EMMA POV
Dr. Aaron's words hung in the air like a guillotine, poised to drop and sever all hope. Emma's heart raced as she clutched the armrests of the worn hospital chair, her knuckles weak with desperation.
"Hold on…Let me get this straight, Doctor," Emma said, her voice trembling. "You're telling me that my mother's surgery, her only chance at survival, depends on me finding a huge sum of money? And without the money there will be no treatment for her? Even if she dies right in front of you? Even if I am to pay that huge amount of money, I should be given time to do so, she is suffering and she is in pain right now the only thing stopping you to save a life is money?"
Dr. Aaron's expression was a mask of sympathy, but his eyes betrayed a hint of impatience. "I'm afraid so, Emma. The hospital's policy is clear: payment upfront or no procedure. Your mother's condition is critical, and time is running out."
Emma felt like she'd been punched in the gut. She thought she'd been prepared for anything, but this...this was a nightmare. "How much money are we talking about?"
"Thirty thousand dollars," Dr. Aaron replied, his voice firm but not unkind.
Emma's mind reeled. Thirty thousand dollars might as well have been thirty million. She was a struggling club worker, doing multiple jobs just to make ends meet. Where was she supposed to find that kind of money?
"What about financial aid or assistance programs? Or anything just to save her right now" Emma asked, grasping at straws.
Dr. Aaron shook his head. "Your mother's condition doesn't qualify for priority funding. I'm sorry, Emma. Time is running out, this is the only advice I can offer you and that is for you to be very quick,she can not survive it without undergoing a surgery"
Emma's eyes welled up with tears as she thought of her mother, lying in the hospital bed, fighting for her life. She felt a surge of determination. She would find a way, no matter what it took.
"I'll do it," Emma said, her voice firm. "I'll find the money."
Dr. Aaron's expression softened. "I'm sorry, Emma. I truly am. But I know you'll do everything you can. You just have to try." And with that he walked away
Emma nodded multiple times, it was as if she was going crazy “I can do it.. I must do it.” She murmured to herself.
Emma's feet felt heavy as she trudged through the hospital corridors, the antiseptic scent and muted beeps of machines her constant companion. She turned a corner, and her heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of her mother's frail form,her body weak as she lay on the bed, surrounded by the sterile glow of medical equipment.
Her mother's eyes, sunken and weary, met Emma's, and a faint smile flickered on her lips. Emma's throat constricted as she forced a smile back, trying to hide the desperation clawing at her insides. She approached the bed, her gaze drifting to the oxygen mask covering her mother's mouth, the soft whoosh of the ventilator scares her.
With a heavy heart, Emma turned away, her eyes drawn to the window. The view was breathtaking, a tapestry of city lights and stars twinkling like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse. But the beauty was lost on her. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of hopelessness.
Sinking into the chair beside her mother's bed, Emma let out a shuddering sigh. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she whispered, "I'm only 21...and yet I'm suffering like I've done something wrong for being in this world, cant I just be at peace for once? Why didn't he create me into the world of the rich? Why did he create me just to suffer and cry my eyes out." Her voice cracked, and she felt the dam break. Tears streamed down her face, hot and relentless.
"Oh God...what should I do? Thirty million dollars is beyond me, so beyond me" she said with tears, her head thrown back, as if expecting a miracle to descend from the heavens. Her body shook with sobs, the weight of her responsibilities crushing her.
Just then, her mother's hand stirred, the frail fingers extending toward Emma, she looked behind her and saw her mother's handing searching for her. With a jolt, Emma grasped the hand, feeling the fragile warmth and the faint pulse. Her mother's eyes, cloudy with medication and exhaustion, locked onto hers.
Emma's eyes locked onto her mother's, a desperate plea for help. "Please, Mother, you have to listen to me," she begged, her voice trembling with fear.
Her mother, once a pillar of strength, now seemed frail and uncertain. Emma's heart ached as she gazed at her, feeling the weight of her own mortality.
"If you die, it's over for me," Emma whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "I'll never get to experience life, to love, to truly live, you are my only source of living."
Tears streamed down her face as she grasped her mother's hands, her fingers intertwining with hers. "You have to help me, Mother. You're my only hope, just stay strong for me." She said her voice shaking.
"I'll do everything in my power to save you, Mom," she vowed, her voice weak but resolute. "I won't let you die. I won't let you slip away from me."
Emma's grip on her mother's hands tightened, a surge of hope rising within her. Maybe, just maybe, she could cheat death. Maybe she could live.
As they sat there, hands clasped together, Emma felt a sense of peace wash over her. She knew her mother would stay strong and fight for her life, Emma knew she would move heaven and earth to save her.
“Sweetie...don't cry, Emma," her mother whispered, the words barely audible over the machines. "I'll be okay...I promise, I will be very strong and back to my feet again."
Emma's tears redoubled at the familiar endearment, the one her mother had used since childhood. She felt like she was losing her grip on reality.
"I'll find a way, Mom," Emma vowed, her voice trembling. "I'll get the money. I won't let you down,you will survive I promise you, even if it costs me more than I can offer, I will make sure to get the money and you are going to be alright."
Her mother's gaze drifted away, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths. Emma felt a surge of determination. She would move mountains, beg, borrow, or steal – whatever it took to save her mother's life.
Emma's trembling fingers grasped the phone, her eyes fixed on her mother's fragile form as she waited for Natalie to answer. The ringtone seemed to stretch on forever, each passing moment amplifying Emma's desperation.
"Hey, girl! What's up?" Natalie's cheerful voice was a jarring contrast to Emma's anguish.
Emma's voice cracked as she spoke, "Natalie, my mom...she's sick. And I need help."
The line went silent for a moment before Natalie asked, "Where are you right now? I thought as much, you didnt show up tonight"
Emma's gaze drifted back to her mother, the beeping machines and antiseptic smell a harsh reminder of her reality. "I'm at the hospital. Mom's condition is critical. I need money,Lots of it Natalie."
Natalie's tone turned serious. "How much do you need?"
Emma hesitated, her mind racing with the impossibility of her situation, she didn't know if she should say it but then she tries to open up to her. She took a deep breath and whispered, "Thirty..."
Natalie cut her off, her voice firm but gentle. "Don't say it, Emma. I don't have that kind of money, where on earth do you want me to see thirty and above?... But I can help you with something."
Emma's eyes narrowed, her grip on the phone tightening. "What is it?"
Natalie's pause was palpable before she spoke, her words dripping with reluctance. "You are going to make alot of money if you are smart tomorrow and if you can join the next batch of strippers tomorrow..."
The words hung in the air like a challenge, Emma's mind reeling in horror. Her eyes widened as she stared at her mother, the machines surrounding her like sentinels. The word "strip" echoed in her mind like a mantra, her thoughts racing with the implications.
And without another word, Emma dropped the phone, her hand trembling as she backed away from the bed, her eyes fixed on her mother's frail form. The machines beeped on, a steady heartbeat that seemed to mock her desperation.
And then everything went black.
—“A stripper….” she said to herself“What did you say?” Natalie asked.“Nothing, nothing, thank you very much I am going to be at the club tomorrow night, I am staying with my mom just for tonight” she said Natalie nodded even though Emma couldn't see her “Bye then" she said and ended the call. ROBERT POVI gazed at my cell phone, my eyes heavy with exhaustion from a long day of work. The screen vibrated, but I didn't bother to check it, too drained to care who texted. Ryan, my friend and confidant, peered over from the adjacent couch, his voice low and conspiratorial."Robert..."I raised an eyebrow, my voice barely above a whisper. "Hmm? What is it?"Ryan's expression was serious, his eyes locked onto mine. "Sophia."My head snapped up, my gaze intensifying. "Sophia? What about her?"Ryan gestured to my phone, a sly smile spreading across his face. I picked it up, my heart racing with anticipation. Five new text messages from Sophia. My smile grew wider as I scrolled through the
Emma's eyes, red and swelled up from lack of sleep, fixed on the doctor as he delivered the devastating news. Her mind raced, trying to process the weight of his words. The machines surrounding her mother's frail body seemed to close in, their beeps and whirs a constant reminder of the ticking clock."Listen Doc. i truly understand and appreciate everything you have been doing for me but Please, Doctor, just give me today," Emma pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll bring the money tomorrow morning."The doctor's expression softened, and he nodded. "Fine, but I must warn you, Emma, time is running out, I am doing everything I can because I know you don't have anywhere to run to but I hope you meet someone who will truly and genuinely help you."As the doctor rushed out of the room, Emma's gaze followed him, her eyes locking onto the tall, imposing figure standing beside him. Robert, the man who the nurse rushed in because he arrived, heavens truly blesses some people.With
It was round 9pm, Emma gazed at her cellphone and the time was nearer, she stepped out of the house and walked towards the club way. As she stepped into the club, Natalie's eyes widened in surprise when she saw Emma. "Hey, you actually came," she said, a sly smile spreading across her face. Emma nodded, my heart racing with anticipation, feeling unease and uncomfortable.Natalie's gaze roamed over me, her expression softening. "You don't look too good,Emma, are you sure you wanna do this?" she asked, concern etched in her voice.Emma nodded,her jaw set in determination. "Yes, ofcourse, I will, I have to so that my mother could live, this is the only chance I have now and I dont wanna screw it up, I have to try my best and to whatever it takes if only it's just for tonight."With that, Natalie took her hand and led her into the dressing room. They had only 30 minutes to get ready, and the air was thick with tension. A flamboyant man, dressed in a sparkling outfit, greeted us with a war
EMMA POVThe room was dimly lit, the faint hum of the neon sign outside casting a soft,flickering glow through the half-drawn window. His heartbeat echoed in my ears, so loud I could barely hear the low rumble of his voice."You're a virgin?" Robert’s question hung in the air, as if suspended by the weight of his disbelief.I nodded, unable to trust my voice. My throat felt dry, and my hands trembled slightly, though I quickly folded them in my lap, hoping he wouldn’t notice. His face, which had been calm, even smug moments earlier, was now an unreadable mask of shock and concern. He shifted his weight off me, sitting up abruptly as though the words had physically knocked him back.He repeated, softer this time, almost as if asking for more confirmation, guess he didn't believe the truth "A virgin?"His eyes searched mine, as though he were looking for some sign that I was joking, or playing some pranks, lying. But I wasn’t. It was actually the truth. I had never been with anyone, not
EMMA POVWe both laid on the bed,our body naked, Robert turned off the light and laid on me I was scared at first but then I realized that I was the one who wanted, he dipped it in but it wasnt entering, it was very hard and painful but then I told him to kept trying.Finally.So this was how sweet sex is.Robert's eyes locked onto mine, filled with affection, love and understanding, even though my reasons for being there wasnt good. His gentle touch sent shivers down my spine as he guided me to the couch."I want your first time to be special," he whispered, his warm breath caressing my ear.My heart fluttered. I have never been in this situation before, I dont even know how it feels like but now I know.Robert's fingers intertwined with mine, his thumb tracing soothing circles on my palm. His gaze never left mine, filled with adoration."Are you sure? You are bleeding already. Should I stop? Or I should keep going" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.I nodded, my voice caugh
EMMA POVThe hospital doors swung open with a cold whoosh early in the morning, and I rushed inside, the scent of antiseptic, drugs and sickness filling my nose. My breath came in short gasps, and my chest tightened. The money, I had it now, clenched tightly in my sweaty palm. I'd sacrificed everything I had—my savings, my pride, my future. But none of that mattered anymore I am grown. What mattered was my mom, who lay in a hospital bed somewhere in this labyrinth of suffering.I pushed past nurses and visitors, dodging gurneys and IV stands, my heart pounding as I raced toward Dr. Aaron's office. Each step echoed my fears. I was scared, terrified really, that this time I’d be too late. By the time I got there, I’d be greeted by solemn faces and bad news. My mind raced through the worst scenarios: What if she didn’t make it? What if I wasn’t fast enough? Then I sacrificed everything for nothing.But when I finally reached Dr. Aaron’s door, out of breath and frantic, I saw him sitting
EMMA POVBack at the hospital, the clock on the wall ticked mercilessly forward. Midnight had come and gone, and there was still no news. I had spent hours pacing the halls, my mind running through every possible outcome.Finally, just as I thought I couldn’t take another moment, the door to the operating room opened, and Dr. Aaron stepped out, looking tired but calm. I practically ran to him, my heart in my throat.“How is she? Is she okay?”Dr. Aaron took a deep breath. “The surgery was successful. We were able to remove the tumour, but... she’s not out of danger just yet, we can't be too relaxed. The next 24 hours are critical.”I nodded, relief washing over me in waves. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”He placed a hand on my shoulder. “She’s a fighter. You did everything you could. Now, it’s up to her if she will survive it or not, I am so sorry I also did everything I could.”I wanted to collapse right there, to let all the emotions that I had been holding back pour out of me, but
EMMA POV Before Natalie could respond, a nurse approached me, my face kind but serious. "Miss Emma? Dr. Aaron would like to have a word with you."I nodded, muttering a quick, "I have to go, Nat," before hanging up. I slipped my phone into my pocket and followed the nurse down the hall, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions, scared of what the doctor has to say to me this time about my mom's condition.Dr. Aaron was waiting for me outside the ICU. He was a tall man in his mid-fifties, with a calm, authoritative presence. "Emma," he greeted her, his voice measured. "Your mother’s surgery went well. We were able to remove the tumor successfully, but it was more complicated than we anticipated, so you dont have to be scared and put your mind at ease."I felt my heart skip a beat, he keeps making me happy and scaring me at the same time . "What does that mean?" i asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Dr. Aaron’s expression softened. "It means she’ll need ongoing care—more treatmen
The air in the car was thick with an unspoken tension, one that had grown since Alexander and Mia had received the call earlier that day. They had been in the midst of their normal routines when Robert, with a steady voice, had informed them that it was time. Time to visit their mother. Time to hear the truth.The truth.Both of them had lived with the quiet discomfort of knowing something wasn’t quite right for years, but they had never dared to look closer. Now, the call had come, and there was no turning back. They were going to face their mother, and they knew—on some level—that this visit would shatter whatever image they had left of her.Alexander, the eldest daughter, sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window. His eyes were tired, his face drawn, and though he was only in his early twenties, the weight of the last few months had aged him. Mia, the middle daughter, sat in the back, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She was fifteen, but there was a maturity to her
The sound of Emma's breath was ragged, shallow, as she struggled against the ropes that bound her wrists. Her mind was racing, frantic with the knowledge that she had been trapped once again. The tightness in her chest had nothing to do with the rope, but everything to do with the realization that she had been caught in a web so tangled, so insidious, she had no idea how to escape.It had started as a day like any other. After hearing the news of Natalie’s death, Emma had tried to move on. Tried to believe that the worst was behind her, that the nightmare of manipulation, lies, and fear was finally over. But in a twisted turn of fate, the very thing she had hoped for had become her worst fear.She had thought they were free. But they were far from it.The sound of footsteps echoed through the empty warehouse, and Emma's heart skipped a beat. She barely had time to react before the door to the room opened. Standing there was James, his eyes cold, calculating."So, we meet again," he sa
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains of Ava's apartment, casting a golden hue on the empty space. It should have been peaceful—a quiet, calm morning. But for Ava, it felt anything but. The air was thick with the weight of the news that had reached her just before dawn.She sat in front of the TV, her eyes glued to the screen as the anchor’s voice filled the room, the words she never thought she would hear reverberating in her mind.“...police have confirmed the death of Natalie Carmichael, 32, found in her apartment under suspicious circumstances. Sources say her death appears to be the result of foul play, and the investigation is ongoing.”The words barely reached her as Ava's gaze flickered to the coffee table where her phone lay, still buzzing with missed calls. The message was clear, but Ava couldn't quite absorb it. Natalie—dead. Ava felt a numbness settle over her, like someone had placed a heavy blanket over her chest. She closed her eyes, trying to make sens
The low hum of the city beyond Natalie’s window did nothing to calm her nerves. The pale glow of her desk lamp cast long shadows across the room, but they did little to chase away the tension that had been building in her chest all day. She had been expecting this. She had known it would come to this. But still, as she stared at the laptop in front of her, a sinking feeling twisted in her stomach.The truth was, she had always known the day would come when her little game would be exposed. She had built it carefully, piece by piece, all the while knowing the stakes were high. The laptop, with all of Carolyn’s secrets in her hands, was her lifeline. Every file, every detail, was carefully documented. Carolyn’s darkest fears, her hidden truths—they were all there. And Natalie had been holding onto them, knowing they would give her leverage when the time came.But now, she wasn’t so sure. Now, she felt more like a prisoner than a player in this twisted game. And that fear was growing wit
The dim light of the café flickered slightly as Carolyn sat at a corner booth, her fingers nervously tapping on the edge of her coffee cup. She had arrived early, more out of habit than necessity. She needed time to think, time to prepare. Her mind was still reeling from the conversation she’d overheard between Emma and Ava. There was something off about Ava—something dark beneath the surface. Carolyn couldn't shake the feeling that Ava had known more than she was letting on. And that unsettling thought had led her here, to this meeting with Natalie.It had taken Carolyn days to arrange it. The plan was simple: give Natalie the money she had promised, ask her what she knew, and—if the time came—take the steps necessary to protect herself. But even as she sat there, waiting, she wasn’t sure which version of herself would show up in the end. The woman who was still clinging to the hope of a happy, intact family, or the one who had begun to realize how deep the betrayal ran.Carolyn glan
The soft light of dusk filtered through the curtains, casting a pale glow over the room. Emma sat on the edge of her bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped around them as though trying to hold herself together. The silence of the house felt suffocating, like a heavy blanket that pressed against her chest, making it hard to breathe. The words the doctor had said kept echoing in her mind, each syllable a sharp reminder of the pain that had settled deep inside her, the loss that she couldn’t yet process, let alone accept.The doctor’s voice had been gentle, kind even, but the truth was still there, unspoken, hanging in the air between them. She would never be able to carry another child. The miscarriage had left scars deeper than she could explain, but it was the doctor’s words that had truly shattered her—words that spoke of a future that now seemed barren and empty. She would never experience the joy of a new life growing inside her, the miracle of childbirth. The thought h
The silence that followed Robert’s departure seemed to hang in the air, thick and suffocating. Alexander could hear the sound of her own breath, shallow and uneven, as though the weight of the moment was slowly crushing her from the inside out. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. Robert, her father, had turned away from her. He hadn’t even tried to understand. Instead, he had dismissed her, as if her words meant nothing, as if all the suspicion and doubt she felt were just the ramblings of an overreacting child.Carolyn stood beside her, a steady presence in the storm of emotions swirling in the room. Her mother’s touch on her shoulder was comforting, but it couldn’t quell the gnawing feeling of betrayal that had settled deep within her.“He’s not listening, Mom,” Alexander whispered, her voice barely audible. She felt the tears prickling at the edges of her eyes but refused to let them fall. She had no room for weakness right now. “He doesn’t believe me.”Carolyn said nothin
The house was quiet, too quiet. The air in the living room felt heavy, thick with the tension that had followed Ava’s abrupt exit. The muffled sound of footsteps moving from one room to another only served to amplify the silence, until Alexander was sure she could hear the sound of her own heartbeat. Carolyn sat across from her, still looking as though she were processing the events of the last few minutes. The room felt like it was closing in on her, the weight of suspicion and the terrifying unknown pressing in from all sides.She couldn’t shake the image of Ava’s face when she had asked her the question. The way Ava had looked at her, that brief flicker of panic, that brief hesitation, followed by the hard, impenetrable defense. It had all felt wrong, as if Ava were hiding something—no, concealing something. The more Alexander thought about it, the more it made sense. Ava’s insistence that she hadn’t done anything, the way she had tried to brush off Alexander’s accusations as if th
___The walls of the room felt impossibly close, pressing in around Alexander like a vise. Her heart raced, her mind spiraling, as the weight of what she had witnessed in the kitchen gnawed at her relentlessly. She wasn’t crazy. She wasn’t imagining things. She knew what she saw. Ava had done something—something that had caused Emma’s miscarriage. She could feel it in her bones, a deep, unsettling certainty that wouldn’t let go.But now, sitting across from Ava, she wasn’t so sure anymore. Ava had denied everything when she asked, had brushed off her questions with a calmness that only made Alexander more suspicious. Ava’s voice was smooth, too smooth, as if she were trying to convince herself as much as Alexander. The words that tumbled from her mouth were rehearsed, practiced—nothing but smoke and mirrors."I didn’t do anything, Alex," Ava said again, her voice soft but firm. "I’m not sure what you think you saw, but there was nothing in that chicken. I just added a little rosemary,