Valeria’s POV"What?" I exclaimed through a throat that felt like it had been clogged with sawdust. I didn't know that I had fallen backwards into the chair until Ivy put out a hand to steady me. The bottom fell out of my world. Pregnant? How could I possibly be pregnant? I tried to do a bit of calculation to remember when last I had seen my period, but my head was in a whirl and I could not think straight. Horrified, I stared up at Ivy, who held my hand tightly. I convulsively squeezed her hand. "Ivy... you wouldn't lie or joke about something like this, would you? If it's some kind of joke-"Ivy looked disgusted at the very idea."You know me better than that," she said. "I would never joke about something like that in the first place.""Okay. But- but are you sure about the results? Maybe there was some sort of mixup. Mistakes can happen, results can get swapped, or maybe you need to take another sample or- or-"With a sigh, she sat beside me. "I know this is very hard for you t
Valeria’s POVI marched back to the spot where I had been standing with Noah, but he was no longer there. The mass of people to my left briefly parted, and I saw him, talking and laughing with a group of important looking people.Good. I wanted to be on my own for a while. I took a glass of champagne, leaned against the bar, sipped it and stewed in anger. The nerve of Damian, talking to me like that!I was careful though, to keep my face expressionless. I nodded, smiled at those who caught my eye. Again, I raised the glass to my lips. Nothing came out. I needed another drink. Badly. There was a waiter up ahead. The place was noisy and he would not hear me if I called out. I took a couple of steps towards him and stopped. The ground seemed to undulate under my feet. The room spun. I clutched the glass in my hand tightly, hoping, praying that I wouldn't fall and disgrace myself. "Hey. Are you okay?"Relieved, I sagged against Noah as I felt his arm slide around my waist. "I guess so
Dimitri’s POVI watched in horror as Valeria reeled and began to drop like a pack of cards. I was running towards her before I was conscious that I was moving, screaming her name again and again. Just as I got closer, I slid to her on my knees and caught her just because she could hit the floor. "Valeria. Valeria," I called frantically, shaking her and trying to tap her away. She lay still and very pale in my arms."Help," I called again, seconds before remembering that we were the only ones on this floor, probably the only ones in the building. I swore.I pressed trembling fingers to her wrist and checked her pulse. It was slow, but it was still there. I drew in a shaky breath of relief, scrambled to my feet and ran to the elevator. Glancing nervously at her, I ran out of the building. The doorman was barely in time to open the door. I laid her gently in the backseat of my car and zoomed off to the nearest hospital. "Hey! Emergency," I shouted as soon as I got out of the car, ala
Valeria’s POV "Okay, babe. Promise me that you won't freak out. We have got everything under control..."Ivy telling me not to freak out had the exact opposite effect. I was freaking out. I clutched the phone tightly. "What's going on?" I asked breathlessly. Ivy drew in a deep breath. "It's your grandma. She... has caught a cold, a bad cold."And then Ivy went on again about how I shouldn't panic and about how my grandma was being looked after. I didn't bother listening to the rest of what she said. "I'll be right there," I said and hung up.I looked around my office distractedly, fear and worry gnawing at my insides. I grabbed my bag and without a word to anyone, left the office. ‘Let her be okay... Please, let her be okay,’ I said again and again as the taxi sped off to the hospital. I didn't bother listening to what the nurse at the reception area wanted to say to me. I ran all the way to my grandmother's hospital room. She was fast asleep, but didn't look good at all. She was
Valeria’s POV‘He had to accept my report and the suggestions contained in the report this time,’ I thought, as Dimitri flipped the pages of the file I had just placed in front of him. Four times today, he had told me to make changes to things about the Rosy project I had been working on. Now judging by the scowl on his face, I would be going through that report the fifth time. Damian suddenly thrust the document away from him. "What's this, Valeria?" he said testily. "This is not good enough. Do I have to keep impressing on you how important the Rosy project is? What's this... tripe that you keep submitting to me? If not for the fact that you have been on this project from the beginning, I would have taken you off it immediately."I fought the surge of anger, the urge to yell at him and ask what the hell he wanted and why the hell he was acting like an asshole. With a lot of effort, I mastered my anger, remembering that I was supposed to act indifferent towards him. I wouldn't let
Valeria’s POVAs soon as I got to the hospital, Ivy spotted me. She extracted herself from a group of two nurses and a doctor and came hurrying towards me. "Thank goodness you're here, Val." She gave me a brief hug. "I'll let the doctor know you're here right away."She hurried away again. I didn't have to wait long. A nurse walked up to me a while later and informed me that the doctor was ready to see me. Worry knotted my insides as I followed her into his office. I hoped my baby was okay. A minute later, I was on the doctor's examination table."You said you feel pain," he said as he took my blood pressure. "Is the pain centered at any particular point?""No. It was generalized pain and I also wasn't just feeling well. The pain has stopped, but I can't help worrying. I wonder what caused it.""Hmm," said the doctor and wrote into a clipboard. He poked and prodded me for a few minutes more, then waved me over to the chair opposite his. "Ms Morre, from my examination, there is no
Valeria’s POVDimitri answered my greeting the next day with an ill tempered grunt and a glower."I sent you a couple of emails just this morning. Get to work and go through them right now. I want everything I highlighted in those emails worked on the next time I ask." Then he turned his back on me and began barking orders to a couple of the staff. It was becoming really irritating.Feeling deflated, I went back to my office. What had I been thinking? That he would soften towards me after last night? Even more than yesterday, I deeply regretted kissing him back. He had probably kissed me just to gloat at his power over me. I should have slapped his annoying face the moment his lips touched mine. That would have served him right. Instead, like a fool, I given in, shown him how much he still affected me. "Pathetic," I muttered as I sank into my chair, read through the emails Dimitri had sent to me while trying to remember what exactly I was to work on today. "Are you done yet?" I jum
Valeria’s POV The expression on Summer's face quickly changed from surprise to fury. She marched towards me. In a flash, I was out of the chair and had taken refuge behind Dimitri's desk. She still came at me, but he shifted slightly blocking her path. "You-" she growled at him. "Summer," Dimitri said quietly. "Summer, please calm down and listen to-" She turned away from him and fixed her gaze on me. Her fingers tightened convulsively on her bag as though she was itching to get them around my throat. "Listen-" I began. "Shut up!" she screamed, flecks of foam flying from her lips. "Shut your mouth, you tart! I should have known. I should have seen you for what you are. You're nothing but a low life social climber, a- a gold digger. You thought that you would be able to dig your claws into my man, right?" I shook my head and looked to Dimitri for help, expecting him to at least do or say something. "Dimitri," I said. "Tell her-" He just stood, looking on, looking glum. Apar