All Chapters of The Girl He Hates: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

KieraIt hurts when I move my arm. My head is also pounding with a headache. And if more than that, I am aching in my stomach too.I groaned, opening my eyes, only to find myself in a hospital bed with an IV drip in my arm. The bright lights and beeping machines around me made me realize that my situation was more serious than I had initially thought.I looked around the room, and no one was there, causing a sense of unease to settle in. I tried to recall what had happened before waking up in the hospital, but my memory was hazy at best.As memories started to slowly come back, I remembered puking blood and fainting on the bathroom floor, and then Jason brought me here, only for me to find that I had lost my baby.The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and tears welled up in my eyes as I processed the heartbreaking news. I moved my hand to touch my belly but felt nothing but emptiness. The emptiness mirrored the grief I felt in my heart, knowing that I had lost a piece of myself

Jason"Yeah, she is in the room," I called and informed Kevin as I laid Kiera on the bed."I am coming," he replied, ending the call before rushing to the room. I watched as Kevin entered, concern evident on his face as he approached Kiera."Kiera..." Kevin called, breathing heavily as if running all the way to the room. "Thank God you're saved," he mumbled, making his way towards Kiera, standing by beside Kiera's bed, ignoring me. I stood back, feeling a pang of jealousy at Kevin's obvious concern for Kiera. As he leaned in to check on her, "Don't scare me like that again," he whispered softly, relief evident in his voice.Kiera nodded her head with a smile plastered on her face, grateful for Kevin's presence. "I'm sorry," she replied softly, reaching out to hold his hand. Kevin squeezed her hand gently, his worry dissipating as he looked into her eyes with a reassuring smile."Fool," he mumbled, wrapping her arms around Kiera tight. "I'm just glad you're okay." Kiera closed her eyes,

KieraI have so many things that I have planned for my life: rebuilding my father's company, spending my time with Jason and Aria, traveling the world with my loved ones, and rebuilding my happy childhood memories with Kevin.I thought I had everything planned and was so happy until I realized that life doesn't always go as planned.Death seems to be knocking on my door, threatening to take away everything I hold dear. But I won't let it win. But sometimes all my hope and strength go to waste when I lie down in bed and sleep is nowhere to be found, my mind consumed with fear and uncertainty. And if, by chance, my eyes get heavy with sleep, nightmares of losing my loved ones haunt me, making me wake up in a cold sweat, fearing the worst. My mind is filled with nightmares of losing everything I love. I struggle to find peace and tranquility in the darkness of the night. My body aches with exhaustion, and no matter in what position I move, the restlessness persists.Sometimes, even breath

KieraThe morning sun's rays streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. The gentle light illuminated the peaceful scene, signaling the start of a new day.A new day or another day of me surviving to fight for my life. I opened my eyes, and I was surprised to see Aria staring at me with a warm smile on her face."What are you doing here, my love?" I asked, my heart swelling with love for her. She simply replied, "I was watching you sleep; you look so peaceful when you sleep, mama." My heart melted at her words, grateful for her presence in my life."Doesn't Mama look peacefully awake too?" I teased, earning a giggle from Aria. The sound of her laughter filled the room, bringing a sense of joy and contentment to the start of our day together. But to my surprise, Aria shook her head and said, "No, mama. These few days, you don't look so peaceful awake. You seem worried and tired. Is everything okay?" Aria said sadly, her concern evident in her eyes. "I want Mama to b

JasonThe doctor looked at me with a solemn expression before saying, "As expected, her lungs are not responding well to treatment. We may need to consider other options.""What other options are available?" I inquired, feeling a wave of fear wash over me.The doctor paused before explaining the possible treatments that could be considered, each carrying its own risks and uncertainties."Mr. Grey Even if your wife's cancer goes away, but the damage to her lungs is severe, she may need a lung transplant in the future," the doctor said gently.My heart sank at the thought of such a serious procedure, but I knew we had to explore all possible options for her health. The uncertainty of the situation weighed heavily on my mind as I tried to stay strong for Kiera. "Then find a pair of lungs for her," I said firmly, determined to do whatever it took to ensure Kiera's well-being."It's not as easy as it seems, Mrs. Grey's blood type, tissue compatibility, and availability of donors all play a