BETROTHED TO THE BILLIONAIRE

Valerie’s POV

He got away with it after his pocket knife pierced my shoulder and someone came to rescue me.

He fled.

He is a robber. He wanted to rob me of my belongings; my jewelry, phone, and purse but I didn’t give in easily. He got mad and hurt me.

Struggling with him helped too. If I hadn’t done that, he would have been off with my things even before someone could appear to save me.

“Are you ok, ma’am?” The stranger demands from me with a smile as he helps me to a seat.

He hovers above me with arms akimbo waiting for a reply. I can’t find my voice. I am still shaken from what happened a few minutes ago and I can feel the blood oozing from my back.

There is no need for this stranger to know. Ryan will soon be here. I didn’t mean to call him but I did anyway and he should be here any minute from now.

I am just worried that I am going to bleed too much before he arrives.

The guy squats to my height with concern filling his expression. “Are you ok?” He asks me again and I nod.

He seems relieved at my reply. He snaps his head towards the road the thief took and turns to me again with a deep frown on his face. “Do you know him?”

I shake my head, wondering if he is a police officer.

“Did you see his face?”

I shake my head too.

I wish I saw his face but I didn’t. The helmet covered everything and I could barely make out his eyes too.

I am sure he is a young lad because of how he ran. A middle-aged man wouldn’t run that way.

I was in distress yet he wanted to rob me instead of helping me. This is what the world has turned to. We don’t want to help each other, we just want to derive benefits and that’s all.

If only everyone would be like me when it comes to that. I am not perfect but when it comes to helping without expecting any single thing in return, I am good at that.

“Should I take you to the nearest station?” The man’s question pulls me out of my reverie.

Now, I am sure he is either a police officer or he knows one.

Before I can tell him not to bother, I hear the horn of a car followed by the headlight. I turn slightly to see the car halting immediately and Ryan jumps out, racing towards me still in the suit.

I thought he would have changed into his pajamas ready to go to bed but he hasn’t. Maybe he was worried about me.

“Val, what the hell happened?” He grabs my shoulders, breathing heavily and I wince in pain.

He takes his hands off his shoulders immediately to see his right hand stained with my blood. His eyes widen.

“You are bleeding?” The stranger shouts in fear. This is when Ryan notices I am not alone. He turns to the guy and eyes him. “You told me you were fine, I would have taken you to the hospital…”, he observes how cold Ryan is staring at him and he pauses. “Who is this?”

“Her husband”, Ryan replies quickly before turning to me.

“Who is he?” He points towards the stranger. I don’t know if I am expected to answer that because I don’t even know his name. “Is he the one who attacked you?”

“No. He saved me from the attacker”, I reply, my head spinning, and my shoulders in pain. Unconsciously, a groan leaves my mouth and Ryan picks me up from where I sit.

“I will take you to the hospital”, he mutters as he carries me in bridal style to the car. I almost forget there is someone else until Ryan climbs in beside me and I see him staring daggers at the man again.

I wave at him, thankful for his intervention and he smiles at me, then waves.

Ryan snorts and orders John to drive off.

I lay my head on the edge of the car seat so I won’t stain the whole place with blood. I thought it was just a small scratch, why am I bleeding this way?

“Are you ok?” His worried-filled expression meets my eyes when I flutter them open. I nod without a word, feeling guilty.

If I hadn’t gotten mad at him and I didn’t leave the car to go to my parent’s place on my own, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.

I can see how much he wants to shout at me. Well, he can do that today because I can’t promise to shout back at him by tomorrow.

For this guilt, he can shout at me but he isn’t doing any of that.

A wave of dizziness hits me and I ball my fist. He takes a hold of my hold and I unclench them.

“Are you in pain?”

Isn’t it obvious?

John increases the car speed without Ryan’s instructions and I nod at Ryan.

I am fine and not fine.

I don’t even know how exactly I am feeling right now. I feel good but the blood is making me have doubts about how I feel.

The blood isn’t supposed to be this much. It is just a scratch and it can be treated with a first aid box but why do I feel dizzy and I feel like I will soon pass out?

I stretch my hand at Ryan so he will help me up. He does not take it and I wonder if he is ignoring my hands or if he isn’t seeing it.

My eyes grow smaller. My teeth hit each other in agony as I force myself to sit upright. This is when I feel the real pain. It hurt like hell just like the first time he pierced me.

Is it deep? Is this why it hurts so much?

Then, I begin to tremble. Not because of the cold, I am wearing a jacket. I don’t know why I am shaking like a leaf.

Ryan notices it too and quickly takes off his suit, then puts it over my shoulder.

The trembling stop and the dizziness take over. I am about to shout at John to f***ing fly if possible so we can get to the hospital as soon as possible.

This is obviously not what I thought. This is obviously not something small.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I am bleeding too much. It wasn’t a piercing, it was a deep cut.

I try to open my mouth but it fails me. Before I can force myself to open my mouth and say whatever comes to my head, my head hits Ryan’s shoulder and I lose consciousness.