Free Web NovelChapter 44: She’ll live
Minutes later, Lyvana woke to the sound of sirens, then heavy boots running toward the car.
"We’ve got a vehicle down the embankment!" a voice shouted. "I need a medic over here, now!"
Lyvana tried to breathe, but her chest felt heavy. She heard the sound of metal groaning as someone pulled at the door. Then everything went dark once more.
The next time Lyvana opened her eyes, she was lying on a stretcher, and she was being taken to an ambulance.
"Stay with us, Lyvana," a voice said. It was deep and calm, belonging to a paramedic hovering over her.
"Julian..." she chocked out.
"We found your phone, honey. We’re getting in touch with your emergency contacts. Just focus on breathing."
As they loaded her into the ambulance, the doors closed shut. The pain in her head was dull now, but the fear in her heart was sharper. This wasn’t an accident. It had been a hit.
At the hospital, she was moved quickly from the gurney to an exam table.
"Female, mid-twenties, blunt force trauma to the head and chest," a nurse called out.
Lyvana felt a needle prick her arm, and a cold sensation began to spread through her veins.
She wanted to tell them about the truck. She wanted to tell them someone had tried to kill her. But her tongue felt like lead, and her eyelids were too heavy to keep open.
An hour later, Lyvana lay in a bed asleep from a sedative. The steady beep of a monitor cutting through the quiet hospital room.
The door opened slowly and Julian stepped inside.
One look at her looking fragile and pale against the white sheets, an oxygen line beneath her nose, and something inside him went still.
He was only there because he had listed himself as her emergency contact without her knowledge. To him, it was a necessary precaution.
Doctor Aris and another physician entered and spoke to him in low voices. They had good news: she was lucky. She only had a mild concussion and a bruise on her forehead. Once the sedative wore off, she would be fine.
Julian felt a wave of relief, but he didn’t waste any time. He didn’t want her staying in this public ward. If someone had tried to kill her, they might try it again. The police report mentioned a deliberate hit, and Julian had to figure out exactly who had the most to gain from Lyvana’s disappearance.
He looked at Doctor Aris and gave a firm instruction. He wanted her moved immediately to his private cottage in the outskirts of the city where he could oversee her recovery himself.
Doctor Aris hesitated for a moment, glancing at the chart.
"Mr. Blackwood, she is stable, but standard procedure usually requires a twenty-four-hour observation period for concussions."
Julian’s gaze didn’t waver. "I have a full medical suite at my cottage and doctors on standby, you know that. She will have better observation there than in a crowded hallway here. Do I need to speak to the hospital board, or are we moving her now?"
Recognizing the futility of arguing with a man of Julian’s influence, the doctor nodded. "I’ll prepare the discharge papers and the transport instructions right away."
As the doctors left, Julian moved to the side of the bed. He reached out, his thumb gently brushing over the small bruise on her forehead. His jaw tightened.
"Who could possibly want to harm you babe," he whispered. "They won’t get a second chance."
Meanwhile back in Aurora, there was chaos. There had been an emergency meeting, but no one could figure out what was happening with the missing funds. Because the accounts were such a disaster, Mark had ordered the entire company to close down. He wouldn’t open it again until they found Lyvana. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
He had tried to call her over and over, but she didn’t answer. He was furious. He paced back and forth in his office, his face red with anger. He didn’t think she was in danger; he assumed she was still in Singapore, having a secret affair and ignoring her responsibilities including him.
"How could she do this?" he muttered to the empty room.
Suddenly, the door opened. Clarisse walked in, looking very elegant in a tight black silk dress. She watched him pace for a moment, a cold smile on her lips.
"Pacing won’t find her, Mark," she said smoothly. "Why are you bothered about what she is doing anyway. You have the money, let’s get out of here."
Mark looked down at her angrily. "Shhh. Do you want to tell the whole world?"
"It’s just me and you here," she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. "And I locked the main door when I came in."
Then suddenly, she leaned back, sweeping a stack of Lyvana’s neatly organized files onto the floor with one swift motion. The papers scattered, leaving the desk bare.
"What the hell, Clarisse."
She ignored him then reached into her bag and pulled out a dark, vibrating sex toy, setting it down on the mahogany surface.
"Let’s fuck on her desk," she challenged, her voice dripping with malice and desire. "Right here. Just the way you like it."
Mark’s hesitation vanished. The thrill of the theft and the danger of the moment surged through him.
"You’re unbelievable," he hissed.
"Isn’t that why you keep me around?"
Her fingers were already at the buttons of his shirt, flicking them open with practiced ease.
He pushed her back against the desk making Clarisse giggle. Her hand snaked down, unzipping his trousers. He was already hard for her.
"Eager, aren’t we?" she teased.
"Just get on with it," Mark commanded.
She undressed then lifted one leg onto the table desk while Mark guided the thick dildo into her entrance.
Before long, she was already moaning as Mark kept thrusting the thick dildo in between her thighs
Every movement was a deliberate act of desecration against the woman they had just robbed.
Clarisse arched her back, her moans echoing off the glass walls of the empty office. The pleasure overwhelming. It felt like a powerful energy building up with every thrust.
"Oh, Mark, harder!" she urged.
