Chapter 3 our arrangement

Chapter 3

I couldn't help but feel irritated when I remembered what happened earlier in the dance class. I took a deep breath, trying to forget what happened, but I was still worried.

Travis had already dropped me off at my house since it was late and our arrangement was over. But I couldn't settle down; I felt like something unpleasant was going to happen.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated.

"Hello?"

On the other end of the line, I heard Andrea's voice. [Cil.. you need to come to the hospital.]

I hurried to the hospital. When I arrived, Andrea took me to a room where I saw my mom sitting on a hospital bed, staring out the window.

I sighed with relief when I saw she was in good condition.

"Mom... What happened?" I approached her and sat on the bed.

She turned her gaze towards me. "I just felt a bit dizzy, Cecilia," she said weakly.

I exhaled deeply. "How about Dad?" I asked.

"Your father is fine, Cecilia..."

I moved closer and hugged her tightly. "Everything will be alright, Mom."

I couldn't help but be angry. I felt responsible for all this. The hospital that my parents worked hard for might be lost because of that man who's done nothing with his life except play games with mine. But at least, I can still fight back.

She pulled away from the hug and held my shoulders. "No, Cecilia. I know this hospital might eventually fall. I just didn't expect it to happen so soon."

I furrowed my brow.

"What are you talking about, Mom? I found an investor. What else is the problem?" I asked.

Mom just smiled, but sadness was evident in her eyes.

"Is it Travis Harrington you're referring to? Haven't you read the article? They had trouble in their company a few hours ago."

I clenched my fist. Nolan was really testing me.

My mom smiled at me, though sadness lingered. "The hospital is being sued, and it may have to shut down."

"What happened?" My heart raced upon hearing this. Is this another new problem?

Mom looked at me with a mix of exhaustion and worry. Taking a deep breath, she explained, "It's a complicated situation. The lawsuit has put a lot of pressure on the hospital, and the future looks uncertain."

I held her hand. "Also, dear, I found some papers suggesting that Chrolex Corporation is really involved."

I bit my lip.

Even though there's no paper evidence linking them to what's happening at the hospital, I know it because he admitted it himself yesterday.

"I don't want to pressure you about your relationship with Mr. Nolan Vasquez, but, Cecilia..."

That Nolan is infuriating. I will never allow him to do this to the hospital my parents worked so hard for.

"Don't worry, Mom. We'll get through this together. I'm here for you, no matter what."

Mom just smiled at me, but her eyes couldn't hide the sadness. "Given the current situation, I assume your meeting with Mr. Vasquez didn't go well?" Mom asked.

I looked away and gave a bitter smile.

I didn't realize how determined Nolan Vasquez is. I forgot how determined he is to achieve his goals no matter what. But I just don't like feeling frustrated and powerless around him.

"What did you both discuss?" Mom asked. She held my shoulders and turned me to face her.

"Cecilia..."

I smiled at my mom.

"Mom, I promise everything will be fine. I've got this," I assured her.

Mom's face showed even more worry.

"I'm okay with losing the hospital, but I can't bear losing you, my dear. We almost lost you seven years ago; don't forget that."

I forced a soft laugh. "Mom, what are you saying? I can take care of myself. I'm already twenty-six. I'm not a child. Besides, I won't let myself get lost again."

I hugged her.

I am the reason for this chaos. So I will be the one to end it. I hate to admit it, but I guess there's nothing I can do.

"But I have a request, Mom." I pulled away from the hug.

"What are you planning?" she asked, worried.

I took a deep breath.

"Trust me, Mom. I have a plan."

My plan starts tonight. Nolan Vasquez, I'll make sure you regret bringing me back into your life.

At midnight, dressed in a black leather jacket, with my hair tied back in a ponytail and wearing a face mask and cap, I got into my car.

Just yesterday, he proposed marriage once more, and I initially thought I could handle the situation without giving in to his demands. However, I reached my breaking point. He had pushed us to the edge of ruin.

I couldn't remain passive any longer; I had underestimated him. I knew he would persist until he achieved his goal.

He was truly capable of destroying a prestigious hospital like ours in a matter of seconds.

After a few hours of driving, I stopped in front of a familiar large gate.

I got out of my car and approached the gate. I heard a small side door open, and a guard appeared.

"Miss, I kindly advise against parking your car here," he said politely. I removed my face mask as I faced him.

His eyes widened when he recognized me. "I'm Cecilia Abecia."

"I ask for your forgiveness, Madam," he said, bowing.

He made a phone call, and soon the gate opened. Without hesitation, I stepped inside.

Once inside, I drove for a few more minutes before arriving at the mansion.

The mansion was situated in the middle of the mountain. Upon arrival, you are greeted by a tall and large gate. After entering the gate, you drive for several more minutes before reaching the mansion.

There were even wolves roaming around inside. It was truly dangerous for anyone unfamiliar with the place, especially the wolves.

Truly, he is not an ordinary man.

When the car halted, I got out and surveyed the area. Removing my cap, a cool breeze tousled my black hair, turning it into playful curls.

A group of approximately twelve guards stood in a line, forming a path, and courteously bowed as I walked past.

This situation was familiar. It had happened to me many times in the past, seven years ago. But I couldn't just appreciate it.

The maids stationed at the majestic entrance swung open the doors as I entered.

As I expected, he was here, waiting for me.

He sat casually on the sofa, his left hand resting on the back, emitting an air of relaxation and arrogance. At that moment, our eyes met. I seemed to stop breathing.

His presence carried a majestic aura, as if he were naturally meant to be the ruler of the world. With a demeanor of coldness, arrogance, and a hint of wickedness in his features, he resembled a figure from a fine painting.

But I forced myself to ignore it. This man had left me seven years ago.

"You're here," a deep, strong voice echoed, sending a shiver down my back.

Raising an eyebrow in a distant way, he said, "Come closer."

I moved closer, feeling a heavy sense of pressure. Even though my legs were shaking, I kept walking.

Sitting on the sofa, his eyes felt like a wide trap, ready to capture me.

It was as if I had returned to the past. When I first met him, I couldn't help but be terrified. Whenever I was alone with him, a strong sense of fear would wash over me.

I stood right in front of him, feeling his cold stare and demeanor making my heart race. Despite the fear, I tried to hide any sign that he was affecting me.

"Tsk." Before I could react, he took my hand and pulled me onto his lap.

Sitting there, I could feel the strength in his thighs and the warmth of his muscles beneath his pants. His arm wrapped around my waist in a way that felt uncomfortably close.

"I've been waiting for you, my dear fiancée," he whispered softly. I rolled my eyes, meeting his intense gaze.

"Does your family allow polygamy?" I braved myself to ask.

He stared at me for a moment. Slowly, he lifted his hand and cupped my face. I couldn't help but shiver. He used to do this to me all the time.

"Even if it's allowed, I'll only settle for one woman who has captured my heart, and that's you, my dear beloved Cecilia," he said tenderly.

I wanted to believe that his memories had returned, but I knew they hadn't. I didn't see it in his eyes.

"Merlin, give me the papers," he ordered his assistant. I was puzzled, but when the papers were in his hands, he handed them to me.

When I took them, I wasn't sure how I should feel. It was a divorce paper signed by Nolan Vasquez and Natalia Basilio.

I remembered Natalia. Nolan had been interested in her after he lost his memory, and when we separated, he immediately married her.

I tightened my grip on their divorce papers.

Whether they were divorced or not, my plan would never change.

To Be Continued...