The Reborn Heiress

/–Didina–/

"Doc, she's bleeding," I heard voices, and I cried as I felt anguishing pains in between my thighs, gazing at the people who made me land in this situation.

"Stop the bleeding first," The nurses started rushing in and out of the room. I gazed at my husband and I could see a satisfying look on his face.

"We need an urgent blood transfusion to her, a..." The doctor said, facing Nolan, my husband.

"So," A voice interrupted him.

"Doc, the only available blood for her blood type in the blood bank was just taken by Claire. An emergency patient needs it too, and she got there before me," The nurse said, and the doctor kept staring at Nolan.

"So what should we do? Is terminating an ordinary pregnancy a problem for you? I thought this hospital was the best in town," I heard my sister Hera's sharp voice.

"Pl-Ple-Please, I don't want to die," I begged, as tears rolled down my cheek. "Nolan, please," I mumbled out.

"Can any of you donate blo....." Hera did not allow him to complete his statement before firing at him immediately.

"We can't donate any blood to her. Even if my blood type matches her, I can't donate my precious blood to her, it's a no,"

I whimpered. I know my sister hated me so much but I never expected her to detest me to this extent.

She derives pleasure in watching me suffer, wailing with a creepy smile tugging at the corner of her heart-thin lips.

"You heard my wife; we can't donate any blood to her, so don't even bother to cool your words."

"She's going to die!" The doc said, emphasizing the word 'die'

"Should I allow my wife to risk her health because of her? She's carrying my child so I can't afford to endanger her life for someone that doesn't worth it." I heard those words dripping from Nolan's mouth, and those words felt like a knife piercing my heart.

Did he just say I'm worthless? Not worthy? Am I now forced responsibility to him?, A parasite leeching off him.

"Nolan, please," I begged, crying harder and my tears did not even seem to move their heart a bit, not even for a second.

"Take care of her, and if she dies, discard her body in the mortuary," Nolan said, and I watched him leave the room holding my sister, Hera protectively as I could see love in his eyes. The love I haven't seen in two years, the love he hasn't shown me in two years of our marriage, he's showering it on my sister.

I never expected Nolan to be this ruthless, and inconsiderate. I forgave him when I found out that he was having an affair with a woman, and it wasn't a stranger but my sister, Hera. That hurt more than anything in this world; I complained to his family, and what did I get in return? Insult and embarrassment. Still, I forgave him,m and is this what I get paid back with?

My sister has always been, everyone's favorite, and I was just her shadow.

If she commits any offense, I am always the one taking the blame while my sister gets praise. She was the real Barbie of the family, and I was the fake Barbie of the family, her replacement. In public, she acts like a sweet angel, but in private, she treats me with disdain and warns me not to touch or interfere with anything that involves her.

She was the apple of my parent's eyes and I was like a forced responsibility to my parents. Yet, I still love my sister.

I could still remember how love was fresh between Nolan and me. He was so lovely but immediately after marriage, he changed towards me.

He hardly sleeps at home, and he never consummated our marriage until three months ago, which happened by mistake, and still, I did not complain about it. It was my right, but I chose not to complain. I don't want to be a nagging wife to him, someone who complains about every little thing.

I should have noticed that he was having an affair with someone since he barely sleeps at home, and whenever he comes home, it's always late. His distance from me grew worse, and he stopped sleeping in our matrimonial room; he slept in the guest room. I barely see his sincere smile; whenever I see his wholehearted smile, it's either he's on a phone call with my sister or messaging my sister.

With all my calmness, and humility, I ended up getting humiliated and forced to abort my child.

Now I'm on the verge of my death, reminiscing over my past life, my foolish act.

I remember when I found out that I was pregnant; I was carrying Nolan's child. Three months ago, on a drunk night, he forced himself on me; that was the only time I could say we consummate our marriage. I didn't complain. He forced his way on me.

Why should I when I'm his wife? That's his right, and also my duty. After finding out that I was carrying his child, I informed him hoping it would surprise him and change things between us but instead, I ended up surprising myself

"Nolan, guess what!" I squealed, holding onto the medical report tightly as my face beamed with happiness.

"I'm sure you can see clearly. I'm busy so I'm not in for any surprise,"

I did not mind his harsh words and still maintained the smile on my face. "I'm pregnant, I'm carrying your child," I announced happily.

"I see; that's great news," He said, and my heart leaped in excitement. "Hera is carrying my child so what are you going to do, I can't father two kids from two different mothers,"

The excitement on my face dropped at his words. "Nolan!"

"You know what to do, and decisions have been made already,"

Nolan chose my sister's pregnancy over mine; that's why I'm on the operating table bleeding.

My husband doesn't want to father any child with him. He's done with me, he doesn't want me anyone. He wanted my fake sister and her pregnancy to avoid being a threat to her and his happiness, so he told me to terminate my pregnancy.

My eyes became blurred as I watched the nurses and doctors run around. Humility brought humiliation to my doorsteps and now I'm dying for the happiness of my sister.

I started hearing a distant voice and then blacked out.

I heard distant voices, and my eyes fluttered open as the light shone on my eyes, almost blinding me.

"She's awake,"

I let out a soft wince feeling a sudden pang of headache. I blinked my eyelashes to clear my vision, and the faces gazing at me became clear.

"Where am I?" I asked, my voice coming out low, more like in the form of a whisper.

"I'm glad you are awake," I heard an unfamiliar voice, and my head tilted in the direction of the voice to see a handsome young man gazing at me.

"Where am I?" I asked, again trying to stand up but feeling weak with my body giving the signs of being paralyzed.

"Don't try to stand up; you're yet to heal," I heard one of the doctors in the room say.

"Am I paralyzed?" I asked, weakly.

"No, the reason why your body feels like it's been paralyzed is because you were in a coma for six months."

My eyes widened at his words. Coma? For six-months? I did not die?

"Doctor, what are you talking about?" I questioned, getting confused by his words.

"You were declared dead and were about to be taken to the mortuary when you woke up miraculously but fell into a ma. It's still like a drama to us, you are indeed a miracle,"

I felt my head spinning more, everything becoming blurry in my eyes. What is he talking about? What does it mean I was dead? I did not die. I looked at the doctors in confusion.

"Don't stress yourself; I understand you are confused. Don't worry everything is under control,"

"What of Nolan? What about Hera?" I asked, and the doctors in the room exchanged a confused glance.

"Who's Nolan, and who's Hera?"

"My husband, where's he? Did my sister later come back?" I asked, gazing at their faces. The handsome young man just stood still at the corner of the room gazing at me intensely as if I was some kind of a movie to him.

"No one came to ask of you." A doctor said.

"When you were declared dead, a woman called to ask if you are de.d? And we will let her know that you are dead. We called your husband, No,lan, right? He wasn't pickin' up our calls," Another doctor chipped in.

"Should we call him?"

"No, no, no, don't call him, don't call anybody," I said, shaking my head in disapproval at their statement.

The way Nolan and Hera looked at me in disdain was still vivid and clear in my head. I can't seem to get those scumbags faces off my head.

"You said I died, how? And this room doesn't look like a hospital ward; where am I?" I asked the only thing I could remember was falling unconscious after regretting my actions. I thought being humble would bring me good things; instead, it brought several humiliations and death traps to my doorstep.

"I found you at the brink of your death and transferred you to a different doctor who tried to stop the bleeding while searching various blood banks for your blood type, which is O+ positive. All hospitals kept giving us negative responses, so I had to transfer blood, but you stopped responding," The handsome young man explained. I felt a mixed emotions. Someone who doesn't know me tried to save me; he donated blood to me, something my husband refused to do for me. Even if my husband decided to act ruthless, should my sister follow in his footsteps by refusing to donate blood to me when she's O+ positive too?

I risk everything for my family and what they can use to pay me back is bad deeds. It feels like something pierces my heart at the thought of my sister and my husband.

"He's a universal, O- negative. And this is his home. You were brought here from the hospital because your influential mother came to the hospital, searching the whole hospital to be sure you were truly dead," The doctor added.

So my mother also wants me dead. She made it very obvious that Hera is her favorite but I don't expect her to hate me to the extent of wishing dead. I'm sure Hera felt threatened by my existence and wants to confirm if truly I was erased from existence.

"Are you crying?" Another doctor asked, interrupting my thoughts and I sniffed, cleaning my tears.

"Thank you, thank you for not allowing me to die. I truly appreciate it, I'm grateful," I whimpered, and I could see a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

"Did they know that I'm alive?" I asked, cleaning my tears.

"Not at all. Your family told us to burn your body and discard the ashes,"

I looked away, twitching my lips. So I'm this worthless to my family. Getting back to my biological parents was the biggest mistake I have ever made. I should have stayed with Granny Leslie who showered love to me. I felt she believed I should reconnect with my biological parents, but instead, I met a girl around my age whom they adopted.

She's the apple of their eyes, and I was her shadow, her the blame for whatever sin she committed.

"I came across an elderly woman yesterday. She has been coming to the hospital for weeks searching for you, and I wasn't aware about that,"

Grandma Leslie!

I need to see her; I should go back to her, someone who appreciates me and knows my true worth even when I'm not related to her in any way. When I was lost with zero memories, she was the one who found me, gave me the name 'Didina', and took me in. She lost her daughter and grandson in a car accident.

"I need to leave," I uttered

"No, you can't leave yet," I removed the needle pierced to my skin and moved my feet to the floor. I tried standing but ended up falling and the doctors gasped, rushing to my side.

"Miss Didina,"

"I'm fine, please I need to meet my Grandma," I begged, gazing at them.

"I'll take you to your Grandma," I heard the handsome young man say, and my face lit with happiness.

He left the room and came back with some maids behind him. "You wouldn't want to see your Grandma like that,"

I glanced at my clothes and I was wearing a hospital uniform. I smiled, nodding at him.

/-Bryan-/

I was excused from the room with the doctors. "Thank you for your hard work," I appreciated and shook hands with the doctors.

"Anything for you, Mr Remington," Doctor Nelson said, and I cackled.

"I'll be heading back to India. I came to London because of your patient, and now that she's awake and hale, I'll take my leave now," Doctor Mara said, giving me a warm hug, which I reciprocated, and then watched as the doctors left.

Andrew approached me. "Sir you have a meeting with the investors,"

"Change the time of the meeting to the next three hours," I ordered, glancing at the glassy door of the room I came out from.

"Yes sir,"

Minutes later, I glanced at the glassy door of the room and watched as she ran out of the room holding a bag, holding the wall for support as she ran.

A necklace fell from the bag she was holding "Sir, she's stealing your pieces of jewelry,"

I watched her struggle to run, still holding the wall for support.

"Gu....,"

"Let her go," I interrupted, smiling in amusement, and his jaw dropped.

/–Didina–/

I watched as he left the room with the doctors, closing the glassy door behind. "Ma, we need to get you dressed," I heard a voice and glanced up at the maids.

"Please excuse me. I don't feel comfortable when people dress for me," I said, and the maids exchanged a puzzled glance before leaving the room.

I held the bed for support as I stood straight gazing at the dress. I glanced around the room to see some medical machines centered around the bed.

This must be where I was treated for six months while I was in an OMA. I got a hold of the long iron rod where a medical sachet of liquid was hung on it. I used the rod for support as I took a look around the room.

I opened the black door in the room and found myself in a large dressing room that could be mistaken as a boutique.

The dressing room has a lot of clothes for both men and women, different types of shoes, wristwatches, and many more luxurious stuff.

Clothes from popular brands like Louis Vuitton, Versace, Dior, Celine, Chanel and many more. Seeing this, I could sell this and use this to start up my own name.

'Don't tell me you want to steal from him,' I heard a tiny voice in my head and shook my head negatively.

"I just want to borrow it; I'll pay him back," I hurried to lock the door and started packing all the luxuries wrist, watches, rings, necklaces, and clothes, packing them inside a big bag as I carried and rushed out of the room.

I got outside the room and met the maids waiting for me. "Ma-" I dashed off, dropping the iron rod on the floor as I began to use the wall for support since I could barely walk after being bedridden for six months.

Gettin' outside the house, I flagged down a taxi immediately and hopped inside it.

"Allen Avenue, house 6," I told the driver, and he nodded as he began driving. I glanced back to see no one chasing after me.

What's wrong? Was I lucky to steal from him without being chased? Why did the maid suddenly stop chasing after me?

I did not mean to steal from him, I'm lending some money from him, and I'll pay him once I earn enough.

An hour later, the cab pulled in front of Grandma Leslie, and they got out of the cab, landing on the floor with the bag.

"Didina," I heard a familiar voice, the voice I want to hear always.

Grandma Leslie.

She approached me immediately, and pulled me in a warm hug, crying loudly. I could imagine how devasted she would have been when she did not see me. And how glad she's to see me again.

"My daughter, what happened to you? Nolan told me you were dead. Did he lie to me? I'm glad you are alive," She whispered, sobbing in her arms. My eyes grew misty as I burst into loud tears.

"I'm sorry," I whimpered

"No, I'm sorry for being good enough," She gazed at me, cleaning the tears on my cheeks. "Let's go inside, I'll prepare your favorite meal for you,"

"I can't walk well," I said, gazing at her, and she glanced at my legs immediately. "I'm yet to settle the cab man," I pointed at the cab man who was staring at us smiling.

"Oh my baby," Grandma Leslie said, and helped me stand on my feet, carrying my bag.

"I'm sorry," She said and paid the cab man, who just smiled. "It's nothing, Granny," The cab man drove away, and I held onto Grandma Leslie's arm as we went inside.

She locked the door and shut the curtains as she took me to my old bedroom. She made me sit on the bed.

"What happened to you, Didina?" She asked, glancing at the hospital gown I was wearing.

"Someone saved me," I mumbled and explained everything that happened without mentioning that I stole from the young handsome man. If she knew about it, she would be against it and would order me to return the stolen goods even if I don't know his home or his name.

"You need to change your clothes and rest," She said, and I nodded smiling.

~ SIX MONTHS LATER.

I stood in front of the mirror as I gazed at my reflection. My brown hair cascaded over my shoulder. I look beautiful.

The sound of my phone ringing brought me back from the reverie I had trapped myself in.

I brought out my phone from my bag and picked up the call. "Rhonda,"

"Good morning ma. The investors are in the office, and they are waiting for you in the meeting room"

Oh fuck how could I forget I have a meeting this morning. With the luxurious goods I stole from the handsome young man, I sold the goods and used the money to start up a business company, which is doing pretty well.

I hurriedly took my bag and rushed out of the room, heading downstairs to meet Grandma Leslie and set the dining table.

"Grandma, I'll be skipping breakfast today," I said, and she hurriedly went to the kitchen and came back with a lunch box.

"Didi, I know you are going to say that, so I already arranged your lunch box for you in advance," She said, placing the lunch box in my hand.

"Thank you, Granny," I hugged and kissed her cheek.

"I'll be heading to the warehouse to check the goods that were distributed yesterday,"

"Let me know how it goes, and if you need anything, please let me," I said and hurried out of the house.

I hopped inside my car and drove out of the garage, heading straight to my company. Minutes later, I arrived at my company and hopped out of the car.

"Good day Ma," The security man greeted, and I smiled in response.

"Morning, park the car and give the key to my assistant," I stated, handing the car key over to him as I went inside my company.

As I walked through the lobby, all the employees around started giving me some respect. I took the elevator and went straight to the meeting room. I saw Rhonda at the door, pacing around.

"I got hooked on traffic," I said, immediately handing my bag over to her.

"I told them you had an important meeting to attend," Rhonda stated, and I nodded entering the meeting room.

"I'm sorry for the delay. Good morning, I'm Didina Bowman, let's start the meeting," I said, taking a seat.

The meeting began, which lasted for one hour, and as soon as the meeting ended, the investors left the meeting room with a satisfactory look.

"Ma, you have another meeting with a client,"

"Check the designs of the clothes and be sure it's not similar to other brands. This is a fashion company, and we desk with high-quality clothes and luxurious items. The new design of the bag we want to launch is out, so check that out," I said, and she nodded, taking note of every word I said, as she followed me to my office door and hurried to do the task I gave her.

I got inside my office and saw the last person I expected to see. "What are you doing here?" I questioned, gazing at her.

"Come on, aren't you glad to see me?"

"And why should I be glad, Hera?" I questioned, scoffing at her insolent attitude.

She still has that pride within her.

"I guess having this small company made you forget yourself. I thought you were dead a year ago,"

"Hera, are you here for business? Seeing that I'm alive does my existence now pose as a threat to you?" I questioned, wearing a displeased look on my face.

She cackled and then approached me, bringing her lips closer to my ear.

"Shut your brand up,"