Chapter 4
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Kyle arrived at the crash site in his private helicopter, and upon his arrival, he saw the aircraft parts scattered with fumes and dirt all over it.
His stomach churned, in anticipation of the unfavourable news he might receive.
He got down and approached a group of inspectors standing around the scene, he wanted to get more details about the flight.
“Have you seen any passenger with the name Elena Grant? Brown hair? Slim and Beautiful?” He asked after he briefly introduced himself.
He felt stupid being unable to describe his her.
“Well, these are the names of the passengers who boarded the flight, and here is the list of survivors?” One of the inspectors stated.
After glancing through the first list, he confirmed that she was present on the flight, but upon looking at the second list, it felt like his heart had stopped beating.
“I can't find her name here, w–where is she? What did you do with her?” Kyle asked, agitated.
“I'm sorry sir, but you have to calm down.” He said sullenly, taking his cap off his head.
“I'm sorry sir, but we couldn't save.” He added.
“Is there anything else you want us to do for you, sir?” Another inspector asked.
Kyle stood still, he couldn't digest the words they said. It felt like his whole life had come crumbling.
How was he going to live with this, having known that he had killed Elena? What is he going to tell her parents?
He fell to his knees, clenching onto the dirt and debris below him.
“This shouldn't be happening.” He muttered.
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Elena woke up in a strange room painted in white, it had no windows, designs or furniture, just a white fluffy bed where she lay on.
Her eyes squinted in response to the bright light above her.
She tried to uncover where she was and how she got there but was welcomed with a severe neckache as she moved her head around.
At that instant, she heard what felt to be a young female voice coming from beside her.
“She's awake, sir!” It sounded like that of a young person, but who?
“Who are you? And where am I?” Elena asked, her voice trembling.
“Please calm down, ma'am.” The lady said, “He'll be here in a minute!”
“Who's going to be here?”
“What are you talking about– ahh!” The headache worsened and she placed her palm on her head.
“What the hell is happening to me?” She questioned in distress.
The more she tried to remember how she got there, the more the ache increased. She remembered leaving the hotel she lodged in, and also her arrival at the airport.
But what next? She thought.
Suddenly, a middle-aged man walked into the room unannounced, he appeared wealthy and decent, walking gracefully with each stride he took.
However, she knew who he was, she couldn't have forgotten him.
It was her uncle, Ivan Slade, a renowned manager and fashion brand designer. He was her role model and her Icon when she was little.
She always wanted to meet him in person, but not like this, not after living a miserable life, wasting two years of her life.
“Uncle!” She managed to mutter, feeling all sense of numbness in her body.
“Relax dear, you need to rest!” His ever-soothing voice eased her nerves.
“But, how did you–” She stuttered before being shushed.
Ivan smiled, “My brother sent me!” He said calmly, sitting gradually beside her.
“Dad!!! You mean Dad sent you?”
“Yes, he did… the plane you boarded crashed, and luckily you survived,” He said.
“Thankfully, you were left with a few bruises and no permanent scars or fractures.” He heaved a sigh of relief.
“You are in a distant country Elena, very far from where anyone can find you.” He added.
“Wait, how long have I been out?” She asked, concerned.
“Approximately, three weeks— you have to be taken care of till you fully recover.” He said.
It was then it dawned on her, and she screamed fearfully.
“My baby!”
“How's my baby, hope nothing happened to it.” She cried out.
“We did some scans and discovered it earlier, so we ensured it had all the nutrients required for it to be healthy.”
She heaved a sigh of relief.
“Thank Goodness!”
“But then, I must remind you Elena, you're dead to the outside world, you have to stay hidden for a very long time.”
She let out a gasp, clenching onto the bed sheets.
She didn't know whether to feel happy that she was finally going to get away from everyone or sad that everyone would feel she had died, and she couldn't go back to them.
Ivan noticed how pensive she looked and then he asked.
“However, would you like to work under me as a fashion designer, you'll be mentored directly by me.”
A glint of hope flashed across her eyes. “Yes!, I mean, who wouldn't like to work under you.’
“I've always admired your work, and I feel honoured to have you as my uncle.” She felt delighted.
The smile on his face gradually diminished, he knew he wasn't worthy of having such a wonderful niece.
“Kindly excuse me, El.” He said, standing up from beside her. “I have an important call to make.”
“Of course.” She responded, politely.
He got outside the building, standing on the balcony while watching the waves hit the shore.
The sea breeze slowly passed over him, sending shivers of regret through his bones.
“He had sold his niece,” he mumbled. He took out a cigarette and lit it, blowing it into the wind.
The plane hijack was initiated by Sophia, she wanted to eliminate Elena for good, and he was the catalyst.
He had planned it all out for money and power. And when he went to verify her death, he couldn't stand the sight of what he saw.
And luckily for Elena, she barely had any major injuries.
He had to take her in secretly, with the help of the inspectors, lying to Sophia that she had died.
And he swore that he was going to give her the best life anyone could get as a fashion designer, making up for the crimes he committed.
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