Evelyn was an amusing girl, hanging out with friends and living her best life with the man she deeply loved. But suddenly found herself in a hospital room, realizing she's been in an induced coma for her past six months.
Her sense of disability lea...
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Next morning, I woke up completely suffering from hangover. I took a shower, put on a white pullover and a black skirt.
As I went downstairs, I found Marcus and Mikhail chilling at the terrace, drinking coffee and eating sandwiches.
"Morning." I waved my hands, noticing the frustration that was shown on their faces as I frowned confusedly. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Mikhail said, as he smiled and took few steps closer to me. "I made you coffee and a sandwich before you head to work." he stated, offering them to me and I gladly took them with a smile.
Marcus sighed and then left the terrace, as though I was never there.
I pouted a bit, irritated. "Is he okay?"
"Don't worry." Mikhail said, glancing at him while he held his cup of coffee. "He's just disgruntled from yesterday's explosion."
"Oh," I mumbled, "I don't blame him, it was rough."
"Yeah." he nodded, taking a sip of the coffee as I glanced at his hand, realizing he had removed the bandage.
"Your wound!" I blurted, quickly grabbing his hand and taking a deep look at the palm. "It healed up already?!"
"It's gonna leave a small scar, though." he mentioned, as I gently caressed his palm with my thumb.
I then felt him quiet for a moment, gazing at me with wonder. "I'm sorry."
My eyes shortly met his gaze, letting go of his hand. "What?"
He ran his fingers through his hair, looking up the sky. "I'm sorry I've been a dickhead to you since you started staying at my mansion." he said, then he desperately looked down. "I was just going through a lot of messed up shit that I couldn't figure out till now. And it really pissed me off whenever you tried to blame me for something or stress me out even more."
"Well, I'm sorry I was acting that way." I said, twitching my mouth. "I just couldn't handle the way you treated me like a baby."
He let out a chuckle, still silently looking down with misery.
"Hey," I softly hissed, grabbing his chin slowly for his eyes to meet my gaze as I cupped his right cheek in my hand. "You know you can tell me anything, Mikhail."
"I know." he frustratedly murmured, nodding as he avoided making eye contact with me.
"Then what happened the night you came back all covered in blood?!" I gently asked, showing him that no matter what could have happened, I'd never judge him or blame him for anything.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes shut. "I had a killing mission. Don ordered me to murder a member who had betrayed him by stealing five million dollars and sending them to another mafia gang that threatened to kill all his family if he didn't do what they order." he said, nervously glancing at me as he stuttered to continue. "I was only supposed to torture him a bit, and then make shit up about how I couldn't been able to get rid of him at the right time. But things got out of hand, he was holding a knife with him and almost stabbed me but I managed to shoot him before that."
