When we get to the hospital, the nurses and doctors are at the front with a stretcher and I run towards them with storm in my arms. I paced the halls and Enrique stood against the wall outside her room. The clique arrived asking questions to which we told them we had no answers. I wanted to yell at them but I knew that wouldn't change the situation. They should have let her deal with things herself because if they hadn't done this, she wouldn't have gone home to see him get married and wouldn't have felt overwhelmed or the need to come see me when I thought she was finally doing okay. They betrayed and broke her trust and how they were going to win it back, I didn't know. Storm was stubborn. I just wanted them to leave her alone. Hadn't they done enough damage as it is?
After sometime, the doctor came out. "She will be okay. She's stable now but we're running a few tests to make sure everything is okay. She should come around in sometime. But right now she can't be stressed out when she does eventually wake up. Her body is in a fragile state and will need to be on bed rest. That's all I have for you for now" he says and walks away abruptly before anyone can say anything. I knew her body was fragile. Hell! It was my fault. I should've stopped it sooner. But if it was getting to her she should've stopped me and I would've done so gladly. I tried talking her out of it but she refused to listen to me. It was either that or she would've went to that scum and I would never let her throw away her pride and dignity by going to her enemy.
After about 3 hours, the nurse came and told us she was awake and we all rushed into her room. Looking at her pale body that had black bags underneath her eyes. When she looked at us, her eyes were cold and had this icy look. The clique were quiet, watching her every move and perhaps were even afraid of how she'd react to their presence. "Storm we're sorry. Please forgive us. We just want you back. We are not the same without you. Please just give us a chance to make things right. We miss you-" began David. "yes Storm please, we won't interfere again. Just please forgive us. We just wanted to see you happy and I thought this would make you happy but I'm willing-we're willing to do whatever it takes to fix things. Just don't chase us yet please?" continued Isabella pleadingly.
As Storm opened her mouth to speak, the doctor walked in. Doctor Morellini. "Please can you all leave? I need to speak with Miss Hunter alone." He said with a serious look on his face. And with that we were all forced to walk out. I, however, stood outside the door and tried to listen carefully and cautiously. What was so important that he couldn't talk to Storm in front of us?
Storm's pov
I was going to tell the clique that everything's okay but just as I was about to speak, the doctor came in with a serious look on his face. I knew something was wrong but I couldn't figure out what it could be. Then I realised what if it was about the bruises and cuts from the lashings? What was I gonna tell him? I watched them all leave. But then I remembered who I am. I am the cold, heartless ice queen. I am in control. And whatever it was, I was going to deal with it. Once the door closed, Dr. Morellini turned to me.
"Right Miss Hunter, do you know where you are and why you're here?" I'm at the hospital...I trailed off trying to remember what happened. I remembered feeling immense pain and seeing Demetri's scared face..."Miss hunter are you in an abusive relationship?" no, I replied nonchalantly. "Then how do you explain how you have cuts and bruises all over your body miss Hunter?" I shrugged. Dr please just get straight to the point. I don't remember how I got it- I reply quickly, lying to him. He gives me this look before he continues on. "Storm, I thought you were past those things" he says shaking his head.
"Anyway Storm, that's not why I really needed to talk to you privately. I had some tests run and x-rays done...things aren't looking good. I thought you were taking care of yourself. You know the consequences of not taking care of yourself. I've looked at the scans and results; the hole in your heart is getting bigger. You still have some time until we'll have to do an emergency transplant but the next months are crucial for your health. You can't be stressing or straining yourself otherwise there's no telling what will happen. Do you understand?" he says with a worried look on his face. I'm stunned. I don't know what to say or how to respond to that.
Yes I am a multi-billionaire, I can get what I want whenever I want but at what cost? This was going to cost someone else's life. Perhaps God had listened to my prayers all those nights I cried myself to sleep wishing I were dead because things never seemed to get better. It was always one thing after another. I knew I had a hole in my heart, which is partly why I pushed Christian Gabriel away. He made me want to love again but I knew in the end if I ended up dying it would just cause him pain and I didn't want to have that short-lived happiness snatched away so quickly. Even with Damon, he was my first love and he broke me and although I had wanted him back, I wouldn't want to ruin his life. So I kept my condition secret. Dr. Morellini is the only other person apart from James that knows and he hasn't said anything to anyone. And I'd like to keep it that way.
Thinking about all this made me realise something, the next couple months I was going to make the best of everything. Starting off with making up with the clique-it would be hard but I would make it. I needed to get back in my routine. I wanted a child; someone who would continue my legacy when I died. Someone who would carry forward my businesses. Until then I would need to draw up legal papers just in case I die before I have my child and until my child was of age to take over the businesses, my brother would have to manage them. I wanted children. As soon as I'm out of hospital, I'm going to look at adoption agencies or maybe even a sperm donor although I'm not sure I'll even be able to carry the baby full term . That's something I'll have to discuss with Dr. Morellini at another time. My brother would have to take over my business with Michael and Spader's help along with Enrique. It's what seemed best even though I know it would be tough on him. But with my staff, I know he would make it especially since he'll have these three at his side to guide him if need be. So this was it then.
If I distanced myself from the clique they would know something is wrong. Not only that, but also it would save them all the pain from seeing me on my deathbed. I didn't want them to have to see me like that. However, I needed to have this closure and make sure in this time they knew that I loved them and appreciate them. I wanted that they remember the good times and see me looking happy and not hooked onto machines. And in that moment I knew what I had to do-hide my pain and give them the best memories whilst I was dying slowly but surely.
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The Billionaire's Secrets
Fantasy"I want you to fuck me Mistress, until I forget my name but never yours..." Storm has secrets and a horrifying past. She's known as the Ice Queen; ruthless, cold and heartless. During the day she's an Ice Queen ruling the business world and at night...
