THE ALPHA'S PERFECT LUNA

Chapter 5:- Apply to be my wife instead

The doctor answered, and I knew I would forever remember this moment. The doctor's voice and the nurse's fake but sympathetic smile said it all.

'Cough cough.'

The cough from someone in the ward was my death sentence.

“You have not more than five years left.” The doctor said:

The words echoed in my mind, reverberating with a cruel finality. Five years. There are five years left to live. The diagnosis hung heavy in the air, suffocating me as I struggled.

Leukemia. The word echoed like a death knell in my ears.

"Please, can I be alone?” I said, and they nodded before leaving the room.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as I tried to hold back the overwhelming rush of emotions.

Mary's face came before my eyes. How could I tell her? How could I burden her with the news?

Mary, sensing my distress, approached me cautiously. She reached out a trembling hand, her touch gentle and comforting. "Jade, what did the doctor say? Are you okay?" Her voice quivered with concern.

I struggled to find my voice. "Mary," I choked out, my words barely a whisper. "I have leukemia. The doctor said, I only have five years left."

A strangled sob escaped my lips, and Mary's eyes widened in shock. She pulled me into a tight embrace, her arms offering solace and warmth. "Oh, Jade," she whispered, her voice laced with sadness. "I'm so sorry. I can't even begin to imagine how you're feeling right now."

We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, wrapped in each other's arms.

"Why me?" I whispered to the silent room, my voice filled with anguish. "Why now? I had so many plans, so many dreams."

“What's the time?” I wiped my tears.

“Huh? Oh, it's 10 a.m.”

“My interview, Mary, I should leave... Five years is not too small to live my life.”

“Now I must find love.” I forced out a fake smile and winked at Mary as I weakly stood up from the hospital bed after taking off all the wires that were connected to my hand.

As I walked out of the hospital, I couldn't help but feel a sense of determination wash over me. Five years wasn't a lot of time, but I was determined to make the most of it. I hailed a cab and gave the driver the address of the company I was about to interview with.

"What's his name again?" I muttered to myself, trying to remember the name of the CEO I was about to meet.

"Aryan Black," I remembered, my eyes widening as I pulled out my phone to research more about him. My eyes scanned through his Wikipedia page, and I raised an eyebrow.

"Playboy, huh?" I sighed, shaking my head. I wasn't going to let his reputation intimidate me, though. I was going to nail this interview and make a name for myself, no matter what.

The cab pulled up to the sleek, modern building, and I took a deep breath before stepping out. I walked into the lobby, my heels clicking on the marble floor, and made my way to the reception desk.

"Hi, I'm here for the interview with Aryan Black," I said confidently, my smile bright and wide.

The receptionist nodded and led me to a waiting room, where I sat for about 15 minutes before a woman with piercing green eyes and long, curly hair walked in.

"Hi, you are Jade, right? I'm Avery. It's nice to meet you," she said, her smile warm and friendly.

We walked into a spacious office, and I couldn't help but notice the stunning view of the city skyline.

"So, Jade, tell me a little bit about yourself," Avery said, her eyes scanning through my resume.

I launched into a passionate speech about my skills and experience, and Avery listened intently, nodding along.

Just as we were about to wrap up the interview, the door burst open, and a tall, dark-haired man walked in, his piercing blue eyes locking onto mine.

"Sorry to interrupt, Avery," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

Avery stood up, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. "Of course, boss."

My eyes followed her as she left the room, and then I turned back to the man, my heart racing.

"Aryan Black," he said, his smile charming and devastating.

I felt like I was in slow motion as I turned to face him, my heart pounding in my chest.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned against the desk, his eyes never leaving mine."I could ask you the same thing," he said, his voice low and husky.

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. "I'm here for the interview," I stammered.

Aryan chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"I think we can skip the interview, don't you?" My heart skipped a beat as he walked towards me, his eyes filled with intensity.

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I realized he was teasing me. "I...I suppose so," I stuttered.

Aryan walked closer to me, his movements fluid. "So, Jade, tell me, what makes you think you're qualified for this position?"

I tried to focus on his words, but my mind was racing with thoughts of his piercing blue eyes and chiseled features. "I...I have a lot of experience in marketing and management," I stammered.Truth be told I knew nothing, just a little.

Aryan raised an eyebrow. "That's impressive. But I'm looking for someone with more than just skills. I need someone who is passionate, driven, and willing to take risks."

I felt a surge of determination. "I'm that person," I said.

Aryan smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I like your confidence. But can you prove it to me?"

I nodded, my heart racing. "Yes, I can.

"Alright then Instead of applying for the assistant position, why don't you apply for the position of being my wife?" My jaw dropped, and I felt like I was in a dream. Was this really happening?