CHAPTER 6

MILA’S POV

Despite my racing heart, I kept on a straight face as the doctor explained my condition to Dominic. I couldn’t betray the fact that I was pretending to have lost my memory.

When the doctor had checked my vitals earlier, I’d silently pleaded with him to play along with my ruse, and to my surprise, he agreed. He probably saw the desperation in my eyes.

“So what happens now?” Dominic’s sharp question snapped my attention back to him. “Is there a way to get her memories back?”

“Well…” the doctor hesitated, his gaze briefly flickering to me then back to Dominic.

“For now, nothing can be done. And she mustn’t experience any form of stress whether physical or mental, otherwise her brain might be pushed into shock.”

I was impressed by how effortlessly the doctor lied. His words were so convincing that even I might’ve believed him if I didn’t know the truth.

Dominic let out a frustrated grunt before his piercing gaze landed on me, pining me in place.

I shifted uncomfortably on the bed, my hands subconsciously fiddling with the fabric of my hospital gown as it felt like he could see right through me.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding as he finally averted his gaze from me and turned back to the doctor, his eyes narrowing into slits.

“I don’t buy this bullshit about there not being a solution,” he snapped, and for a moment my body tensed as I feared he had found out the truth.

The tension in my body intensified as he stepped closer to the doctor, and rested a hand on his shoulder.

My eyes widened as he gripped the doctor’s shoulder so tightly, his knuckles almost turned white. “There has to be something you can do,” he drawled in a menacing voice.

The doctor tried to remain calm, but I could tell he was holding in the pain by the way his jaw clenched.

Dominic’s eyes were cold and he remained completely unfazed by the obvious discomfort he was inflicting on the doctor.

“Run whatever tests, and prescribe whatever drugs you have to,” he ordered, his voice laced with a chilling edge. “Just ensure she regains her memory. I don’t care what it takes.”

The doctor’s expression was strained as he instantly nodded. “Yes, of course. I’ll do everything I can.”

Dominic released his grip on the doctor’s shoulder as his phone suddenly rang.

“I’ll be back,” he muttered curtly before striding out the room to pick up the call, which I had no doubt had to do with something shady.

As soon as the door closed behind him, I turned back to the doctor, who was now clutching his shoulder with his eyes shut and his lips pressed in a firm line.

“Doctor, I’m so sorry,” I mumbled as a feeling of guilt tugged at my chest. “I hope it doesn’t hurt too much?”

The doctor opened his eyes to look at me and his hand dropped from his shoulder.

“I’m fine,” he brushed me off, a small, but tight smile appearing on his lips. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

As he moved closer to where I sat on the hospital bed, his smile faded and was replaced with a grim expression.

“Dominic Silvetti is very dangerous, and we have to be careful not to make him find out you’re pretending,” he mentioned with a hushed whisper.

His eyes occasionally darted to the door, wary of when Dominic would return. “I’ll prescribe some pain killers which you’ll be taking under the guise of an amnesia medication,” he added. “That way he won’t be suspicious.”

I nodded, even though his words barely quelled my unease.

“Thank you for helping me, doctor. But the main reason why I’m pretending is so I can be free from him. I might lose my mind if I don’t run away soon.”

The doctor’s brows furrowed in thought for a moment, then his gaze met mine and he leaned in a bit closer. “I have a plan,” he whispered so softly that I almost missed it.

“Really?” My expression flickered with hope and curiosity. “Please tell me about it.”

His eyes briefly darted to the door again before settling back on me.

“My brother is a law enforcement officer, and he’s been trying to gather some dirt on Dominic for years, but Dominic is too good at covering up his tracks.”

My eyes widened at the doctor’s revelation, but I held my tongue as he continued.

“If you can help us gather the evidence we need to bring Dominic and his entire organization down, we’ll get you the freedom you seek. Are you up to the task?”

I chewed on my bottom lip, my brows furrowing as I considered the doctor’s offer. The idea of spying on someone like Dominic was risky and very terrifying if I was being honest.

But what other choice did I have? My sick father needed me, and If this was my best shot at freedom, I had to take it.

With that shred of resolve surging through me, I glanced up at the doctor. “I’ll do it,” I declared with determination, despite the fear brewing in my gut.

“Whatever it takes to get me out of Dominic’s clutches, count me in.”

The doctor’s expression brightened and his hands reached out to pat my shoulders.

“You made a very good decision,” he commended, then he reached into the pocket of his lab coat and pulled out a smartphone.

“If my guess is correct, you don’t have a phone, so take this,” he extended the phone towards me. “It will be our way of communicating. But don’t ever call, we’ll always be the ones to call you.”

I took the phone from him and clutched it in my hand as I nodded firmly. “Understood.”

Then without wasting further time, I hid the phone underneath the pillow on my hospital bed.

“And one more thing,” the doctor added, drawing my attention back to him. “This mission can’t be compromised. If Dominic finds out—”

“Finds out what?” Dominic’s suspicious voice suddenly interrupted the doctor’s words and my breath hitched.