\[Nadia’s POV\]
I sit, stewing over what happened at dinner. It was a setback, but I knew once Rosco calmed down, he would most certainly see reason. I just had to wait patiently until then. I just needed to be patient and get a drink.
Getting up, I make my way out of my room and then head downstairs, which is completely devoid of life.
Frowning, I extend my senses while wondering where Hamilton and Naomi could be, but I don’t seem to feel them at all.
“Must be out,” I shrug, heading into the kitchen so I can pour myself a glass of wine.
When I arrive, the cooks and maids are all gathered around a small box TV. Their energy is dripping with fear and worry, which only makes me curious about what exactly it is that they’re watching.
“What is it?” I ask, causing a few to jump in shock and whirl around to face me. “What?” I push when they don’t answer my question. “Are you dumb or deaf?”
“About that,” one begins. “There was an accident.”
“Accident?” I repeat, furrowing my brows. “What kind of accident would allow the lot of you to stop doing your work?”
“The young master,” she continues, making my heart skip.
Not waiting for any further explanation, I shove my way through the group until I can see what is on the screen. A reporter stands in front of a photo of a building that is completely up in flames, and coming out of the building is Rosco with Denali in his arms.
“How?” I hiss, realizing that this occurrence may have ruined my plans for now. “HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?”
“They say that it was bombed,” one of the servants explains. “They’re investigating who could be responsible now.”
Who? Did they really have to search very far? Wasn’t it obvious that her damned family would be the only ones to go this far?
“Idiots!” I hiss, turning and beginning to move. “I’m going out.”
As I move, I pull my phone and immediately dial Naomi, then wait until she answers.
“Nadia, dear, what’s wrong?”
“I was going to ask the same,” I respond, grabbing my purse and heading out. “I just saw the news.”
“Oh, Nadia,” she sighs. “Are you okay? Is everything fine back home?”
“Of course,” I assure her. “Everything is fine; you don’t have to worry about me. Where is everyone now? I’m on my way.”
“At the hospital.”
At her words, I feel my heart drop as worry for Rosco begins to grow. Did he get hurt in the process of saving that bitch? I knew that she was nothing but bad news!
“Is Rosco okay?” I ask, hopping in my rental car. “I saw that he saved that... I mean Denali.” Urg, to even say her name was painful. “He didn’t get too hurt, did he?”
“Of course not,” Naomi responds. “It’s Denali. She was pretty banged up and needed surgery. She’s stable now, but Rosco is refusing to leave her side until she is discharged.”
“Got it,” I manage as my anger spikes. “Thank you for the update, Naomi.” I continue, revving my car and pulling out of the driveway. “I’ll be there soon.”
Hanging up, I slam the gas, peeling out onto the main street and then the highway while my annoyance continues to grow. How could any of this happen when I tried to ruin that bitch? Was someone working against me?
“Anastasia,” I hiss, realizing that the bitch was more than capable of it. “I’ll fucking kill her.”
Growling, I grip the steering wheel so tightly that I feel it begin to budge.
“Calm down, Nadia,” I whisper, trying to keep myself relaxed. “This is just a minor setback. You always get what you want.”
With this thought in mind, I continue driving until I reach the hospital.
When I step inside, Naomi is in the waiting room, and when she spots me, she rushes forward, pulling me into a hug.
“Where’s Rosco?” I ask once she releases me. “I’d like to see that he is okay.”
“He’s upstairs with Denali,” she explains. “Come along; I’ll take you there.”
“Thank you,” I beam.
Plastering the perfect look of concern on my face, I allow myself to be led through the double doors that keep us away from the chaos that takes place within a place like this.
As we reach our destination, I can hear a commotion, and that just makes my curiosity peak even more.
“What is this?” Naomi gasps when we reach them and find Roger and Rosco glaring at one another. “Hamilton?”
“Naomi,” Hamilton gasps, realizing that his wife was back and a witness to whatever was happening. “Why don’t you go and..."
“I was leaving anyway,” Roger growls, grabbing Beatrice and giving her a tug. “Take care of Denali.”
With that, he storms away, not bothering to acknowledge either me or Naomi. However, I won’t allow that. Untangling myself from Naomi, I reach out and grab Roger’s wrist.
“What?” He snarls before realizing it is me. “Sorry,” he continues, regaining control of his anger. “Can I help you with something?”
“Is Anastasia here with you?” I ask, deciding that this was the perfect opportunity to question her about everything that happened.
“She is,” he confirms. “But she isn’t well enough to speak at this moment.”
“Not well enough?” I gasp. “Oh my goodness, what happened?”
"She..." he begins before Beatrice whirls around, tears streaming down her face.
“She lost her baby,” she sobs, reaching out and clasping my hand. “And now she is in a coma.”
At her words, I feel my eyes grow wide with shock as I try to make sense of what is happening. How did such a well-thought-out plan for getting the man of my dreams turn into such a dramatic evening? Was all this related?
“Oh my goodness,” I hiss, trying to keep my emotions in check. “I’m so sorry to hear that. Please do keep me updated.”
“Of course, dear,” Beatrice sniffles. “You’ve been a good friend to Anastasia in the past.”
Fighting the grimace that wants to escape, I simply smile and nod, even though I know damn well we were never friends. Of course we associated with one another at events when I was in the country, but that was simply for show. I guess her mother either thought it meant we were friends or Anastasia led her to believe that.
“Thank you.”
Nodding, Beatrice gives my hands one last squeeze before finally allowing Roger to lead her away, and once they’re out of sight, I turn my attention to Rosco, who is watching me carefully.
“Rosco,” I say, deciding there was no point in remaining silent. “Are you alright?”
“Why are you here?”