Chapter 90: Plan for Revenge

Chapter 90: Plan for Revenge
Cattleya’s POV

"Yes," I whispered, barely loud. "I want them to know that the woman they tried to kill is alive and well, and that I'll bring them all to justice."

Vlad smiled, "You're brave, Catt. But right now, you need to focus on yourself and your babies. They need you. Once they're born, healthy and happy, we can talk about revenge."

I returned his smile, though it was bittersweet. He didn't know I was already plotting my revenge against those who tried to kill me and my babies and the man I loved, Jaxon. They had killed him that day, and now he was a changed man who wouldn't recognize me. But I would do anything to make him remember me, so he could exact payback on the Salvatore family for betraying him.

THREE WEEKS LATER, 

I held the metal railing as I tried to breathe properly. The pain was excruciating, radiating through my entire body. 

I wanted to scream in agony. Labor had taken hold of me, and water was streaming down my legs. I crawled to grab my phone and called Vlad. Luckily, he answered immediately.

"Vlad..."

He immediately knew what was happening from the tone of my voice. Ten minutes later, he arrived, breathing heavily from running.

He stared at me in shock, seeing the pain carved on my face while my forehead was drenched in sweat. 

Then, the doctor arrived and took me to the emergency room.

I bit my lower lip, trying to endure the pain. I gasped as I felt Vlad's warm touch on my hand. He looked so tense while whispering, "You got this, Catt. You can do this..."

He squeezed my hand tightly, offering comfort and support. I cried out in pain, pushing with all my might to expel the babies.

"You're doing well, Cattleya," the doctor encouraged. "Now, on the count of three, push!"

I pushed with renewed determination, and I heard a baby's cry. The doctor took the newborn and handed it to a nurse. "It's a girl," she announced.

"Okay, don't rest, Catt. You have another one. Take a deep breath and push," Dr. Salazar instructed.

I'd almost forgotten I was having twins. What a genetic lottery I'd won! I pushed again, my heart pounding like a drum. As soon as I heard the second baby's cry, my heart filled with joy. Tears streamed down my face as I listened to their cries, wishing Jaxon could witness this miracle.

To my surprise, Vlad took a picture of me and the twins. He smiled at me, saying, "A memory to cherish, because you did an incredible job."

Until the nurse asked with a smile, "You guys already picked a name for the twins?"

Vlad and I stared at each other, so speechless that we couldn't even utter a word.



JAXON’S POV 

"Elise is giving birth right now, and you don't even care?!" Anthony exclaimed, bursting into my office.

I lowered my pen and met his gaze. "I'm busy, and I have more important things to do than sitting in a hospital waiting room for a child to be born," I replied nonchalantly.

"Jaxon, you're going to be a father," Anthony reminded me sternly. "That's a huge responsibility. And remember, Elise said you have to marry her after the baby is born, or you'll lose the right to see your son."

Damn it. She wanted me to marry her, and I couldn't even remember her. After the car accident five months ago, I had suffered a brain injury that caused partial amnesia. I rubbed my temples, lost in thought. "Marriage isn't my thing. I just want an heir to take my place when I'm old," I muttered.

Anthony scoffed, clearly amused by my statement.

"What's so funny?" I demanded, irritated. "I told you I don't want to get married yet. And I hate women. They give me headaches every time I hear their voice."

"Alright then, but at least have the courage to see her in the hospital with your baby? She's clearly waiting for you there," Anthony pleaded, his voice laced with frustration. 

Why was he so insistent?

I shook my head, dismissing his plea with a cold tone. "I'm busy. And besides, I need to sign off on these weapons shipments to Mexico. Business comes first."

With that, Anthony had no choice but to watch me spend the next three hours immersed in paperwork, signing checks and contracts.

Then, I stepped outside and received a call from Mr. Salvatore, Elise's father. "Yes?"

"She wants to see you," he said.

"Alright, I'm coming," I replied, sighing as I hung up the phone.

I drove to the hospital, and a heavy feeling settled over me as I walked inside. Why was I feeling this way? I should be happy to see my son and the woman I once loved before the amnesia.

The guard opened the door, and Elise's smile lit up her face when she saw me. "Jaxon..." she said.

I paused, staring at her. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't feel anything for her. I glanced at the baby beside her and felt a pang of pity. 

I couldn't ignore the little life before me. I approached her, taking the baby into my arms. "What shall we call him?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

Elise replied weakly, "I don't know, maybe Jaxon Junior?"

I shook my head. "That's too common. Think of something better."

She smiled, lost in thought. "I want to name him Dylan. It means 'a man of the sea.' When I was pregnant with him, I smiled every time I saw the ocean. It felt like it changed my life."

I stared at her, a fierce intensity in my gaze. Why did the meaning of "man of the sea" hold such significance for her? How could something such as watching the ocean change her life so profoundly?

I nodded. "Alright. His name is Dylan."

She held out her hand. "Come here. I want a hug."

I handed the baby to the maid and forced myself to embrace her. She held me tightly. "I hope you're happy now that you have an heir," she whispered.

I replied coldly, "I'm happy." Then I pulled away, checking my phone. My secretary had texted me about the shipment to Mexico. A smile crept onto my face. "I gotta call my secretary," I told Elise.

She gave me a half-smile. "Sure, but be sure to come back, okay?"

I nodded and walked away, my mind racing. I had so much to do, so many things stressing me out. As I stepped outside, I paused. A woman was sitting in a wheelchair, her maid placing her twins in a carriage. She smiled patiently, waiting for her driver.

When our eyes met, my world stopped. I didn't know why, but I felt a strange connection to her. It was as if I'd known her for years. But I knew it wasn't possible. She had just given birth to twins and had a husband, for goodness' sake. What was I thinking?

She stared at me with teary eyes, so shocked that she couldn't move. I found myself walking towards her, leaning forward. "Miss, are you okay?" I asked.

She gasped, her eyes widening. When one of her babies started crying, she turned away from me and asked the maid to take them inside the van. My heart raced as I observed her twins.

"Don't look at them," she said sternly.

"Oh, I'm curious," I replied calmly. "You know, my fiancée just gave birth today—"

"Well, good for you," she interrupted, her voice filled with aggression.

I nodded calmly. I hate women, but this woman makes me feel calm. The other maid pushed her wheelchair towards the van, but I couldn't tear my gaze away. 

She glanced back, her eyes filled with a longing mirrored mine. I picked up her shoes from the floor and handed them to her. "You forgot this," I said.

Her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't. Her husband arrived, his face carved with tension. 

He glanced at his wife and asked, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, it's just that—" she began, but her husband cut her off with an intense, almost hostile stare directed at me.

And I asked her husband, "Do I know you?"

The man's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on his wife's wheelchair. "No," he replied, his voice laced with a warning. "But you better stay away from her."