I spent the entire night deep-diving into Miles Rochefort's life. To my shock, I discovered that his fiancée, Celine Adler, was the daughter of Stanley Adler, one of the richest men in the country. Adler owned the massive Adler Corporation, and I had no idea Miles was connected to such wealth. Turns out, his father, Benjamin Rochefort, is also a billionaire, owning a chain of luxury hotels. His older brother, Lennon, runs the family business now that their father is retired. My head spun with all this new information—I didn't expect him to come from such an elite family.
I don't know when I finally fell asleep, but I woke up around 6 a.m., my mind still racing with thoughts of Miles. Groaning, I forced myself out of bed, showered, and got ready to meet my friend, Luna.
"Luna!" I called out when I saw her in front of the mall.
"Oh my god, Janieee!" she squealed, running to me. We hugged and laughed, catching up after so long.
Luna and I met in college through mutual friends—she studied business, and she's always been well-connected. We shopped for hours before grabbing dinner at a cozy restaurant. As we ate, I couldn't help but bring up the Rochefort family.
"Luna, do you know the Rochefort family?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
She gave me a sly look and grinned. "Yeah, why? Want me to hook you up with one of the brothers?"
"No, it's not like that," I said, rolling my eyes. "It's just that one of the doctors I work with is a Rochefort."
Luna's eyes lit up. "Which one of the brothers?"
I was confused. "What do you mean?"
She laughed. "The Rocheforts have five children. Lennon, the eldest, runs the family business. Then there are Miles and Alyssa and the youngest boys are called Dylan and Jeremy."
"It's Miles," I muttered, and Luna's expression changed instantly.
"Miles Rochefort? His family disapproved of him becoming a doctor. They wanted him to take over the business once he's married, but he went his own way," she said, her voice a mix of awe and intrigue.
The conversation lingered in my mind as the night went on. After dinner, we went to a bar, had a few drinks, and called it a night. But as I walked home, I couldn't stop thinking about Miles. He'd been in my head for weeks, and now I couldn't shake him loose. I must be going insane. I've even been dreaming about him.
By the time I reached home, I was mentally drained. After a quick shower, I collapsed into bed, hoping for a quiet Sunday. But that hope shattered the moment Dad knocked on my door.
"Whhhhat? It's Sunday! I'm sleeping!" I groaned.
Without answering, Dad opened the door and said, "Someone's here to see you."
I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the door, only to freeze in shock. "Nathan?" My ex-boyfriend stood there, looking as desperate as ever.
"Jane, please, give me another chance," he begged.
"No. That's it," I snapped, slamming the door in his face. The nerve of him! My peaceful Sunday morning was officially ruined.
Frustrated, I went to the kitchen for some water, but as I stepped in, I noticed something off about Dad. He was sitting at the table, staring into space, completely oblivious to my presence.
"Dad? Is something wrong?" I asked, concerned.
He snapped out of it, forcing a weak smile. "I'm just not feeling well."
"If you're sick, we should go to the hospital," I suggested, my worry deepening.
"No, no need for that," he said quietly before getting up and leaving the room.
Something felt wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I was making coffee, still thinking about Dad's strange behaviour, when I suddenly heard a loud crash from the living room.
"Dad?" I yelled, rushing out of the kitchen. My heart dropped when I saw him lying on the floor, motionless.
"Dad! Dad, wake up!" I screamed, dropping to my knees beside him. My hands shook as I tried to shake him awake, but he didn't respond. Panic surged through me.
I sprinted to my room, frantically searching for my phone. Where was it?! My heart pounded in my ears as I tore through my things until I finally found it next to a stack of books. My fingers fumbled as I dialled 911, my voice barely steady as I explained the emergency.
The next ten minutes felt like an eternity. I couldn't stop crying as I watched Dad, lying there helpless, his face pale and still. When the paramedics arrived, they quickly assessed him and rushed us to the hospital. My mind was spinning—this couldn't be happening. Not to Dad.
At the hospital, a doctor informed me that Dad had suffered a heart attack and needed emergency surgery. I could barely process the words. My entire world felt like it was collapsing.
I stood there, shaking and alone, watching as they wheeled him away. Tears blurred my vision, and all I could think was, Please, please don't let this be the end.
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Love is an illusion
Romance"If someone loves you, they'd never put themselves in a position to hurt you" . . . . . . *Not edited*