Chapter 4 His rightful share

Demetrius was a young man who worked as a medical doctor, and he had a special connection with Scott. Not only was Demetrius Scott's personal doctor, but he was also his best friend, which made their relationship even more important.

One day, Demetrius entered a room in a hurry and immediately asked, "Where's your boss?" His voice was full of urgency as he quickly turned to Agnes, who pointed toward the door without hesitation. Without wasting a moment, Demetrius dashed up the stairs, hitting them with urgency, but when he reached the door, he discovered that it was locked tight.

In a commanding tone, he yelled, "Break the door!" Almost like a scene from a movie, a group of men rushed forward, carrying tools that looked quite dangerous and capable of doing serious damage. It didn't take long for Demetrius to burst through the door himself, and the moment he stepped inside, he noticed Scott lying on the floor. Without wasting any time, he scooped Scott up and gently placed him onto the bed just as a few other medical professionals entered the room, ready to help.

The following morning, Rinalisa woke up slowly, the sun's rays streaming through the window and striking her tired eyes. She let out a soft sound of discomfort as she stood up and made her way to the window, curious to see what the outside world was like and noticed cars passing by. To herself, she whispered, "Is there a party going on?"

At that moment, the door creaked open, and Agnes walked in. "Get your bath done. You'll be taking care of the master today," she announced to Rinalisa. This only added to Rinalisa's confusion, and before she could reply, Agnes was gone, leaving her feeling puzzled. With a sigh, Rinalisa slowly made her way to the bathroom.

After spending quite a while inside, she finally emerged, her flawless skin shining as droplets of water cascaded down from her hair. In that moment, anyone who saw her might think she was a high-end model due to her stunning appearance. When she opened her wardrobe, she was pleasantly surprised to find elegant and lovely dresses neatly hung inside. After some thought, she chose a short, sleeveless gown that flattered her figure and hurried out of her room.

Meanwhile, in another part of the building, Demetrius saw Clinton pacing anxiously around the room, clearly filled with worry. "Hey, chill out. He isn't going to die," Demetrius said, rolling his eyes in frustration at Clinton's nervous energy. "What is..." Clinton tried to ask, but fear froze his words, leaving him in a state of panic.

"Stop overthinking everything," Demetrius instructed him. Just then, Rinalisa walked in, and both men froze when they laid eyes on her. "Am I seeing things?" Clinton whispered to Demetrius, who shook his head in disbelief. The two men continued to stare at Rinalisa, and she began to feel uncomfortable under their gaze.

"Quit making the poor lady feel awkward with that intense stare of yours," Demetrius said, as he playfully nudged Clinton's shoulder to break the tension. "What happened to him?" Rinalisa gasped with concern as she hurried over to Scott, gently touching his pale face and surprising the two men with her sudden action.

"Scott has a lot to explain when he wakes up. Look, she's touching him, and he seems okay with that!" Demetrius blurted out, and Clinton nodded furiously in agreement. "I think we should give this cute couple a little space. The way she's looking at him makes me want to smile," Clinton added, causing Demetrius to lightly smack him on the head as they both stood up quickly.

"Sister-in-law," Demetrius began, addressing Rinalisa as he tried to guide her, "I think you should gently massage his face with a wet towel. It could help bring his temperature down." Rinalisa stood up straight at that suggestion, a reluctant look crossing her face.

"I don't want to do that. We're not that close," she murmured softly, and her expression made both men look at her in confusion. "Okay, I get what you mean. Scott has a lot of explaining to do once he wakes up," Demetrius said, and they all nodded in agreement before making their way out.

Meanwhile, Clinton commented to Demetrius, "I think they must have had a little argument; a sweet and unforgettable night together should help fix anything between them," he mused, but Demetrius simply rolled his eyes at the suggestion.

Rinalisa, realizing that she was left with little choice, eventually sat down and picked up a towel. With determination, she began to gently massage Scott's face. In the midst of her efforts, she paused for a moment just to admire how good he looked. Her eyes were drawn to a peculiar mark on his neck. "This mark really seems familiar," she thought to herself as she lightly touched it.

In a different house, Olivia was at home with Bella, who appeared to be in distress, her expression pale and strained. "I feel so hot," Bella moaned, turning to leave the room when Olivia's intense, unexplainable look caught her attention. "What's wrong with you?" Olivia asked, noticing Bella itching her hair slowly and looking disoriented.

"I really don't know," Bella replied quietly, and without wasting a second, Olivia dashed out of the room and returned shortly after with a pregnancy test kit. After testing it on Bella, she found the result to be positive, which caused Bella's eyes to widen in shock. Before she could fully grasp the situation, Olivia slapped Bella hard across the face, sending her tumbling to the ground.

"Why do you always have to be as worthless as your father?" Olivia yelled angrily, continuing to hit Bella across the face before giving her a moment to reevaluate the painful situation.

Then, suddenly, Olivia paused and kneeled down to Bella's level, who was still processing the slap, her cheeks now visibly red. "Did you have a sexual encounter with a wealthy man? Who was he?" Olivia questioned, her tone surprisingly calm, leaving Bella perplexed at her changing mood.

"I was sexually assaulted by Mike Levi," Bella finally confessed, tears streaming down her cheeks as she lowered her head in shame. In an unexpected moment of tenderness, Olivia said, "I love you, sweetheart. You aren't useless after all," planting a gentle kiss on Bella's cheeks that made Bella look up in disbelief.

Olivia quickly stood up and rushed to the door, but then excitedly turned back. "Don't even think about terminating that pregnancy; it's my ticket to finally becoming a rich woman!" she said with a giggle that sent chills down Bella's spine. "Is she really going to force me to marry that monster?" Bella thought in shock, firmly shaking her head in denial.

At another location, Donna was growing impatient, wondering aloud, "Why isn't he here yet? Is he really taking this situation so lightly?" She directed her frustration toward Scott's delay, visibly upset.

"Can't we proceed without him here?" Mike scoffed, rolling his eyes in frustration. Just then, Jonathan, who had been seated, stood up. "I just got a message from Mr. Scott's manager. He said that Scott won't be available," Jonathan reported before Richard stood up and walked out of the room without waiting for anyone to respond.

"That bastard always gets on my nerves," Mike muttered angrily before hurrying out as well. "I'm really sorry things turned out this way; I'll take my leave too," Jonathan said politely as he bowed his head slightly.

Donna paused as she approached Jonathan. "Just wait a moment," she told him, smiling coyly. "I think I'll propose a toast to you, Mr. Jonathan," she added while pouring some wine into a glass and handing it to Jonathan. He took it reluctantly, feeling her smug gaze on him as she sat with her legs crossed.

"I should be going now, ma'am," Jonathan said, trying to take his leave, but he suddenly struggled to stand up straight due to an intense burning sensation in his groin area. "I have something special I want to show you," Donna said with a playful smile as she approached him confidently.

"What have you done?" he asked, nearly shouting, trying to suppress his anger as he realized what was happening. Donna led him toward her room and locked the door behind them. "I can give you anything you want; just tell me what it is," she said, her tone seductive and inviting, making Jonathan feel torn inside.

"I can't do this," he protested, shaking his head as he attempted to leave. But in a split second, Donna untied her robe, revealing her naked body, causing Jonathan to stumble in his thoughts.

"I can satisfy you, Mr. Jonathan," she assured him with a playful smile while brushing her fingers through his hair and pressing her body closely against his. As she started unbuttoning his shirt, Jonathan found himself captivated by her presence, losing control entirely.

He gently guided her towards the edge of the bed as she moaned softly, and he felt a rush of emotions before they finally pulled apart from the kiss. "He won't get what's rightfully his," Donna whispered as she looked deep into Jonathan's eyes. "He will only receive it once he gets married," Jonathan replied, a hopeful smile appearing on his face as he considered the options ahead of them.