All Chapters of All for the billionaire : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Just as promised, the doctor who attended to my feet took me to Gregory once he was stable enough to have a visitor. I am wheeled into his room due the wounds on my feet. The room is quiet when I enter and Gregory is asleep. His face is peaceful, void of any worry or pain. The doctor offers to get me some coffee but I decline. He leaves me be while I stare straight at Gregory, mulling over things in my brain. I am pulled to sleep after several hours of trying to sleep. When I awake I hear hushed voices around me. I fling my eyes open. “Ah good you're awake”. His voice has strength in it, nothing like what I assumed he would sound like. I do not respond to him. He continues. “I was about to ask for some help to bring you up on the bed with me”. He smiles at me. When I do not respond, he tells Oliver to get me some food. We sit quietly for several minutes as he types on his phone. My guess is he is responding to emails and carrying out work related affairs. Oliver returns with sandwic

You would think that was the last I saw of him. He returns back to me after returning the plate. “Er, what is it this time?”. I huff in frustration. He has that annoying smirk plastered on his face. It is safe for me to say that he has reserved all his smirk for me. “Relax angry bird, I came to tend to your wounds”. He raises a first aid box I didn't initially see. “Carolina can handle it when she is done with whatever is occupying her time”. He doesn't listen to me, instead he walks closer. “Cute”. He says plopping down on the bed like he owns the place. Actually he owns the place I groan internally. He gently places my foot on his thighs, pulling off the old bandage. He cleans around the injury before wrapping the new bandage. He does the same thing for the other foot. He places the old bandaged in a small disposable bag. Then walks over to my bathroom to wash his hands. When he returns I can't help but admire this fine specimen of a man. His sleeves are folded, two buttons of hi

You would think that was the last I saw of him. He returns back to me after returning the plate. “Er, what is it this time?”. I huff in frustration. He has that annoying smirk plastered on his face. It is safe for me to say that he has reserved all his smirk for me. “Relax angry bird, I came to tend to your wounds”. He raises a first aid box I didn't initially see. “Carolina can handle it when she is done with whatever is occupying her time”. He doesn't listen to me, instead he walks closer. “Cute”. He says plopping down on the bed like he owns the place. Actually he owns the place I groan internally. He gently places my foot on his thighs, pulling off the old bandage. He cleans around the injury before wrapping the new bandage. He does the same thing for the other foot. He places the old bandaged in a small disposable bag. Then walks over to my bathroom to wash his hands. When he returns I can't help but admire this fine specimen of a man. His sleeves are folded, two buttons of hi

Being confined to a room for days will make you appreciate the freedom you enjoy. I take careful steps out of my room towards the kitchen. I have been feeling hungry at night these days, so I sneak up at night to get some. Though I doubt I will be disturbing anyone seeing the mansion is so large that they would hardly hear me from their rooms. The hallways are quiet as I walk through, the same as the kitchen. I don't bother to put on the light. I have come to memorise the kitchen and the path to the fridge like my name. Once the piece of cake is on my plate I move to the living area. It's dimly lit like the rest of the house. “It's not going to work!Do you think I haven't tried”. It's Ellie. She is agitated with whoever she is speaking to on the phone. “You sound as if I haven't been trying on my part. Do you know how risky it is being in the midst of things?”. She whisper yells. She moves closer to where I am and my heart rate increases, for fear of her seeing me. Ellie relaxes on

I turn my head to Rosie and her eyes are round and wide mimicking my own. “shit” I mouth. “Who’s there?”. Someone shouts from inside. The sound of footsteps approached us. My heart is beating faster than I can process. This wasn't how I planned it. I was just going to sneak up on her and find out what she's up to. The sound of a gun being corked is heard and colour drains from Rosie's face. I bet my face mirrors hers “On the count of three we run”. I mouth to Rosie. She nods to my suggestion like an understanding child. “One, two, three, run”. I mouth to her. We both rose, hitting down the cans we hid behind. They have all realised that people were indeed in their territory. Various footsteps are heard as we run; they are after us. “Boom, boom, boom”. Shots are fired at us but luckily we've taken a left. Soon enough I find some men hot on our trail. “Rosie”. I call out to Rosie as we run. She briefly looks back at me before keeping her eyes on her track we need to split up. “what!