CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE: Time Is Up, Princess.

“What are you talking about, I'm not owing you any money at all.” I say to Roman trying to think of a time when I had needed money from him. Could it have been those two years I can't seem to remember anything about?

One of Roman's goons at his indication steps forward and hands me a brown-colored file.

I stare at the file in his hands for some time before finally taking it from him.

“You might want to sit down for that.” Roman says in a mocking tone.

I glare at him before sitting down on the single chair closest to me.

I flip open the file and read the heading which says, “Accrued Medical bills.”

I frown as I read the figures which must be obviously exaggerated. Just for an upgrade in room costs fifteen thousand dollars per week. The drugs and everything including the extremely comfortable bed as well as the extra services of the nurses and doctor cost more than half a million.

I feel my eyes fill with tears and I feel lightheaded at the same time. How the hell am I going to pa