Jane continued, “And this….. this is not just it………. now when my Mum is no more, he is using his daughters as her substitute, he sold me to some businessman tonight, he knew that I was not like my Mom to accept everything and I will fight back, so he drugged me.”
Marco was stunned like others, but what irritated him more was her tears, he doesn’t know why but he felt anxious looking at her tearful face, he had never felt like this before, and he did not like this feeling.
He always wanted to control everything, including his emotions, he was a control freak, and the things going on right now were something he didn’t think of, and now he can’t do anything to stop it.
Jane said, “You know this is not it, this engagement of my sister is also just a big business deal of my Dad, my sister Amelia doesn’t even know the name of the person she is going to get engaged to, but they call it love marriage which is total bullshit.”
“You know for my Dad, every member of the family is just a chess piece; he uses them as per his needs; he never thought about his family’s happiness.”
For him, what matters is only his success.”
After saying this, she exhaled a sigh in relief and smiled bitterly, and said, “So everyone I told you all these because I only have one way to escape this cruel world and anyways I can’t make it without my Mum……”
After completing what she wanted, she kept the mic on the small table next to her and jumped from the balcony.
Marco’s POV
I don’t know what is frustrating me more, her painful eyes, tears, or the loss I am going to suffer because of her drama.
I wanted snatch that mic from her hand, slap her and ask her to stop all this nonsense.
The more she said, the more I felt grieved, and it is very irritating for me when someone else affects my emotions.
I don’t have a good relationship with my parents; they always tell me that I am wrong, and the way I work is wrong, and because of their continuous nagging, I distanced myself from them.
I only believe in ‘My way or highway,’ but this girl is shaking the foundation of my thoughts, and for that, I hate her now.
Did she know the cost of this project and how hard it is to get the opportunity to work with my idol Mr. Carter Grayson, the richest man in the world?
He agreed to work with us because of the story we had given him, but now I lost that opportunity because of her.
I want to strangle her to death, but when I see her angelic face. I feel like taking her in my arms and protecting her, coaxing her, spoiling her, taking away all her worries and giving her a lot of happiness.
But when I remember the loss I am going to face because of her, all other feelings for her fade away.
I heard her word to word, but her last statement gave me the feeling that she was thinking, I saw an unbearable pain in her eyes when she said, “I can’t make it without my Mum.”
I know she was very much connected to her Mom, the way she was talking to her Mom in India when we were on vacations, it felt like her Mom was like oxygen for her.
When I heard her last statement, I immediately understood what she was going to do; next, I ran towards her, but it was already late before I could reach her. She jumped from the balcony.
I felt like I lost my soul when I reached there, all I could see was her body laying on the ground covered in blood.
After one year
Author’s POV
It’s been one year since that incident, and everyone slowly forgot about it.
There was much news at that time, and every news story tells a different story.
No one knew what fact was and what was a rumor. But one question lingered in everyone’s mind: “Where was Jane? There was no news of her in the last year; no one knew whether she was dead or alive.
After that incident on that day, which hospital she was taken to, whether she was able to make it that night or not, no one knew anything.
Neither there was any news about her father or sister. Little did anyone know that all the news related to that incident were suppressed?
Jane’s POV
I opened my eyes slowly, I don’t know whether I am dead or alive, but I found myself in a luxurious bedroom, I cannot move my body.
I turned my face and saw a very handsome man sitting next to me, he was like a Greek god, and his face has no flaws.
Once my eyes met his blue eyes, he smiled softly and said, “Finally, you are awake.”
I don’t know who is he, but his voice is so soft, I feel like I can hear him uninterrupted for many days, I tried to get up, but I didn’t have strength, it seems like my body is not in my control.
He stopped me and said gently, “You have been in a coma for the last year, your body is weak, don’t force yourself.”
I tried to speak, but my voice was meager, “Who are you? Where am I? What am I doing here, why I am not dead, why did you save me?”
I asked all the questions in one breath, and after that, I felt like I lost all my energy.
He smiled gently, and said, “first of all, get well soon, after that, I will answer all your questions one by one.”
I frowned, thinking who this person is? And why did he save me? But I didn’t have energy in my body to ask any more questions, so I gave up on this conversation.