DAISY’S POV
I jolted from the bed and sat up feeling nauseous while trying darting my eyes around the room. My eyes widened when I saw the ECG machine. All that happened flooded my memory as I clutched at my belly in fear.
I shrieked. “Is my baby ok? Is my baby ok!”
I began to scream. “Someone help me! Someone help my baby! Someone please help.”
I sobbed so hard as I shook with waves of fear on the bed. I didn’t know what was going on, but I could tell it wasn’t good. My baby was in grave danger.
A nurse rushed in not long after and tried to calm me down but I was too restless. As much as I struggled, I still felt the pinprick of a syringe injecting something in my neck. My head began to swim even again. I lapsed into unconsciousness once again.
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Someone had tried
DAISY’S POVMy escape the next day was certain, it being the Pack's festival and everyone most especially Max would be busy. There was no way on earth I would leave my precious babies in the hands of Jezebel. Not when she could harm them or make them go through a lot worse than I had gone through, during my stay. I settled on my bed, and almost immediately, a knock sounded on my door. It jolted me out of my thoughts, and I got up, crossed the room, and opened it. “Welcome back.” A maid greeted me, with a tray consisting of a plate of Parmesan roasted potatoes, butter, and meat broth in her hands.I looked down at the food, and sighed. Initially, I had no interest in eating as I wasn’t in any situation to desire food, but I was going to need the food for strength to escape. Dizziness due to hunger would ruin my plan. “Thanks.” I appreciated her, as I took the food from her, and she turned around to leave.At the very least, it was better for me to eat in my room than join any of the
DAISY’S POV.Four years laterI wiped the shelf, humming my current favorite song happily. My kids had completely scattered the house. “Nadia…” I began, but ran off. She had been playing charades all by herself, and had been spilling milk from her mouth as blood, as she completed a tragic scene. Yes, she was spilling milk on the floor I had wiped minutes ago. “What is wrong with you both?” I asked, leaving to get the mop. My adorable twins were the ones who gave me headaches all day, but they were my greatest joy, and best friends. I brought the mop and began to clean, but stopped as I noticed Nadia whispering into Aidan's ear furiously. They were scheming something again. Aidan burst into laughter, and I changed my decision to stop them.How could anyone be so adorable? The both of them giggled again, and looked at me. I smiled. I'd let them prank me all they want. They were just five, but gave me trouble ten times their age a day. “Mom, aren't we having an outing? You promised.
DAISY’S POV.Four years laterI wiped the shelf, humming my current favorite song happily. My kids had completely scattered the house. “Nadia…” I began, but ran off. She had been playing charades all by herself, and had been spilling milk from her mouth as blood, as she completed a tragic scene. Yes, she was spilling milk on the floor I had wiped minutes ago. “What is wrong with you both?” I asked, leaving to get the mop. My adorable twins were the ones who gave me headaches all day, but they were my greatest joy, and best friends. I brought the mop and began to clean, but stopped as I noticed Nadia whispering into Aidan's ear furiously. They were scheming something again. Aidan burst into laughter, and I changed my decision to stop them.How could anyone be so adorable? The both of them giggled again, and looked at me. I smiled. I'd let them prank me all they want. They were just five, but gave me trouble ten times their age a day. “Mom, aren't we having an outing? You promised.
MAXIMILIAN’S POVI sat in my study, pouring myself glass after glass of vodka. I had told myself I would stop after three glasses, but I couldn't stop. Finishing the whole bottle felt like my unspoken plan. I hadn't felt better ever since I saw the latest trend with childless couples. How dare they count me among them? I was going to have an heir, and soon. A sigh escaped me. That had been what I told myself for the past five years. I had talked about having an heir soon, and just that way, the years had rolled by. It made me wonder if things would have been different if Daisy had been found that night. It had been a night of extreme anger and helplessness. ~FLASHBACK~“Damn!” I yelled, grabbing the table cloth at once. The dishes, glasses, and cutlery had all tumbled to the floor, crashing, smashing, bouncing… Jezebel had been alarmed by the noise, and had screamed. My guards looked their fiercest, but I knew deep within them, they were trying not to crumble. “Say it again.” I
DAISY’S POVI felt chills running down my spine as I tried to walk far away from the company. I had come for an interview which I heard about, but to my shock, I saw Maximillian’s beta.My eyes scanned around for empty cabs as I tried to walk further from the company.“Shit! Why do they have to be scarce at this moment?” I said, under my breath, looking around and also watching my back to beware in case anyone was running after me, strangely.They were definitely going to spot me at this point if I didn’t find a cab. I knew soonest, they were going to look in my direction and would definitely recognize me.“Daisy!” I heard John’s voice and then turned towards his direction.I quickly walked close to his car and he opened up the door for me and got in immediately, hoping Nicholas and those men had not caught sight of me.“What’s going on? Been trying to get your attention for over two minutes back there, but you seemed troubled.” John said as he drove off.“Please take me home immediat
DAISY’S POV.I held Aidan in my laps, cradling him to me, as John drove us to the nearest hospital. He wasn't waking, nor showing any signs of response to me. All I could lay my hopes on was the faint sound of his heart beating. His hair was matted on his forehead in sweat, and it felt like my heart would burst out of my chest. With each thud, it felt louder, and more dangerous.The tears rolled down my restless eyes carelessly, and ceaselessly. Every part of me seemed to be jangling with nerves. I couldn't even concentrate on any other thing else than keeping him warm, like keeping him warm would ensure that he lived. “You need to calm down, Daisy.” John said, glancing at me through the rearview mirror.“Drive faster, John. Aidan’s leaving me.” I cried. “Nadia is right next to you. Would you have her crying too?” He asked, and I looked at Nadia, whose large eyes were spread wide in fear, and shock. I placed an arm around her shoulder, and cradled her warm body to me.She held Aida
MAXIMILIAN’S POV.“Together, I'm sure our joint company will be formidable.” Mr. Stein said, and I smiled, wondering if his offer was truly worth taking up. “I believe you had a scandal in the past. Don't you think I will get affected by it? I mean, when everyone learns we are joining hands to make something new, your name will come up, and when it does, your scandal will also come up.” I pointed out. His offer was a great one, but I needed to be certain I wouldn't have any regrets. “I was acquitted in court. You should remember I was found innocent.” He said immediately. “But do people think that way?” I asked, and he sighed. Years ago, Mr. Stein was accused of taking advantage of a twelve-year-old girl sexually. Everyone was quite sure he did it, and paid off his lawyers extra to lie for him. Some even speculated that he paid off the judge to judge in his favor. “It doesn't really matter what they think, does it? After all, our product will be irresistible, and once people test
JEZEBEL’S POV“Welcome back, ma’am.” My driver greeted me respectfully.“Let’s go.” I said, leaning back into the car seat. I gave a relieved smile, and found myself unable to stop thinking of Mrs. Brooke. Honestly, I didn't think it would be that easy, but it had been. “Stop, stop, stop.” I said, as I saw a wine shop. He parked the car, and I got down, brushing my wind-swept hair away from my face. Max would undoubtedly enjoy wine from his beautiful wife. I hummed a catchy tune, as I walked into the wine shop. “Welcome ma'am.” The lady at the cashier greeted me, and I walked past her to the wine shelves. My fingers trailed on the bottles, as I checked their names. “Old wine tastes sweetest.” I said to myself, as I considered the wine with dusty looks. I picked up a bottle, and went back to the woman, who cleaned the bottle with a napkin, before checking the price. I paid and drove home immediately. “Get me two tumblers for Max and me.” I said to a maid, as I arranged the tabl