"RUINED WITH ME!" - Alexander Laurent
Alexander Laurent is a great businessman in whole Spain. He becomes cruel when nature takes away his precious thing from him. Now, he has his eyes on Nova. He wants to destroy her with himself.
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"I DON'T...
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"Who the fuck is it?" I muttered under my breath, clearly annoyed. I groaned in frustration as the continuous knocking on my door interrupted my sleep. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat up, rubbing my eyes.
"Alexander, please" a voice called out urgently from the other side of the door. My irritation evaporated instantly as I recognized the voice.
"Nova" I quickly got up and opened the door. Any irritation I had felt vanished when I saw her standing there, tears streaming down her face.
She threw herself into my arms, hugging me tightly. My heart raced as I held her, trying to comfort her. That's when I noticed he's here too. My arms instinctively wrapped around them both, and I began to rub her back, hoping to soothe her tears.
"Stella, why are you crying?" I asked gently, pulling back slightly to look at her. Her voice was shaky as she answered-
"A-Alexander! Ba-Baby is sick. His tem-temperature is so high." She choked on her words, crying out in one breath. It took me a moment to process what she was saying, but when I did, a surge of panic washed over me.
"What?" I yelled, the urgency and fear clear in my voice. I quickly placed my hand on the child's forehead, feeling the intense heat radiating from his small body.
"This can't be happening." I murmured to myself, my mind racing.
"Please, let's go to the hospital." She cried out again, her desperation tearing at my heart.
"Shhh, stop crying." I said softly, trying to stay calm for her sake. I hurried back into my room to grab my phone. As we descended the stairs, I quickly dialed Andre's number and he picked up almost immediately.
"What happened?" I heard his voice both over the phone and echoing from the living room where he was sitting.
"Andre, take out my car, fast." I said urgently, cutting him off before he could ask why. "Fast" I repeated, my tone leaving no room for questions.
He sprang into action, heading outside to get the car ready. I turned back to Nova, wrapping one arm around her shoulders.
Her eyes were still filled with tears as she looked up at me, her distress palpable. I gently wiped her tears away and guided her out of the house.
By the time we reached the car, the child was awake and crying as well. I quickly settled them in the back seat, making sure they were secure.
I was about to take the driver's seat, but Andre stopped me, insisting on driving himself. Reluctantly, I climbed into the passenger seat beside Nova.
"Stop crying, both of you." I yelled, my own fear and frustration spilling over. Both of them stopped crying, looking at me with wide, startled eyes.
I rubbed my forehead, trying to keep my own emotions in check. I took off my coat and wrapped it around the baby, trying to offer some comfort. She looked at me, shocked by the gesture.
