THE UNKNOWN BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS

Episode 002

Mrs. Lawson c****d the gun and kept pointing it at me. "Do you think I will allow you to destroy the legacy I and my husband have built over the years with your desperate desire to give birth to that bastard in your womb?" Mrs. Lawson spoke. "So, what are you waiting for?" "Pull the trigger," I instructed. But before I could complete the statement, I heard a gunshot.

I felt like it was the end of my life as my entire existence and experiences flashed before my eyes in an instant. I felt pain in every part of my body, yet there was no blood spilling out. "That was close, but the next gunshot will go directly into your skull," she'd said. I stopped dead in my tracks, overcome with shock and horror, even though the bullet didn't hit me.

I was aware that the Lawsons' primary source of income was narcotics and illegal activities, despite the fact that they own one of the country's largest companies, but I had no idea Mrs. Lawson was so involved. This was the first time I saw her pull the trigger, and I realized she was not joking.

"Why? Isn't this baby your blood? Why would you willingly harm your grandchild? I asked. "Because it has been contaminated by the blood of a slave," she told me.

"Henriksen!" she screamed out to her second son, who dashed out of his room. "Wow, mama, what are you doing with a gun?" He asked, surprised. "Tie that slave down," she demanded, pointing at me. Herikson is not someone who would pass up the opportunity to harass me. "Okay, mama," he said softly before grasping and pinning me down.

Mrs. Lawson strangled me to force me to swallow the medicine. "Open your mouth, b***h," she snarled. It hurt, and I couldn't hold on for long. She eventually succeeded in shoving the pills down my throat. "Hold her down for a few more minutes," she said.

Mr. Lawson stood up and applauded his wife. "You are still as tough as when you were in your youth," he complimented and kissed her. "You know this was why you fell in love with me," Mrs. Lawson said. Adam remained silent and mute, as if he had no more life in him.

After a few minutes, she told him, “Throw the garbage outside." Henrikson lifted me on his shoulder and hurled me outside, as if I were junk to be rid of. My back ached as I fell to the ground. "I do not want to see you set your feet on this property ever again," Henrikson instructed, and walked away.

Mr. Nevez stared at me with pity. "I told you before that you belonged in my world, not theirs. "I told you to stick with me and not him, but you prefer looks and money, and you prefer to dream about the impossible," Mr. Nevez said before closing the gate.

Mr. Nevez's remark wounded me even more because I chose Adam out of love, not for his money, because I stayed with him after he abandoned his home and the money that came with it.

I remained on the ground until I felt a strong pain in my lower abdomen. "It must be the effect of the abortion drugs," I reassured myself, feeling a strong desire to save my child. "I have to save my child," I told myself as I stood up, ignoring the pain. As the pain worsened, I started running towards the nearby hospital.

I rushed for about 10 minutes till I arrived at the closest hospital, but before I could enter, my legs became paralyzed, and I was unable to move again. "The baby was the only purpose left for my life; if it should die, then it is better I die with it," I thought to myself. My discomfort worsened as I began to bleed heavily. I continued to crawl while shouting, "Please help me." The security officers observed me, opened the gate, and took me to the hospital.

I grabbed one of the nurses and begged her to save my child. Before I lapsed into a coma, I could dimly hear the words "we will do our best.".

I awoke to find a middle-aged woman seated by my bed. I attempted to stand up but had to sit back down due to intense discomfort. "Because, my dear, you are yet to heal completely," she told me.

"Who are you?" I asked. "I am Ema Domigo, and I am the nurse in charge of you," she said while smiling. "Is my baby alright?" I inquired, hoping to learn that I had truly been able to save the baby's life. "I am sorry; we did our best, but it wasn't enough to save the pregnancy," she said with a sorrowful and guilty expression.

Tears quickly flowed down my cheeks. "Indeed, I am destined to die, not live," I assured myself. "I am sorry," she said again. "It's fine," I suddenly summoned courage and said. I knew I had to end my life, and I didn't want sympathy from others. "Where is the father of the child?" she inquired.

Not wanting to stress myself with the burden of telling the story, I just replied, “He is dead." I am so sorry to hear that. “Who will be coming to discharge you?” She further asked. “Her question made me feel the pain of being an orphan even though it was a fact since my childhood.

"I have nobody; I am an orphan without siblings or any family," I told her. She shook her head in pity. "Don't worry, I'll work to pay the hospital expenses once I'm strong," I added. Ema smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. I resolved to work for a few months to fund hospital fees before taking my life.

They continued to treat me for the following two weeks until I felt healthy enough to depart. Ema, who knew I had nowhere to go, paid my hospital costs and drove me to her house. She lives alone with her daughter Madira, and they welcome me as their own.

After four months of working at a supermarket, I was able to fully pay off my debt to Ema. She thanked me and said, "Thank you, my dear." I responded, "I should be the one to thank you.". I expressed my desire to leave. She asked where I was going, and I replied, "Probably back home."

I could see the confusion on her face because I informed her earlier at the hospital that I had nowhere to go. "I need to go gather the pieces of my life together and start afresh," I told her. "Well, you're an adult. "However, I want you to know that you are always welcome here," she responded. "Thank you, ma; I do not take your kindness for granted." I said while I hugged her.

There wasn't much to pack, hopefully just a few pieces of clothing she gave me when I initially arrived at her flat. I grabbed those clothes, hugged her, and went out. I wasn't actually going anywhere; perhaps I was. I plan to commit suicide by jumping off the bridge into the water.

I went carefully through the streets, recalling the beginning of my life. The few happy memories of life also came flooding in, making me grin. Indeed, Adam is both the best and worst thing that has happened to me in my twenty-two years of existence. I couldn't help but chuckle as I cheered fate for playing pranks on me.

As I reached the bridge, I exclaimed, "My beloved friend, Water, I cast myself into your bosom," after staring at it for a while. I was about to jump when I heard a booming voice behind me. "Don't do it, Ariana." The voice was strange. I felt inquisitive about the stranger who had just mentioned my name. I turned around to ask, "Who are you?" I'm Jackson Herman, the attorney for your biological father, Godfrey Benson.

"What are you saying, biological father? "I'm a Cluckson," I said. "I didn't mean your father, but your true biological father," Mr. Jackson said.