BILLIONAIRE'S TRAP

throbbed, and it took her a moment to remember what had happened. And when she did, that pain came back to her chest again, she immediately stood up and went to throw up into the bin. No matter how

lped her sit back down, his expression f

y. She felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, one sh

ens now?" she aske

he legal arrangements, of course. But right now, you need to focus on yours

r mind was a blur, filled with the image of her husband, alive and well, only to be r

ice breaking. "How am I supposed to tell Miles and Zoe?

squeeze her hand. "You don't have to do it a

the same again. Her glass house had shattered, and she was left sta

ck as she struggled to pull herself out of the dee

dy from the site of the accident. W

hollow. She turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Rick standing alone in the small, dimly lit room

t of her son lying so still, surrounded by machines and sterile white sheets, shattered whatever fragile con

eside his bed, burying her face in her hands as sobs wracked her body. "Miles... Oh, Miles..." she cried, her voice t

bring him back to her. "You have to wake up, baby. You have to come back to me. I can't do this alone. I can't lo

rembling. She had never felt so helpless, so utterly broken. The pain was s

is breathing quickened, the sound ragged and erratic. The machines monitoring his

"Miles? Miles!!" she cried out, her voice rising in panic

ently but firmly ushered Bambi out of the room, guiding her to a seat just outside the door. She tried going back in but they locked her out. Bambi

lso looked tended. Could it be that Miles was going to be fine? All she could do

room, his expression calm but serious. Bambi jumped to her f

his voice gentle but firm.

rom under her. "But the machine

had been slightly dislodged. It caused his breathing to become i

comprehend what he was saying

rry, Ma'am . Miles is still in a coma. We'll continue to monitor

lumped against the wall, her legs threatening to give

ly. "But you need to take care of yourse

d to gather herself. "Thank you, Doctor," she managed to whisp

weight of everything that had happened-the accident, her husband's death, Miles condition-pressed

Not now. Not when her child

hallway, her steps slow and measured. She knew what she had to do, even if every pa

*

ly dug grave. The air was thick with the scent of freshly dug earth and the quiet murmurs of those who had come to pay t

er pale cheeks. She wished she could take away her pain, could somehow make this nightmare go away, but th

t. She had to stay strong for Zoe, for Miles, for both of her children. T

It didn't seem real. How could he be in there, lying so still and cold, when just days ago he had been alive, had bee

he barely registered the people who came up to her afterward, their faces a blur of grief-stricken fake sympathy. All she could focus o

ried to stop. Bambi knew comforting her here would be useless.

esence beside her, his hand on her shoulder offering silent support. But she didn't want comfort. She wanted answer

spered, her voice raw with pa

st some hired attorney-they had trusted him with their deepest secrets, their dreams, and even their fears too. Richard ha

been there, offering advice not just from a legal standpoint but from a place of genuine care. And if he wasn't there to give them the advice they needed then B

is face. He wasn't just delivering news as a lawyer-he was grieving too. The

ever be able to understand. But we have to keep going." He said as he gripped her shoulders slightl

ling empty and drained. She didn't know how she was supposed to move forward from this, h

y, guiding her away from t

*

rs Rick had spread out on the coffee table. Zoe was upstairs, trying to get some sleep, but B

atter at hand. "I've been going over your husband's will," h

s even possible. "What is it?" she ask

t he had to tell her. "Your husband had significant debts, Bambi. He sold off most of

e hitting her like a hammer blow. "Wh

eally noth