George"A-apologies, Mr. Wickham, I let my personal feelings get the better of me," she stammers, quickly backtracking. "We would never leave your relative with someone incompetent, or give subpar care to our patients." She is covering her ass for her blunder, and despite how I didn't want her words to affect me, they did. That's my grandmother in there, and while she is hard on me from time to time she's still very dear to me. "I assure you, Mr. Wickham, those are experienced doctors in there. If you have any questions throughout the procedure, I can answer them for you." I'm about to ask about her own competence in this field when another doctor exclaims, "What is she doing?! A number 10 scalpel is much too risky to use for cutting the aortic valve. A number 20 would have been better for her capabilities. Is she trying to botch this surgery?!" "Don't tell me–is she attempting to replace the valve completely? With the patient's age and current diagnosis, that's risky!" "C
Ella George blinks as if in surprise, not expecting such a question from me. "Well, Dr. Reina, you might not know this but Mr. Wickham is a patron of the hospital. When his grandmother came into our care he asked us to be transparent with her treatment." "A bit too transparent, possibly," Jacob says coolly before looking at Dr. James. "R-right! Well, I should be getting to my next appointment. Then–Mr. Wickham, Dr. White–Dr. Reina." Dr. James hurries away, leaving the three of us alone, and I'm honestly not sure if this is worse or not."I have to admit, I'm a bit impressed, Mr. Wickham. Not just anyone can stomach watching an operation, especially on a loved one," Jacob says, "Well, I'm certainly not anyone, now, am I?" He turns his attention to me, but I don't cower; I straighten my spine and face him head on. "What I'm surprised about is that you were one of my grandmother's surgeons." "How so?" I ask, crossing my arms. "I didn't expect you to understand medicine."
EllaIt's nine in the morning as I stand outside the extravagant entrance of the family mansion and my mom pulls up in a custom-paint-job metallic red Rolls-Royce. "Baby, what are you wearing? I told you we were going somewhere special today." I laugh as my mother complains, all in good nature. Apparently designer clothing isn't enough and she was expecting more than jeans, boots, and a cashmere sweater. Mom's always been like that. She's fond of big gestures and extravagant things, and it's not like our family doesn't have the money for it. For her it's a travesty that her daughter doesn't even have an expensive piece of jewelry or let alone a bag that's worth someone's monthly salary. She was particularly horrified to learn that George never spoiled me with presents. "Mom, you also said it was a family affair today, relax. I promise I'll bust out the gowns for a special occasion." "I'll hold you to that, Ella. Your birthday's coming up after all, and I want it to be pe
EllaI awaken to the bright light streaming into my room. I groan quietly as I sit up, rubbing at my eyes as my mind comes back into focus. It's not just morning, but the party my mother's been planning.I haven't necessarily been looking forward to this, but I know my mother is. After years of silence between us, the idea of throwing together a party for her daughter must bring her incredible joy. And it makes me feel... good.I bring myself out of bed and walk slowly to the mirror on the opposite wall. Do I look another year older? Because I don't feel it. I don't see the age change either. I take a deep breath as I watch my reflection copy me. I let the air out and nod."Let's get this day going," I tell myself in the mirror.I quickly dress, putting on a simple pair of jeans, a light blue cotton t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. Nothing fancy. Just Ella looking back at me."Are you awake, darling?" I hear January call out. She knocks on the door. "I have a surprise for you do
EllaTaylor and I get everything situated, and we return to the banquet hall together. Jessica and her mother are still whispering to one another about who I could possibly be, but I continue to ignore them. Taylor, however, gives me a perplexed look as if to ask me what the hell is going on.I give Taylor a shrug while she quickly steals a glance at the other two. I raise an eyebrow at her, but neither of us says anything. I'm honestly incredibly curious to see how Jessica will attempt to ask for my contact information later. It'll only take her so long to figure out I'm the woman who just divorced her brother, after all.Not only that, but the fact they don't even recognize me just proves they never gave a damn about me in the first place, just like she proved at the club. Good riddance to those terrible, pathetic women.As we're about to walk through to the banquet room again, I hear another voice call out."Ella!" I turn on my heels to see my best friend approaching me w
Ella"Kingston Reina," someone murmurs near me. "The financial tycoon?" another person asks quietly.The room is split on what exactly is going on, and I turn my head to follow the trail of conversation. However, it's quickly stifled by my father's voice again."I'm only going to ask one more time," Kingston Reina demands of the crowd that has formed, silencing those around us. "Who the fuck is spreading lies about my family during my daughter's goddamn birthday?"It is unlike my father to swear, so I know he must be furious.Jessica, who has since been released by the security guard, marches straight up to my father without any shame. She must seriously have a death wish if she's approaching him with this much gusto."That WOMAN," she sneers, jabbing a finger in my direction, "has stolen from the Wickham family! She isn't even clever in hiding her crimes! I should have known she'd do something this pathetic and vindictive; obviously, she's a fake and has been hiding the trut
JessicaI'm seething in rage as I leave the room, my mother following me all quiet. And why wouldn't she be when we were publicly embarrassed because of that–that woman! The only good thing is that most people are in the banquet hall instead of hanging around one of the dressing rooms but too many still saw what went down. That is MY mother's necklace, I know it! George had that custom made for her and she wouldn't sell it. Especially not to that haughty thing!I don't know who she is but she is obviously someone if Kingston Reina of all people defended her. She looks like George's ex, but there is no way some orphan trash like her would ever be able to afford to step into that store let alone look at it!That woman... no, she couldn't be Ella, I refuse to believe it! It was just a look-alike, an irritating, smug bitch of a look-alike sharing her name, but just a look-alike. Nothing–nothing more than that.Besides, take me to court?! Ha! My brother is the best in the busine
EllaInheriting the company and everything that belongs to the Reina name is a big responsibility, one that our parents have been talking about our whole lives. Vinny and I are technically the only heirs to the family fortune and family company, so we have come to expect something like this, but it is a lot of responsibility. Back then, we were both more focused on doing our own thing and living our own lives, and our parents had been fine with that. Vinny had his mechanical engineering business and his movie studio, and I had my doctorate. Now that our parents are getting older, they're looking to retire, to have someone they trust to hand everything over to, so we all talked about it as a family. Me inheriting everything was the culmination of a talk that went on for almost a month. Vinny has his own accounts and his own salary that won't run dry anytime soon, and if he ever needs more all we have to do is call the bank to facilitate the transfer. As for me, while I'm go