A Billionaire's Heartbreak

Poison

Crystal's POV

I opened my eyes before closing them again. The pain was still great but bearable. I hobbled out of bed after Ace had left for his own bedroom and searched for the kitchen, my stomach growling with hunger. I groaned when I arrived at somewhere that was not the kitchen and rolled my eyes before politely asking one of the maids where the kitchen was. She smiled and nodded before gesturing the opposite away. I internally sighed before thanking her and going on my way. I managed to get to the kitchen and grabbed a cookie. It tasted strange but I was too hungry to care.  Ace suddenly appeared out of nowhere, frowning at his huge IPhone. I hobbled towards the door when suddenly an arm shot out, stopping me from moving forward. A deep yet gentle voice whispered in my ear.

"Crystal"

I turned back to him, placing a fake smile on my lips. But in truth, I was feeling anything but happy.

"Yes?"

He frowned at my harsh tone and confusion was evident on his perfectly carved face.

"Why are you out of bed? Dr. Mark told you to stay in bed until you have fully healed"

"Dr. Mark isn't the boss of me"

"Yes. But since you live in my house temporarily, I get to tell you to do everything"

"Temporarily. Not permamantly"

"But you still live in my house"

"Your point is?"

"You will go to bed and stay there for at least two more days before you even think about going out the door"

"Am I ever going to win?"

"Nup"

I groaned slowly before limping towards the exit. Ace stood there triumphant, with a victory smirk. He leant against the door, watching me roll my eyes and walk away. I didn't need to listen to him, but I had suddenly felt a sudden spring of pain and I clutched my stomach in pain. I tried to call out but my voice came out less then a mere whisper. I clawed at the air, feeling my eyes become droopy and my hearing started to fade.

Ace's POV (Sorry for the changes in POV)

I walked out of my office, feeling exhausted my the amount of paperwork I had just done. But that's the way of the  business world. You either fail or succeed. There is no in between. I heard some noises in the kitchen and I frowned before walking over and watching Crystal scour the kitchen before her eyes landed on some cookies. They were strangely on the table and the lid was off as if someone had already touched it. I shrugged it off and entered quickly shooting my arm in front of her.

After our conversation and she walked out I wandered towards my study feeling a bit more energetic. I closed the door and slumped down onto my leather seat before eyeing the paperwork in front of me with annoyance. I grabbed my golden pen and started writing quickly. God, I hated the weekends. I huffed with frustration when I read a manager that took care of one of my hundreds of hotels had lost 2 million dollars on some stupid investment. I grabbed my phone, speed dialing my personal assistant.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Jacob, bring Mr Bruce on the line"

"Of course"

He quickly cut the call and joined the manager quickly. 

"Hello?"

"Mr Bruce, how nice to hear from you again"

"Oh-h. H-Hi, Si-Sir"

"Care to tell me why on earth you wasted 2 million dollars on an investment, WITHOUT asking me?"

"But-Bu-But Sir, I forgot"

He seemed to have gained confidence. I internally snorted. He thinks he can get away with that pathetic excuse? 

I cut the call and dialled Jacob again telling him to tell the manager that he was fired. I pinched the space between my eyes and groaned. I heard a soft thump outside my door, and I stormed over. I had specifically told my staff, not to interrupt me during my work. I yanked open the door getting ready to yell at the unfortunate staff that had gotten in the line of fire. Instead lay Crystal crumpled on the ground. I widened my eyes in surprise and summoned Dr. Mark immediately. He came with a questioning look but it disappeared after looking at Crystal. He stiffened and checked her pulse. 

"Is she alive?"

"Barely"

He cursed and quickly took out his phone before calling 000 and asking for an immediate ambulance. 

"What's wrong with her?"

"Poison"