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After we arrived at the hospital, the doctors took Oliver into the ER to extract the bullet wound still in him. I needed a shower—a hot, long shower—but I also needed to be here, and this was more important.I received a shirt from the store since all I had underneath the blanket was my blood-covered bra. I called Robb, informing him about his son's state and what hospital we were in, and then I called Nina and told her to inform Seth.I called Marcel after getting off the phone with Nina and told him where we were and what had happened. He told me he was heading out. I told him it was late, but he told me he could come along with Benjamin, which put my mind at rest. I asked about Ocean, and he told me he was fine and sleeping in his room. That reply made me feel a little better.The first to arrive were Nina and Seth, who looked extremely worried about their brother. They bombarded me with questions, but I only answered the ones I could. Nina asked how I was doing, and I told her I
I needed the seven hours of sleep I got after I came home. My body, taking cues that it was at home and on my bed, shut down and locked in to get me everything I needed. I didn't complain because after waking up, I called Nina, who told me Oliver had yet to regain consciousness.With this sleep, I would focus on what I needed to do before returning to Oliver's side, where I belonged.I received a call from the police station a few hours after I got home. Marcel followed me, and while Caesar drove, Benjamin stayed beside him in the front seat.Harrison Mars was already waiting at the station when we arrived. Marcel called him. He asked how I was doing, and his tone held concern. I told him I was fine, and he told me only to give information relevant to their question, which I did after I stepped into their questioning room.The police disclosed the discoveries they had made so far, and the cell phone found in Gail's pocket had a number. They traced the number and saw that it came from
Oliver's POV."I love you too," I replied, smiling, and she touched my face to wipe my tears. "What about him? The attacker? What are the police saying about him then?" I asked as she pulled away.She exhaled, "The man who attacked us was one of the duo that attacked me all those years and later attempted to drown me. I was wrong about who he was, though. All these years, I thought Ivory had been behind my attack, but she wasn't. She denied your accusations because she had no clue about them. It wasn't Ivory; it was Cecil. She tried to have me killed, and this was her third attempt on my life. The first time I was attacked, the men she sent wanted it to look like suicide, and the same with the second, and even yesterday, Gail wanted it to look like I took my own life. I thought Ivory sent them until he shot you and was going to kill you without thinking twice. Ivory loves you too much to want to cause you harm. That left room for one more person. Cecil, she wanted me dead and would ad
Imela’s POV. Last month went by slowly. Oliver was discharged after two weeks in the hospital, and Cecil was arrested after multiple pieces of evidence linked her to Gail. We also learned that the second man in the duo died a few weeks before my attack. Gail confessed to killing him when he declined the job to hunt me down for the third time and kill me. Their trial started with Cecil facing life in prison. While in police custody, we discovered Cecil was not pregnant, despite making Oliver and the world believe she was. It didn’t surprise me. She was sick and twisted in the head and would use every and any means to keep Oliver trapped with her, including faking a pregnancy. The news of that, as well as our attack, had taken over all celebrity news with attention and speculation on Cecil’s ongoing trial. I had gotten a few invitations from TV hosts asking me to come and speak about my experience on their shows, all of which I declined. I also got a few suggestions to write a book ab
Third POV It was the grand opening of the Lockwood Casino in Las Vegas today. Sir had been working on getting a permit from the state government and everything else necessary for a few years. Seeing it all become a reality was something to be happy about. Unfortunately for the troublemakers, Jayden's final hearing was scheduled for the same day as the grand opening of the Lockwood casino. Sir immediately thought to change the date when the news broke, despite having already sent the invitation out. Jayden told him not to put his life on hold for him. He promised he would win his case and join them in the after party, not only to celebrate Sir's success but also his victory in trial. So, Vivian and Oliver would be present at the grand opening, and Connor and Maxwell would be at Jaden's final hearing. This would even out the day. After the trial, they would fly to Vegas to join them. The six agreed to this plan. Oliver invited Imela to be a part of the day, and despite her tight sched
Imela Barau's POVBreathe in.Breathe out.Blink.Repeat.All the coping lessons I gave myself for thirty minutes while we drove over here had suddenly become useless, as none of them were helping me face the beat of the drum. My heart hammered against my chest, and sweat trickled down my face as I bit down on my lower lip, waiting for the reaction of the speechless family at the dinner table to the news."You asked her to marry you?" Ivory Plane, Oliver's mother, exclaimed as her green eyes darted between us in horror as if those words were the worst thing she had ever heard. Her complete disapproval bore itself in her poised, high-pitched voice.Oliver Plane dropped the bomb a minute ago. It was the news of our engagement at the dinner table, and a minute of silence passed with the gazes of the other four Planes at the table darting between us."I am very sure that is what I just said a minute ago, Mom." Oliver, who hadn't picked up all the cues his mother had laid since he stepped i
Oliver and I stepped out of the multimillion-dollar, architecturally refined mansion into the compound of the Planes. The fluorescent lighting illuminated the night to show the path for the exit, and it was a work of art, amongst many others. Finally, outside and alone with Oliver, I drew a long breath. He still wrapped his arms around me, and if only he knew how much strength he had given me. I didn't expect him to go to the lengths he had gone for me today, but I appreciated that he defended my honour. Still, I didn't want him to be on bad terms with his family because of me. We walked to Oliver's car in silence, and he opened the door to me. "Again, I am sorry for what happened back there," he began. "I told you our kinds don't mix from the beginning," I said at the same time. He paused, taken off guard by the line of my sentence, and released his hand around me. I glanced at him and found a look of confusion and betrayal on his face as he stared at me. "Are you saying my mo
Oliver stepped into the hallway of the hospital ward and approached the nurse at the counter to ask where Elena's ward was, trying to find it with his eyes. My heart skipped at seeing him, and my palms grew sweaty. I couldn't help the smile that curled its way into my face, and it took a few seconds for him to find me. When he did, his smile was wide and blinding. Oh, this man with his goofy smile was as beautiful as they came. He had an untucked grey shirt with its sleeves rolled up on a pair of plain black trousers. His short, silky blond hair looked ruffled, and though this wasn't his best look, he still killed it. He stopped speaking to the nurse and hurried over to me. His eyes filled with adoration as he stared at me as if he hadn't seen anything better. This wasn't my best look. I wore a red sundress that stopped on my knee and a pair of black slip-ons. My coarse hair was in a messy ponytail, and my glasses kept falling off my nose today. I was tired. "Hey, beautiful," he