Love, Lies and Billionaires

Alexander rushed through the white hall, knocking into one or two nurses as he did, but he didn’t seem to notice. His eyes were forward and focused on his destination.

The guard who followed behind, though supposed to keep a reasonable distance, was now unable to catch up with him, as he was approximately flying.

“Oh, my god!” an elderly lady who looked like a ward cleaner screamed as Alexander’s sprinting startled her, making her run into her own waste trolley.

He just dashed past her and ran to a door. He turned the handle, but it did not budge. He tried again while trying to hit it with his shoulder, trying to break it down.

“The fuck?” He yelled and moved to the large transparent window. “Hey, get your filthy hands off him” he banged on the window and screamed at the men in white coats who stood around his dad’s bed.

“If I get through this door, I promise I’ll have your heads.” He went back to the door and tried again, hopelessly. “I’m warning you,” he raged, banging more profusely on the window.

One of the doctors turned to him and made a gesture that they’ll soon be done.

“Don’t play with me, man. Open this fucking door right now,” the ordered and continued his struggle. Alexander turned to the guard who had just come up beside him. “Well, don’t just stand there, break this fucking door!” he screamed.

The man took over, using his entire weight on the thick door. By this time, they’d managed to gather a crowd.

Alexander hurried over to the window again and peered through. “No, don’t you touch that-don’t you-”

Beeeeep!!! “Fuck!” Alexander screamed.

Bam! The door was down. Alexander immediately shoved the guards aside and dashed into the ward.

“No, dad!” He yelled as he tugged at the tubes and masks attached to his body. His face turned red and large veins popped up on his forehead. “No, no. What have you done?” He said, attaching and detaching what his hands could reach.

Sir-”

“Shut up” he yelled at one of the doctors who tried coming close to him. “Dad?” He shook the man on the bed when he was satisfied with what he was doing.

“Dad, dad. No!” He screamed and slowly fell to his knees, burying his face in the bed sheet. “You’re not supposed to go this way,” he muttered, his voice shaking with suppressed tears.

After a moment of silence with all the doctors watching with gloom on their faces, Alexander stood up and wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his shirt and turned to one doctor, who seemed like the superior.

“I had so much respect for this institute. Why this?” His voice was now surprisingly normal.

“I am so sorry, sir. It was really hard taking this decision, but we were only obeying orders.”

Alexander’s eyebrows raised in anger, grief, and curiosity. “Orders from who?”

*****

“Cheers to success!!”

“To success!” They all chorused as their glasses clinked together. Maren was the first to put hers to her lips and down half the glass.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“This is one of the best decisions you’ve ever made, girl,” Nella said, taking a sip from her glass. She tucked her golden hair, which Maren had just discovered was dyed, behind her ear as the wind threatened to make a part of what went into her mouth?

“I know, right?” Maren replied with a broad grin on her lips.

“Man, this would have cost a fortune,” Nella remarked, looking around the massive garden for the one millionth time. “Right?” She turned back to Maren.

Maren looked away and smiled, bringing the glass to her lips like it would save her from answering the question.

Nella raised a brow. “That’s really suspicious. How much did this cost?”

Maren almost choked on a laugh and put down the glass on the table at which they sat. “I mean, look around you. Does this come cheap? Just a few million. It’s not that big of a deal”

“Oh my god, Maren. You’re one of them now.” Nella said with a hearty smile on her face.

“I don’t get it. One of them?”

“Those bastards with a one glass thingy on their eyes with fancy walking sticks, bitch. You’re one of those billionaires now. You’re unstoppable!”

“Hey, not so fast, baby steps.” Maren said, though deep down, she’d repeated those words over and over in her head.

“This isn’t baby steps, Maren. This is massive” she took a sip of her drink as silence engulfed both of them with only the sound of the rustling trees and chirping of birds being heard.

Nella picked up her phone and began swiping through while Maren was all jumpy and screaming with joy in her head.

“Do you think you’d be able to do all these if you had stayed married to alexander?” Nella suddenly spoke.

Maren turned away, her mind drifting from being blank to having an answer, then repeating the process again.

She blinked a couple of times and stared down at her drink like it held the answer.

Nella suddenly looked up from her phone. “Oh my god, I really meant no harm. It’s fine if you don’t want to answer,” she said innocently.

“I and Alexander’s relationship was great for so long and honestly, what I felt for him was genuine. Alexander is not a limiting person at all, he’s just really competitive in a really frustrating way.”

“For the short time I got to actually know him, I-”

“Maren”

Both women turned towards the voice and met Mrs Sharppe with a grave look on her face.

“What’s wrong, mom?” She asked as the woman walked closer to where they sat.

She grabbed a nearby chair and joined them at the table, then handed over her phone, which they had just noticed she was holding.

“-that the doctors at his family hospital confirmed the death of Mr. Philip Blackwood in the early hours of yesterday.” His son, Alexander blackwood-”

“Oh, my god!”