All Chapters of Mia’s Fortune : Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

I left the hospital after a message came from Florida. "She's at a Han-A." Seeing it, my breath hitched. That hospital wasn't even half good... now she was there, in such a poor place. I gritted my teeth hard."What's wrong?" Vincent asked. I looked up at him. "I have to leave right now!" I said, he stood up too."I have to meet Xena. She's sick and stuck in a small hospital," I said, trying hard to control the burning hatred I felt for Christian. A mere man had fooled me and destroyed my own hard work and family."I will come with you—""Don't. You need to rest," I said. His lips parted to protest but I had already walked out on him.As the driver sped out, my gaze stayed fixed on the screen. Florida was still in the hospital and she was filming them, then I sighted Christian, the grip on my phone tightened and I increased the volume."What do you want?" Xena yelled, while my mum just gave him a cold shoulder, he shrugged and shoved those two thousand dollars buck cash on top of her

Third person's pov Cassian tossed his jacket onto the chair, but why did it feel weird and empty? Usually when he gets home, Celeste would be awake waiting for him or clutching her phone, waiting for his call, but right now it was pitch dark and no one was to be found."Celeste!" he yelled, yet no answer came. He chuckled and angrily took off his tie."How can she be asleep while I'm out?" he mumbled and moved towards the stairs, staggering as he was drunk."Celeste!" he yelled again once he arrived at her door, yet no response came. He felt a sudden panic in his chest and pushed the door open.There she was, sleeping peacefully on the bed, her hair covering her face, the duvet clinging to her body, and Cassian's breath hitched.He felt a sudden kind of pain that second, but it disappeared the next second and he moved towards her."Undress, get on your knees and please me," he screamed, making Celeste flutter her lashes open."Huh?" she asked softly, and he chuckled, laughing evilly.

Hearing my name, I immediately climbed in and slammed the door shut. Reporters rushed forward, banging on the car, but the driver had already pulled away."Crazy reporters," I mumbled under my breath. My phone buzzed; it was Florida, who had boarded a separate car behind me."Miss, a broadcasting company is requesting your attention. They want you to attend a live show to talk about your disappearance." Hearing her words, my grip tightened.A broadcast? Live? I knew this was normal for celebrities and survivors, but why did it feel like a trap?"When was the email sent?" I asked."Yesterday," she replied. I bit my bottom lip. Should I accept? What could I even say? Do I talk about being tortured in an unknown place? I don't even know what the real Mia went through; I’d have to cook up a believable story."Miss, are you still there?" Florida prompted."Send the email to me. I will review it and give you feedback," I said firmly, then hung up."Where to, Miss?" the driver asked."The ho

I immediately rushed out, not waiting. My legs moved before my brain could catch up, pushing through sweaty bodies on the dance floor. The bass pounded harder in my ears, mixing with my heartbeat. I bumped shoulders and spilled someone’s drink.Just then, the glass slipped from his grip and crashed onto the ground, making a loud shattering sound. I stopped in my tracks, turned back, and said, “I’m so sorry,” I mumbled, but then I sighted the silhouetted figures of Caspian and Christian.My eyes widened. I rushed off without looking back even though the man kept yelling.“Come get my drink refilled, bitch!”The exit felt like forever. Every flash of light made me think they were right behind me. I finally burst out the main door into the cool night air. My chest burned. I crouched down near some parked cars, panting heavily, trying to catch my breath. My lungs burned like fire. My heart slammed so hard I could hear it in my ears.I couldn’t stay still. They could catch me any second. S