The Heir’s Inheritance

Episode1

SARAH'S POV:

“Mother!” “Mother!” I scream in despair and agony as I rush toward the crumpled form of my mother laying on the ground.

Tears roll down my cheeks at a fast pace as I try to lift her up from the ground. “Please!” “Please, you can't die now!” I scream as I manage to pull her up from the ground.

My heart rate is double its normal pace, and I can practically feel it in my throat. The fear that my mom has finally given in to her battle with cancer has me gasping for breath.

I manage to put her in the backseat of the car after expending much energy. I find myself crying all through the ride to the hospital. I pray to whichever God that is out there listening to save my mother.

I pull the car to a stop in front of the hospital, stumbling out of the car and into the building.

“Doctor, please you have to help my mother! Please, you have to save her! She can't die now!!” I break down crying, tears and snot rolling down my chin.

“Calm down, miss Sarah. Where is she?!” The doctor asks in an alarmed tone as the nurses gaze sympathetically at me.

“She's — she's in my car.” I manage to call out in between sobs.

The nurses hurry to where my car is parked, and soon they lift her out, placing her gently on the gurney, rolling her away.

“Is my mother going to be fine, doctor?” I ask in a sorrowful tone.

“She's alive for now, but like I told you earlier, we need to start treatment immediately.” The doctor says in an empathetic tone.

“I'm going to get the money available, doctor. Just do everything in your power to save her.” I plead with him as they roll her into the ER.

“You know this is not how we work, Sarah. If you can't get the money, I'm sorry but we can't start any treatments.” The doctor responds in a sad but low tone.

“Okay. Okay. Just ensure she's fine for now, I'm going to bring the money for you by the end of the day.” I say in a determined tone as I plead with him.

The doctor nods in response as he goes after the nurses, closing the door to the ER behind him.

I march out of the hospital, wiping my tears as I wrack my brain, trying to think of all the possible ways I could make enough money for my mother's treatment.

I just got my law degree, and even if I were to land an extremely huge case — which is highly unlikely — I still wouldn't be paid soon enough.

I need a huge amount of money, and I need it fast. Enough money to cover my mom's chemotherapy.

The only way I can get my hands on that amount of money is through unsavory means. Illegal means.

My whirring mind returns to the present when my phone starts ringing. I pick tup he call, sighing in relief when I realize it's Elizabeth on the other end of the line.

Beth and I have been friends right from childhood, and if there's any person who can help me out at this moment, it's her.

“I got your message, Sarah. How is she?” Beth asks immediately, a sense of urgency in her tone.

“I don't know, Beth. I need money and I need it urgently, if not she might die.” I whisper in a wobbly tone.

“We won't let that happen!” Beth says in a strong determined tone that gives me a little hope.

“Then what can we do?” I ask in a desperate tone.

“I know you are not going to like my idea, but I think maybe we should pay Drew a visit.” Beth says in a hesitant tone.

“You know we can't do that! He's dangerous! And why would he even help us?” I ask in a reluctant tone that has no real fire in it.

“He's the only one that can help you right now. And I will talk to him, I once worked for him in his club, remember?” Beth says in response.

I inhale deeply, making up my mind to do whatever it takes to see my mother survive, even if it means getting into bed with the devil's incarnate.

A short while ago, when things weren't so rosy for Beth, she began working at Drew's club. For some time, he had been obsessed with her, and he had also tried to make me work for him. But that's all behind us now.

It pain's my heart that we have to go back to him for help. Drew was not a Saint, he dabbled in all things illegal.

“Fine, I'm on my way to your house now, I will pick you up.” I say to Beth in a resigned tone, resolving within myself that this is the last time I will ever have anything to do with the devil.

Beth pulls open the car door, when I pull to a stop in front of her house. She gives me a tight smile but we don't say anything to each other, basking in the silence.

“Whatever happens in there, just know I got your back, and it's going to be me and you forever.” Beth says, gripping my hand in hers as I pull to a stop in front of the club.

I nod gratefully in response as I step out of the car. We both walk hand in hand towards the bouncer at the back door of the club.

He barely grunts in response to Beth's greeting as she leads me inside the club. She leads me straight up the stairs, pulling to a stop in front of the only door on this floor.

Beth knocks gently on the door, and I find myself holding my breath, while waiting for a response.

“Come in.” A gruff voice orders, causing me to shiver on the spot.

Beth inhales deeply before turning the door knob, leading me inside the office. I freeze for a moment when we both come face to face with Drew.

Indeed the saying is true. The devil is as beautiful as an angel.

“Beth.” Drew says, an intense moment passing between them. I don't miss the smirk on his lips and the smugness in his eyes.

“Drew.” Beth says in response, swallowing deeply.

“I received your message.” Drew says as his gaze flits to me.

He remains quiet for some minutes, leaving me confused for a second until it dawns on me. He wants me to ask him myself. I guess it's thrilling for him to watch me beg for his help.

“I need your help.” I say in a low tone, my eyes filling with tears at my precarious situation.

Drew doesn't say anything in response, opting to stare uncomfortably at me for a few minutes before pulling open his drawer.

He takes out a manilla file from the drawer, dropping it on the edge of the table. “Go through it and tell me what you think.” Drew says as he leans back in his chair.

I share a tentative look with Beth before taking a hesitant step forward. I stay a healthy distance away from the table, stretching my hands to pick the file up.

I pull it open, my brows furrowing in confusion when I see a picture of a large diamond ring.

“What's this?” I ask, voicing out my concerns.

I feel Beth's breath on my cheek as she leads closer to me, peering into the file.

“The Château Noir. One of its kind. I want it, and it has recently been bought by an anonymous source.” Drew says finally after a moment of silence.

“The good thing is that my inside resources have given me the details of the anonymous buyer, and your job will be to steal it from them.” Drew says, his words confirming my earlier fear.

Oh my God! I'm doomed. This is so much worse than I expected!!

He brings out another file, pushing it closer to me. “These are all the details of the anonymous buyer.”

I pick up the file with a resolute frown on my face, willing to do anything at this point if it will guarantee my mother's survival. I pull it open and the name I see on the pages has my breath stopping in my throat.

“This is— this is Robert Lincoln?!” I ask in an alarmed and shaky tone

“Yes it is. Is that going to be a problem?” He asks with raised brows.

How do I tell him that I can't go through with the plan anymore because Robert is the son of the man my mom worked for all her life?