Entangled With The Billionaire Prince

Hospital Emergency

|ELENA’S POV|

The soft morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the space while I struggle to open my eyes and slowly sit up, feeling a mix of regret as a result of my pounding headache, dry mouth, and desperate need for water.

I notice the rumpled sheets and the faint scent of cologne lingering in the air as I wrap the duvet around my naked body and I stumble out of bed.

I groan and hold my head trying to shake off the remnants of the previous night’s activities as I try to search for an aspirin to help dull the pain with a tinge of uncertainty in me, but it turns out that I didn’t return home yesterday night.

I feel a mix of emotions, like excitement, curiosity, and maybe a hint of nervousness as I look around the room, trying to take in the details while trying to piece together the events of the previous night.

After realizing that I had thrown myself at a stranger and lost my virginity when I was supposed to be mourning my father just because I was in dire need of a distraction, I made my way to the bathroom to freshen up to calm the throbbing headache in my head, then I changed to a clean bathrobe from the toiletries section in the bathroom before looking for something to drink in the mini section in the room where there are a few things that are essential for preparing instant coffee before I turned on the television in the room quel the deafening silence and stop myself from overthinking.

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen, we have heartbreaking news to share with you today,” the news anchor's voice says, capturing my attention.

“The prime minister of Orion, the right Honorable Dyaln Grayson who played a crucial role in the leading and governance of the nation, from making important decisions, shipping policies and representing the country both domestically and on the global stage was reported to have been murdered in cold blood at crest Hotel yesterday afternoon," she announces and my heart breaks all over again.

"I express condolences as the loss has such a great impact on the nation at this moment in mourning and honoring the legacy of the departed figure because He has worked towards the betterment of the country, addressing issues and striving for progress. He has helped the leadership and has influenced the direction and development of the nation, impacting the lives of its citizens,” she expresses her condolences which are accompanied by images and videos showcasing my father’s life and achievements, creating a sense of reflection and remembrance.

"Due to the circumstances accompanying the prime minister's death, a preliminary investigation was carried out yesterday and there was substantial evidence pointing to the fact that he is guilty of a capital crime, and because of these charges levied against him, proper arrangements can not be made to have him buried properly unless he is proven innocent," she announces and I go wide-eyed.

"First, he was murdered in cold blood and now they won't even allow us to bury him," I mutter as I start to tear up.

"With regards to this, his bank accounts have been frozen, his properties are being confiscated and his workers are being investigated, but in the meantime, this lady right here is the main prime suspect of the murder case so the authorities will carry on with the investigation and keep the citizens of Orion updated,” she says, and a picture of me linking my arms with the stranger at the lobby, it is just that the face of the stranger at the lobby is blurred out.

“What do I do now?” I ask myself

“Where do I go from here?” I start to bite my nails in nervousness as I pace around the room.

“Sooner or later, the management of the hotel will connect the dots and find out that I am the prime suspect of the prime minister murder case and then hand me over to the authorities for me to suffer for a crime that I did not commit when the stranger at the lobby that is responsible for my dad's murder will be allowed to roam around freely just because he is one of the cream de la cream of the society and no one knows about my identity as the daughter of Dylan Grayson,” I start to pace around the room trying to figure out my next move.

“I need to get out here,” I decide as I start to run around the room, picking up the trail of clothes that are scattered around the room, then changing into what I wore the previous day because there is just no way I can leave this place wearing their bathrobe.

“Now that I am done dressing up, I need to figure out a way to get out of this place, but how am I supposed to do that when I have no idea how to navigate this place?” I start to panic again as everything starts to get complicated in my head again so I take out my phone to search for the easiest way to fake my sickness in a way that looks somewhat genuine using allergies came highly recommended so I quickly make my way to the side of the bedside drawer to check if there is any way I can find the hotel numbers and I do find one so I go ahead to dial it.

“Hi there, is that room service,” I ask politely and the lady at the other end of the call affirms.

“Can I get a seafood platter?” I request it even though I am dreading going close to anything seafood.

“Yes ma’am, can I get your room details?” She inquires and I look around the room for anything that can give me information about the room without me necessarily having to step out of the room.

“D 27?” I ask, as I take note of the alphabet and figure boldly printed on the first page of the pamphlet.

“Okay, ma’am…. We will get that across to you in twenty minutes,” she says before ending the call, while I try to keep it together so that I don’t get engulfed by my anxiety till the twenty-minute deadline is over.

After waiting for almost forever, there was finally a knock on the door, so I quickly rushed into bed, then I covered myself with the duvet so that my identity wouldn’t get exposed before I even got the opportunity to put my life in danger.

The seafood platter was placed on the table, and after the attendant dropped the food, which I knew might end up sending me six feet under the ground, I had no choice but to take the risk instead of suffering for something that I had no power over.

I was going to consume a little bit of the seafood platter, but since I have known myself I have only been made to understand that I have seafood allergies, but I have never really experienced what it felt like so I continued eating, hoping the allergic reaction will kick in faster and when the allergy kicked in, I almost died because My face started to itch, and I could feel my throat getting tight.

I also had difficulty breathing, swelling, other allergic reactions, and I saw my life flash before my very eyes knowing that I may have lost my life in that hotel room, my family lineage may have to perish with me as the last descendant of Dylan Grayson and the only thing I will be known for will be my identity as my father’s murderer, so I immediately contacted the hotel staffs by dialing the emergency number that it took everything in me to be able to dial and I reported my case of hospital emergency.

I couldn’t make out how I was found, but I found myself in the ambulance and I was given shots of only God knows what before I started to feel alive again then I drifted off to sleep before waking up in this hospital room, wondering what my next escape plan will be after my episode of hospital emergency.