Married to the crippled billionaire

Chapter 5 _ From a married to a dead man

Rhoda's POV

My eyes grew wide as I watched Lucian stand to his feet. He charged at Kenneth who was standing very close to him and landed a punch in his face

Just as Lucian was about to fall on the floor, Kenneth held him by his collar and punched him hard.

All hell broke loose in an instant. Everything happened so fast, and in a short amount of time, I saw Lucian falling backward.

Everything would have been okay if this was just another regular fall, but it was far from that.

As Lucian fell, he hit his head on a nearby glass table with a thundering noise causing panic to erupt from the hearts of many who watched.

Without thinking twice, I ran towards him and directed all my attention to my new husband.

Falling on my knees beside him, I held him close and placed my hand behind his head. Something wet touched my hand and retracting my hand from his head, I froze at the sight I saw

“Help,” I whispered at first, my heart racing as I looked at the blood stain on my hand. “Someone help me,” I yelled out, fear gripping me.

I tried to stop the bleeding, but my efforts were futile. With shaky hands, I pulled him closer, “Where are all the maids in this mansion? They were everywhere some minutes ago” I yelled, not realizing that I was already crying

I looked up at Mr. Kenneth, who was just standing frozen, looking at his son. “Don't just fu**ing stand there like a moron, do something,” I yelled at him. “Call the f**king ambulance,” I added.

It seemed like a good yelling was what the man needed because instantly, he gripped his phone from his pocket and began to make a few calls.

I had only met Lucian today and now, it seems like I was about to be a widow in less than 24 hours of meeting my husband.

No. Lucian can't die. I wasn't just panicking about his death, I was terrified about his death. Just the thought of Lucian dying after this scared the s**t out of me.

Wiping my tears away, I convinced myself that nothing was going to happen to Lucian. Even if his body was becoming cold and blood was oozing out of his head, I still convinced myself that nothing was going to happen.

Lucian was going to be okay. I was going to be okay. It turned out Kenneth's calls were as fast as a motorcycle because, in no time, Lucian was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance.

Was this because of me? If he hadn't heard about what I said to Mom and Clara, then he wouldn't have gotten angry at his dad.

He wouldn't have punched his dad and Mr Kenneth wouldn't have punched Lucian back. Lucian wouldn't have fallen, and his head wouldn't have been bleeding.

Another emotion surfaced beneath the guilt, hitting burning curiosity. Did I see Lucian stand? And if I did, has he been lying all these while? Was he pretending too?

Sitting beside Lucian say the back of the ambulance with a nurse as our only companion, I looked at Lucian's unconscious body and decided this question flooding my head wasn't't important and could wait to be answered later on

By the time we got to the hospital, the rush resumed, and there were nurses and doctors all gathered around Lucian.

He was instantly rushed to the ER while I was left behind the door to gamble with my thoughts and wait for a positive outcome.

I hope.

During my walk in the hallway, I was greeted by Mom, Dad, Clara, Kenneth, and Mrs. Rachel's presence.

“This is all your fault. If my son hadn't heard you, he wouldn't have known anything concerning the contract” Mr Kenneth barked at me, anger flashing through his black eyes

I frowned instantly. “My fault?” I asked, stunned by his words, “How is this my fault? I wasn't the one who punched him” I defended, my voice sharp

“If anything happens to my son, I will never_”

“If anything happens to your son, you're the cause because you hit him back instead of controlling yourself. You deceived him into signing a contract with me, and all this is your fault,” I said, staring daggers at me.

He pressed his lips in a thin line, staring back at me and remaining mute. I didn't relent but stared back at him with the same angry and piercing gaze.

I was tired of being used and blamed for everything and everyone around me that was hurt.

He pointed his index finger at my face, glaring at me coldly “You're damn lucky that we're in the hospital or else_”

“Kenneth, please, people are watching,” Mrs Rachael said, but I didn't care.

“Rhoda, didn't I teach you better? Why would you be speaking to your father-in-law with such a tone?” Mom asked, placing her hands gently on my shoulders but I shook them off

“Don't touch me, and keep in mind that I'm still pissed over what you and Dad did,” I uttered confidently, staring at her in confidence.

She scoffed, folding her hands on her chest and staring at me like I was mad “Well I don't know what you're talking about and I don't remember doing anything to you”

I wanted to say something, but the doctor came out, taking off his gloves, and I rushed to his side. “Please how is he?” I asked,

“Are you his family?” The doctor asked, his gaze fixed on me. He took off the nose mask and threw it into the bin.

“We all are” I heard Mrs Rachael say behind me, her voice laced with a mix of tired and anxiety

“Okay,” the doctor said, then fell silent. I didn't like the way I kept mute and out of desperation I asked again but Mr. Kenneth beat me to it

“doc how is my son?” he asked.

“I'm sorry, but we lost him.” The air around me suddenly seemed to thicken as his words sank in.

My body stiffened as his words rang further in my mind

“Time of death, 2:45 pm” A nurse announced as she walked out of the ER.

I could feel my world suddenly pausing around me.