OLIVIA
“I’m sorry, but he needs urgent surgery to survive.” The doctor said.
My mother choked on a sob, staggering backwards so violently that if I hadn’t been holding her, she might have fallen to the ground.
After hours of worrying, waiting and praying, this was not the sort of news we’d hoped to hear concerning my brother’s health. I felt goosebumps spread over my skin, my heart dropping at the realization that my brother might die.
“Please, doctor..” I stepped forward, my hands trembling. “There has to be another way to save my brother. Please help us.”
The doctor shook his head. “Unfortunately, the damage is too deep. Surgery is the only way out. And I’d advise you to hurry because he has less than twelve hours to live without surgery.”
My chest felt tight as I fought back tears of my own. I shut my eyes briefly and tried to breathe, but it seemed impossible right now. I was feeling way too much, way too soon.
It felt like my world was crashing down on me, and if I weren’t careful, it would end right before my eyes.
Where was I supposed to get the money to book my brother for neurosurgery? Even if I poured my life savings into it, it wouldn’t amount to even five percent of the bill.
And even if I got the money, how would I find a neurosurgeon who would book my brother within twelve hours? We would at least pay twice the normal f*e to bypass the list.
I felt tears spring to my eyes, but I forced them back in for fear that my mother, who was still sobbing quietly beside me, would see me cry. If I broke down in front of her, it would only make this so much worse to deal with.
As I watched her cry and lament, I knew that if anything happened to James, she would not be able to survive it. I scooted closer to her and took her hand.
“Mom, we’re going to save him,” I told her, even though my voice was cracking. “Nothing will happen to James. I will find a way to get the money. Stay here and wait, okay?”
She nodded and hugged me, her tears soaking my shirt.
I dashed out of the hospital immediately, heading straight to a loan agency I had seen a few streets away. But before I could even finish explaining my purpose of taking a loan, I was rejected.
I couldn’t give up, so I headed to the second loan agency. I broke down in tears while begging and explaining, but again, I was rejected. I already had outstanding debt, and as a student, I had no reliable means of repaying the loan. It was a reasonable decision, but for me, it was like a death sentence.
I was stranded and completely alone, with nowhere else to turn to. I couldn’t just give up. I couldn’t let my brother die.
My last option was to head to where I worked. It was not far, so I walked the short distance to the Michelin restaurant where I served as a waitress.
I had been working there for months, so I hoped that would give me some leverage. I tried not to expect too much, but I hoped my manager could give me a year's advance. I didn’t mind not getting paid for a year as long as my brother stayed alive.
I headed straight to the manager’s office as soon as I arrived, only to find him coming out at the same time.
“Good morning, Mr Gu. I was hoping to talk—”
“Ah, Olivia. Thank God you’re here and just on time too. We need extra hands here.”
I shook my head quickly. “I am not on duty today, sir,” I explained. I came here to see you, to beg you for a favour.”
Mr Gu turned up his nose. “You can either meet me after you join to serve the important guest we have, or you can forget about it and enjoy your day off.”
Left without a choice, I nodded. “Okay. I will help out.”
Grabbing a spare uniform from the storage room, I headed to the kitchen, where the head chef was already waiting.
He handed me a tray and gestured to the main area beyond the door. “Be careful. It’s for a very special guest.”
I nodded. I already knew that only the top 0.1% of the city came to this restaurant, so since this guest was special, I assumed that he must be among the 0.0001%. I balanced the tray in my hand and stepped out of the door, my mind still swarming with thoughts.
I tried not to think about how much time had already passed in the twelve hours my brother was given to live, or I would burst into tears. I silently prayed that Mr Gu would sympathize with me enough to give me the advance.
I reached the middle of the restaurant when suddenly, I slipped. I tried a second too late to balance the tray in my hand, but I fell, the food flying everywhere.
Bile rose in my throat as I stared at the mess, too terrified to make a move. With my heart pounding in my ears, I looked up to see who the special guest was. There were no words to describe the rate at which my heart dropped when I saw the familiar face of the man sitting at the table, his ocean-blue eyes piercing through me.
Christian Blackwood.
There was not a soul in the entire city who did not know him. Christian was the grandson of Mr. Blackwood, a trillionaire and one of the wealthiest businessmen in the country. He was the CEO of Blackwood Air, Blackwood Distribution, and Blackwood Hotel.
He was a powerful, ruthless businessman and a playboy—possibly the most eligible bachelor in the entire city. He was the last person I would ever want to offend, and now that it had happened, I knew I was dead.
I was going to be in so much trouble. Not only would a bad review from him negatively affect the restaurant, but it would also make Mr. Gu sack me. There was no hope of getting the advance for my brother’s surgery now.
I threw myself to the ground before him. “I’m so sorry, sir. Please forgive my incompetence. It was an accident..”
I was still pleading when the door behind me swung open. I saw Mr. Gu fall to his knees beside me and begin to plead. Christian’s gaze fixed on us both for a few seconds before he finally cleared his throat.
“Leave,” he told Mr Gu. “The girl stays.”
Mr Gu obeyed and left, leaving just me and him. I felt tears in my eyes as I wondered what he was going to do to me. Would he blacklist me? Then my life would be truly over.
“Sit,” he said.
I obeyed, although I was still trembling with fear. “I’m sorry—”
He raised a hand, and I took that as a signal to shut up. Swallowing hard, I waited for him to speak. I could hardly look him in the eyes as I sat across him in the space that now seemed too small for both of us.
“What’s your name?” He asked with a deep voice.
“Olivia Carter…s-sir,” I answered.
“Olivia,” he repeated. “How long have you worked here?”
“Seven months.”
He nodded. “I see.” He leaned back in his seat, his eyes raking my body casually. “Why do you need a loan?”
My mouth fell open as I stared at him, lost for words.
“Don’t be shocked. I can see the loan request slip peeking out of your pocket.”
I quickly pushed it back in, looking down to hide my tears. “I need to pay my brother’s medical bills,” I revealed.
After a short pause, he asked. “What is your greatest desire, Olivia?”
I did not need to think about it. “For my brother to live. To get enough money to pay for his surgery.”
He nodded. “I can help you.”
“What?” I lifted my head in shock to look at him. Was I dreaming? Why would he offer to help me? Was this not Christian Blackwood?
“I can pay for your brother’s surgery, change your entire life such that you’ll never have to work a day in your life. But you will have to help me.” He said.
I stared at him in shock. What could I possibly do for a billionaire like him? “What can I do?” I asked, my fingers shaking.
He leaned in. “I want you to be my surrogate.”
Olivia’s POV I let the tears flow as I was wheeled into the penthouse with pretty stiff arms, the sound of my silent sobs filling the quiet, empty space. “Why?” I demanded in a hoarse voice. He heaved a sigh. “Olivia, this is not the—“ “Why did you lie to me? Why did you not tell me what actually happened with your grandfather?” “Olivia, it doesn’t matter.” “Of course it does! He’s stripping you of your positions, Christian. Ripping you of what you worked so hard to build. He’s putting Michael in charge! Does that not mean anything to you, or you’re simply pretending?” He ran a hand through his hair, frustration coming off him in waves. “This is exactly why I didn’t tell you!” I paused, sniffling. “What?” “I knew you’d react this way, and I didn’t want you stressing over nothing, so I decided you’d be better off not knowing what really went down.” “Look at you,” he gestured at my face, his face strewn with agony, “you’re crying and stressing over it already. You th
Olivia’s POV I let the tears flow as I was wheeled into the penthouse with pretty stiff arms, the sound of my silent sobs filling the quiet, empty space. “Why?” I demanded in a hoarse voice. He heaved a sigh. “Olivia, this is not the—“ “Why did you lie to me? Why did you not tell me what actually happened with your grandfather?” “Olivia, it doesn’t matter.” “Of course it does! He’s stripping you of your positions, Christian. Ripping you of what you worked so hard to build. He’s putting Michael in charge! Does that not mean anything to you, or you’re simply pretending?” He ran a hand through his hair, frustration coming off him in waves. “This is exactly why I didn’t tell you!” I paused, sniffling. “What?” “I knew you’d react this way, and I didn’t want you stressing over nothing, so I decided you’d be better off not knowing what really went down.” “Look at you,” he gestured at my face, his face strewn with agony, “you’re crying and stressing over it already. You think I want
Olivia’s POV“Are you really not going to let me see her?”He lifted his eyes, held my gaze for an inquisitive moment.“Grace, I mean. I worry for her, Christian. It’s sad and heartbreaking that I haven’t laid eyes on her since she got hurt, and because of me!”We were seated at the dining table, quietly munching a late breakfast. Christian had seemed deeply lost in his thoughts, barely saying a word to me.My sudden appeal didn’t seem to sit quite well with him.He heaved a small, frustrated sigh, then he dropped his fork and scratched his brow. “We’ve been over this as much as I can recall, Olivia.”“Please.”“I want you safe, don’t you understand that?”“Well am I going to be cooped up in here forever?” I argued in a slightly peeved tone. “Just let me see her, please. I need to see for myself that’s she’s doing fine.”After a bit more back and forth with him, he finally gave in.“But I’m letting you go see her only on one condition.”I paused mid celebration, narrowing my eyes on h
Olivia’s POV The last thing I’d expected to see was Christian standing there so…distraught. I’d hoped to see him standing there with a smile on his face, because even this symphony was pure melody to my ears. So maybe he felt the same? But no, he stood there, looking like he struggled with pain and admiration. I was so close to him now, but he just stared down at me with the same pain in his eyes, saying nothing to the question I’d asked. “Christian,” I called again, reaching up to tug at his fingers. “What’s the matter?” He finally heaved a sigh, wrapping his large hand around mine. “It’s nothing, Olivia,” he mumbled, a small smile playing on his lips. “I’m fine.” “That’s clearly not true.” I sounded adamant because that was how I felt about this situation. He wasn’t telling me something… He’d hurried out earlier, only to return now with a sullen expression. Did he think I hadn’t seen him leave? “Something happened,” I insisted, snatching my wrist away, “something you’re not
Olivia’s POVThe last thing I’d expected to see was Christian standing there so…distraught.I’d hoped to see him standing there with a smile on his face, because even this symphony was pure melody to my ears. So maybe he felt the same?But no, he stood there, looking like he struggled with pain and admiration.I was so close to him now, but he just stared down at me with the same pain in his eyes, saying nothing to the question I’d asked.“Christian,” I called again, reaching up to tug at his fingers. “What’s the matter?”He finally heaved a sigh, wrapping his large hand around mine. “It’s nothing, Olivia,” he mumbled, a small smile playing on his lips. “I’m fine.”“That’s clearly not true.” I sounded adamant because that was how I felt about this situation. He wasn’t telling me something…He’d hurried out earlier, only to return now with a sullen expression. Did he think I hadn’t seen him leave?“Something happened,” I insisted, snatching my wrist away, “something you’re not telling
Ophelia came by the house later this evening, smelling like peaches and fresh cider.“Olivia!” She shrieked the moment she saw me, half-flying across the sitting room to throw her arms around my frame in the wheelchair.“My God! I’ve missed you.”“Very much same here, Ophelia,” I mumbled into her bosom, inhaling the heady mix. “How are you?”“I’m great,” she responded with a swift swirl. “Don’t I look it?”“Of course you do, always.”“You look ravishing, anyway.” She played with my hair, her eyes crinkling at the corners. Anyone could see she really adored me. “I just can’t wait until you can join me in my countless shopping sprees again.”“Soon,” I gave her the most reassuring of smiles.“Come,” I pulled at her hand when the silence started to stretch uncomfortably long, moving towards the dining area, “I was just about to have dinner. Join me.”As she followed behind me, her eyes darted around carefully, almost like she sought out something. Or someone.Steaming plates of meatballs