REBORN FOR REVENGE

CHAPTER FOUR -REBORN FOR REVENGE

MARA’S POV

The beeping of a heart rate monitor stirred me awake and a dull pounding ache spread through my head as the smell of antiseptic filled my nostrils.

I was alive.

I could still remember how Clara had driven me off the road, I could still see the twisted look on her face, how helpless I had been as I laid there on the ground, waiting to die.

But somehow, against all odds, I had survived.

“You’re awake,” a cool masculine voice suddenly said, making me turn my head slightly to find someone I had never expected to see— Carlson Grey, sitting on a couch near my bed and looking at me in concern.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Carlson was a billionaire and recently, he became a business partner in my father’s company, yet here he was, sitting in front of me.

“Where am I?” I asked, my voice sounding hoarse.

“The hospital. You were badly injured,” Carlson said, his gaze flickering away from my face, like he couldn’t stand to look at me. “You almost didn’t make it.”

“You found me?” I croaked out, trying to find my voice.

He nodded, glancing away again, “I was out for a late night drive when I heard the crash, when I found you, you were barely breathing, and so I called an ambulance quickly and brought you here. My personal doctor has been the one treating you since.”

“How long have I been here?” I asked him, ignoring the blinding ache in my head.

“It has been three days now.”

That’s right, I needed to call Emma, I needed to report Clara to the police as soon as possible.

“I need to go home now,” I rasped as I tried to stand up. “My parents, Ben—”

Suddenly, the door to the hospital room swung open and a doctor entered.

“Mrs Anderson,” he greeted, with a warm expression. “You are finally awake. If Mr Grey hadn’t been there at that time, I doubt you would be with us right now.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, staring at me in concern.

“Like I fell off a cliff,” I muttered sarcastically.

The doctor did not laugh, from the way he and Carlson looked at me, I could already tell that there was something terribly wrong.

“Mara… there is something we need to discuss,” he started, in a gentle but firm tone. “You sustained severe facial injuries. The impact shattered multiple bones, even if we do surgery, there is a high tendency that you will not look the same way you looked before.

A sinking feeling landed in my gut as I processed what that meant.

“I need to see my daughter, I need to tell them that my sister is a monster!! How can they believe me if I look different?!!” I asked them, already panicking.

“Mara, you were unrecognizable when I found you,” Carlson said, his dark eyes filled with pity. “I only knew it was you because you were still wearing the clothes you wore to work that day.”

“So what are you saying right now? That even my family cannot recognize me?” I shouted angrily.

No, there was no way this was happening to me right now.

I hadn’t fought so hard for my life, just for it to be taken away from me.

“I need a mirror,” I said suddenly.

“I don’t think that is advisable considering—” the doctor’s voice tuned out as something caught my eyes on the television.

“--A tragic accident has shaken the Anderson family,” a news anchor said, “Clara Anderson, daughter of the esteemed businessman William Anderson, was killed in a fatal incident. Her twin sister, Mara, survived and is currently being interviewed.”

My blood ran cold.

“What!!!” I exclaimed as I looked at the screen. How was Clara dead?

Had she really taken my place assuming that I was dead?

Carlson grabbed the TV remote and increased the volume.

On the screen, Clara sat inside our family house, her face streaked with tears as my mother sat by her side, stroking her shoulder.

“I…I still can’t believe she is gone,” she cried, her voice trembling.

“What exactly happened?” a reporter asked.

“We were on our way back home when we were attacked and drugged by a crazy man. He tried to kill us and Clara—-” she paused, breaking into a sob. “Clara saved me— she saved us.”

My hands clenched into fists as I watched her.

That b***h, I was going to kill that f*****g b***h.

“The crazy bastard shot me in the leg, but Clara managed to untie herself and knock him out. Even then, she refused to leave me alone. She grabbed his gun, and together we tried to get to safety, when he came after us with his truck,” she said, still trembling.

“She pushed me out of the way,” she continued.

“And then I had to watch as that bastard ran her off the cliff. As soon as he came out of his car, he tried to grab me, but I shot him dead, and then I tried to save her but… I was too late,” she said, sobbing louder, while my mother held back her own tears.

“I should have tried harder mum,” she cried as my mother pulled her into her arms, consoling her.

That liar. That murderer. I watched her as rage filled my bones.

“She has taken my life,” I whispered, still hoping that this whole thing was a nightmare.

“She thinks you are dead,” Carlson replied to me, with a grim expression.

I turned to him, my hands gripping the sheets as a new kind of fire fueled my veins.

“She is going to pay for this,” I said, in a low voice, watching my twin sister, unable to believe that I could feel this level of hatred for someone.

“What are you going to do?” Carlson asked, and I turned to him with a crazy smile on my face.

“I am going to get a new face and f*****g kill that bitch.”