Chapter 2 Betrayal And Bribery

Evelyn's POV

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The throbbing pain in my head woke me up. The last thing I remembered was being hit by a car before I passed out. I couldn't forget the voice of the man that hit me, though. "Where am I?" I let out slowly, trying to catch a glimpse of where I was. The house was enormous and well-decorated.

As I slowly opened my eyes, I found myself in a grand, opulent bedroom. The room was enormous, with high ceilings that seemed to stretch up to the sky. The walls were painted a soft, creamy white and adorned with intricate moldings and ornate frescoes.

The floor was made of polished dark wood and covered with a plush, cream-colored carpet that felt like silk beneath my feet. The bed I was lying on was a majestic four-poster, with intricately carved posts and a canopy draped with luxurious fabrics.

As I looked around, I noticed a few pieces of elegant furniture, including a beautifully crafted wooden dresser, a comfortable-looking armchair, and a small, ornate desk. The room was tastefully decorated with a few pieces of artwork, including a beautiful landscape painting above the fireplace.

Despite the beauty of the room, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach. Where was I? And who was the man who had hit me with his car? I tried to remember, but my memories were hazy and unclear. All I knew was that I had to get out of there and find a way back home.

The door opened slowly, and I quickly shut my eyes. "Is she still asleep?" a voice asked. It was commanding but yet pleasing to the ear. "Just get her out of my house before I get back." The voice said again.

I frowned a little and tried to open my eyes, but all I could see was the muscular back.

"Make sure you pay her handsomely," the voice ordered, walking out of the door. A man in white robes walked in. I could hear his footsteps approaching my bedside.

"She should be awake by now," the doctor said, looking at his wristwatch.

"Will she be alright?" a young man's voice boomed through the room. Without being told, I knew it was his assistance.

"What about Mr Alexander?" The doctor turned to meet his gaze. "He has gone out to work." Felix replied, staring at the man in his mid-fifties.

"Work? But correct me if I am wrong. Shouldn't he have been here to make sure his victim was properly attended to? "He almost had her cropped," Doctor Albert said almost in anger.

Everyone knows Alex was temperamental. "He actually told me to see to it that she was properly attended to, and he gave me a cheque of fifteen million dollars as compensation." Felix replied.

"Fifteen million what?" The doctor asked with a slight cough.

"Money is not everything, you know. Showing a little kindness would sort out a lot of things."

My eyes flickered open at the mere thought of getting fifteen million dollars. The money was little compared to the debt the company was owing, but then I could pay part of it. If there is any chance I could save the company, then I have to give it my best shot.

"Are you alright, Miss..." The doctor looked at me.

"I'm fine; I feel good." "In fact, can I be on my way home?" I said quickly, getting out of bed.

"Miss..." the doctor asked again. "I need to run a few tests to make sure you are fine, and then I need to also..."

I looked at the man who was having a bothering look on his face and smiled. "I am fine, doctor. My name is Evelyn."

Felix looked at me, and I watched his mouth drop in awe. "Is there something on my face?" I asked, looking at the young man who seemed mesmerized by what he was looking at.

"No, nothing." Mr. "Alexander asked me to give you this." Felix said, handing the check over to me.

My heart thudded as I looked at the zeros. Fifteen million dollars was a lot of money. I would have said no to this type of money if my father had been alive, but then he was not, and all I got from him was just the house. I am not sure selling it off would land me a sum of fifteen million dollars. "I'm sorry," Felix said with his head bowed to the floor.

"Why do you need to be sorry?" "You didn't hit me with the car," I replied, trying to get my sneakers on. "Your boss is quite rude." "How dare he treat me like I am just a piece of trash?" I said with anger after collecting the cheque.

The doctor looked at me and back at Felix. "Piece of trash? But he gave you a hefty sum of money?"

"Why, if I had died?" "Would the money cut it?" I said with anger. "I could have him sued."

"Trust me, you don't want to do that. "I would just take the money if I were you," Felix said, looking back at me.

Even if I was going to take the money, I needed to put on a bit of a show. "Thank you, doctor," I said, strapping back my hair with a bond.

I walked out of the house without saying goodbye with the check in my hand. I don't know if I should say it was luck that brought me fifteen million dollars, or if I was just being lucky. I took out my phone and I saw ten missed calls from Mr. Greenwood. "What does he want!" I said with anger boiling up in me.

The will had been read, so what else could be the matter?

My phone rang again, and I immediately had it picked up. "What is it?" I said, rubbing the front of my head. But the next word hit me like a blow to the gut. "The company is being auctioned off again at the moment." Mr. Greenwood said before the line went dead.