Despite the feud between their families, Anastasia Caradine finds herself saving Giovanni Hendrix. In doing so, the two find themselves falling in love with each other. But in this game, loving someone under their circumstances proves to be dangerou...
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Anastasia sat in her truck, contemplating on whether she would go into the hospital or not. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as her nails tapped against the steering wheel. She just had to perform CPR on her mother—something she learned during her years of school when she thought she would become a nurse if dancing didn't work out. She never thought she would have to use her skills on her own mother.
Tear streaks stained her face as she gained the courage to shut the engine off and get out of her Jeep. She locked the doors and started walking towards the entrance of the hospital. Once she was inside, she walked towards the elevator and pressed the call button. Armon had texted her and told her what floor they were on, so when she boarded the elevator she pressed the button for the third floor.
"How are you late getting here when we all left at the same time?" Armani asked.
"Don't start with me, Mani." Ana held her hand up at her and walked to the other side of the waiting room.
"This is not the time for that shit, Armani." Armon said as he stood from where he was sitting. He walked over to Ana and claimed the empty seat next to her, pulling her into him. "Fuck them. How you feelin'?"
"I'm okay."
"I can tell that you're far from okay, Stasia." Armon said to her. "You're allowed to fall apart."
"I just want to be normal." Anastasia mumbled, looking away from her brother. "I'm tired of arguing every time I come around my father. I'm tired of not feeling love for the man that helped create me."
"I feel your pain, Ana."
"Caradine?" A bronze toned woman called out as she looked around the waiting room. Her white coat decorated her body, her honey blonde hair cut in a short and curly style.
Everyone shot up from their seats and rushed over to her. They were all anxious to know about Yolanda's condition, hoping that it wasn't anything too critical.
"I'm Dr. Bourke, Mrs. Caradine's cardiologist. She had a heart attack. She's stable for now, but we would like to keep her for observation." She spoke, her tone holding seriousness. "She's awake now if you would like to see her."
She led the family to Yolanda's room and closed rhetorical door behind her as she left. The family surrounded Yolanda's bedside as she made herself comfortable in her bed.
"How are you feeling, love?" Anthony asked, reaching for his wife's hand.
"Look at where the hell I am and ask me that again." Yolanda snapped, snatching her hand away from him. "You and your shit is the reason I'm in here."
"Me?" Anthony put his hand over his chest as he looked at her.
"Yes. You are making our children want to deal with you less and less." Yolanda told him.
"Not me, daddy." Armani patted him on the back before she walked over to the chair near the door.
"They just wanna be rebellious." Anthony scoffed, folding his arms across his chest.
