I don't have anyone who I can lean on for help other than Ethan. Neither my best friend Emily nor my boyfriend Aiden. The only two persons I believed most—have hurt me in the worst way possible. Though, I never asked Aiden to help me. I never told him about my periods. Were we truly boyfriend-girlfriend? There wasn't anything like a relationship between us. I think I never considered him as my boyfriend. What I felt for him was just friendship—not love, I guess. I mistook my feelings for him. “Belle
“Do you believe in soulmates, Ethan?” I ask all of a sudden. “Why are you asking that?” he asks, caressing my head gently. “Because from the moment I met you, I felt like I'd finally found mine,” I say, making patterns on his chest with my fingers. “You're the missing piece of my heart. Every moment with you feels like a beautiful dream I never want to wake up from.” Pulling away from the hug, I glance up into his eyes, locking my teary eyes with his, as I continue, “I love you more than words could ever say.” His eyes shimmer as soon as our eyes lock. I can feel everything he feels. The love, the pain, the deep connection we have. We don't even need words to communicate with each other. “The moment our eyes locked…the very first eye contact we had…I could see in your eyes that you liked me.” “You could see that?” he asks, raising his brows. “Yeah…it's all in the eyes after all. But unfortunately I believed you didn't like me…when I saw your cousin girl hugging you. I
Ethan slowly lays me down in the bed and washes his hands in the sink of the room. After sanitizing his hands, he takes a seat next to me and places a tablet in my mouth. He lifts the glass of water near my mouth, letting me drink from it. I swallow the tablet. I don't like medicines. I would never take medicine if any other person would be giving me, but I don't want to trouble Ethan anymore, that's why I didn't protest. I used to throw up medicines. Oh my god! I have literally changed too much. If my parents saw me like this, they'd never believe I'm their same picky, fussy daughter. “Ethan, how did you hack the phone? Can you tell me?” I ask curiously, breaking the ice. “You clicked on a malicious link, and your phone got hacked,” he says, laying me down in the bed. “Is it that easy? Can you teach me how to do that?” “Why do you want to learn it? Do you want to hack someone?” he asks, looking into my eyes.“Yes,” I say, squinting my eyes. “I want to hack you. You don't say any
Slowly, I open my eyes and yawn. My eyes land on the sexiest man alive in this world. My love. My Ethan. My lover boy couldn't sleep all night because of me, and still he's making sure I'm all okay. He's massaging my feet gently. I just can't see him like this now. It's hurting me. “Ethan, take a rest now. You must be tired,” I say, my voice barely audible. “Your body, and especially your feet might be aching. Let me do this to ease your pain,” he blurts out, continuing massaging my feet. “I want to kiss you at this moment. I wish I could.”“You wish you could? Do that if you want to. I didn't stop you, sweetheart,” he retorts.“You didn't stop, but…neither have I taken a shower, nor have brushed my teeth for the last few days. I'm sludgy, and out of sorts,” I explain, the corners of my lips turning downwards. He leans in and quickly pecks my lips. My eyes widen and my mouth drops open. “I told you, you are sweet for my heart. You can never be sludgy for me,” he whispers in my ear
After making the necessary arrangements, my father prepares for our journey back to Bulgaria. As we board, the cabin is filled with a sense of quiet determination. My father settles beside me, ensuring I am as comfortable as possible. His personal assistant, a few close aides, and the nurse accompany us. The jet takes off smoothly. Despite the turbulence of the past few weeks, there is a certain calm in knowing that I am heading to a place where I can focus entirely on my recovery.The flight is serene, and I allow myself to rest, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety about the road to recovery ahead. My father’s reassurance and the comfort of the jet make the transition from hospital to home feel like a hopeful new beginning.The private jet lands smoothly in Sofia, and as we disembark, I can’t help but feel a mix of relief and anticipation. My father’s luxurious car awaits on the tarmac, and we make our way to our home.Once we arrive, he carefully helps me from the car and into my r
As the weeks go by, I start to notice the first signs of improvement from the dengue hemorrhagic fever. The intense pain and debilitating symptoms that once overwhelmed me are gradually easing. My father's care and the medical team's expertise are making a noticeable difference.The fever has long since subsided, and the constant nausea and weakness begin to fade. I am now able to eat small, nourishing meals without feeling queasy. Each day, I find myself gaining a little more energy and strength.I start with short, gentle movements. I practice sitting up in bed and shifting my position slowly, building up my endurance. Each small victory, like managing to sit up and stay upright for longer periods, feels monumental.The doctors continue to monitor my progress closely, ensuring my recovery is on track. They are pleased with my improving blood counts and reduced symptoms. I am gradually weaning off the medications and treatments as my body regains its strength.By the end of the month
After spending four months here in Sofia, I’m feeling so much better and can’t wait to get back to school. What I’m looking forward to the most is seeing Ethan. I miss him so much and can’t wait to be back at school where I can see him again. The thought of reuniting with him keeps me motivated and excited as I recover.Packing my things in Sofia is bittersweet. My room, with the posters of models, my library shelves, and the beautiful mirror where I did my makeup—all these have been part of my healing journey. As I fold my clothes and place them into my suitcase, each item reminds me of the struggle and the progress I've made.My father helps with the last of my bags. He has been my rock through all of this. Now, as we prepare to leave for NYC, I see the worry in his eyes mixed with pride. Boarding the private jet, I take a last look at Sofia, a city that has become a part of me.The flight to NYC is long, giving me time to reflect. Leaving Sofia feels like closing a chapter filled w