chapter[31]

chapter[31]
CHAPTER 31
Noah.

I found myself standing at a perplexing intersection of emotions, a point of confusion I had never encountered before in my life. My mind was racing, overwhelmed with swirling thoughts and deep worries, until a call suddenly came through from my men. I had commanded them to go find her parents and offer them a million dollars in a desperate attempt to untangle the complex web of Selena’s troubled past.

With urgency, I picked up the phone, my voice sharp and demanding as I responded, “Yes, all this time! I told you to give them the money sooner and to collect all the data from Malik as well.” My frown deepened, annoyance bubbling to the surface, a reflection of the anxiety gnawing at me.

The voice on the other end trembled slightly, “Sir—”

“Speak up,” I commanded, my tone brooking no argument. I needed answers, and I needed them fast.

“There are no parents,” he blurted out, the words hanging heavily in the air, like a lead weight in my stomach.

“What?” I screamed, shock coursing through me like a jolt of electricity, my heart racing as disbelief washed over me.

“What the hell do you mean? Couldn’t you find them? You already have her full name, her passport details, and her parents’ address!” My voice lowered instinctively, a reflexive response as I noticed Selena staring at me, her wide eyes reflecting confusion and concern. I stepped out of the salon, but my gaze remained fixed on her, unwilling to break that connection.

“Sir, everything was correct. This house is her parents’ house,” he informed me, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation.

“Then where’s the problem? You didn’t find them in the house?! Maybe they are out somewhere, perhaps running errands or visiting friends. Just wait for them,” I commanded him, my frustration mounting with each word.

“Sir, listen to me. Miss Selena’s parents died a year ago. Her best friend died that same year, and she has been living alone ever since,” he explained, his voice tinged with empathy, an emotion I was struggling to process.

I struggled to wrap my mind around the devastating information he was conveying. My thoughts raced as I exhaled sharply, rubbing my ear in disbelief, trying to dispel the overwhelming shock. “But Steven said she has parents. He assured me they were alive. What happened?”

“Sir, none of her friends know anything about her true situation. They are all just repeating what she told them, that’s all. Even her relatives are in the dark; she blames them for her parents’ deaths. They died normally, or so I’ve been told. From what I heard, her father passed away first, and then her mother stopped eating for days, crying incessantly until she succumbed to her grief,” he elaborated, painting a vivid picture of the tragic events that had unfolded in Selena’s life.

“Okay, I have to go now. No more information is needed. Come back soon, but to Italy,” I commanded my man, my mind racing with the implications of this heartbreaking news.

At least now, I understood a portion of what was happening with her. She had completely refused to accept her parents’ deaths, which explained why her life seemed perpetually shrouded in mystery. She was clearly unwell, both emotionally and perhaps physically. That’s why she had said she was not afraid to die. I needed to take her back to the hospital immediately, and the urgency of the moment weighed heavily on my shoulders.

I barged back into the salon, my heart pounding in my chest, and grasped her arm with a sense of determination, feeling a surge of urgency coursing through me. She twitched her brows, confusion etched on her face, as she sought to understand my sudden intensity. “What’s going on, Noah?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

I cleared my throat, attempting to steady my racing heart and gather my thoughts. “Nice to meet you, Mr.— um, sorry, but we need to go. Selena is very sick and not feeling well because she is pregnant. I’ll have my men contact you later. By the way, I’m her husband, Noah Blanco Corsini,” I said, introducing myself to the man who stood nearby, my desperation palpable.

He choked slightly on his words before shaking my hand firmly, his grip surprisingly strong. “Sir, nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you. You’re a legend in this industry. Please, contact me at any time. I will go anywhere for you and for Mrs. Selena as well. Her mother was my favorite client,” he said, his tone heavy with sorrow, as he turned to leave, a long sigh escaping his lips, revealing the depth of his empathy.

In that moment, it struck me that he knew about her parents’ deaths. The realization hit me hard, and I quickly shushed him, “Okay. No more words. We are in a hurry.”

All the while, Selena had been silently observing the exchange between us, her expression unreadable and distant. She appeared breathless, possibly angry, but I feared she might remember something painful, and I couldn’t let that happen. I snapped at my guards to follow us immediately, scooping her into my arms as I stormed out of the salon, making my way to our waiting limo, my heart racing with concern.

My personal assistant peeked into the vehicle, concern etched on his face as he assessed the situation. “Sir, where are we headed now? Should I inform the driver? To the hospital, as you initially planned?” he asked, trying to gauge my intentions as he looked between me and Selena.

I carefully placed Selena in the back seat, turning my head to face him with a sense of urgency. “Yes, but not here. We are going back to Italy now. Bring me the best doctors from Germany, from France, from all over the world,” I commanded him sternly, my resolve strengthening with every word as I felt the weight of responsibility pressing down on me.

Then I turned to my right-hand man, Fredrick, who had been waiting for further instructions. “Prepare the jet now; we are not going to the resort. We will fly back to Italy immediately,” I ordered him, my voice firm. He nodded, understanding the urgency of the situation, and began the preparations, following us in another limo, the sound of tires screeching as we sped away.

I grabbed my cell phone and called Steven, my mind racing with thoughts of what I needed to tell him. “Hey, stay in Italy. We’re coming in a few hours. And don’t ask questions right now,” I said tersely before hanging up, knowing I couldn’t explain anything in front of Selena.

Her silence gnawed at me, worry creeping in as I sensed she was trying to process the loss of her parents. Something was causing her to heave loudly, her body shivering as if she were battling an internal storm of emotions that I couldn’t quite comprehend.

I pulled her closer to my chest, gently rubbing her back and kissing her forehead, longing to soothe her and alleviate her fears. Is she losing the ability to speak? Please don’t let that happen. Please, I whispered in my mind, hoping for a miracle, wishing I could shield her from the harsh realities that loomed over us.

Finally, we arrived at my jet, the sleek aircraft gleaming under the bright lights. However, she refused to exit the limo, her expression hardening as anger flashed in her eyes. “Selena, honey. I’m sorry, but we need to go now,” I urged, my voice firm yet gentle, hoping to break through the barrier of distress that had enveloped her.

She furrowed her eyebrows, her expression one of deep distress as she gazed at me. “Noah, I’m not feeling well. I don’t want to go back now. I just want to stay here and forget everything.”

I cupped her cheeks, kneeling down to meet her gaze, trying to convey my sincerity. “Honey, remember a couple of days ago when I asked if you knew how to fly a plane?”

She nodded slowly, her eyes wide with uncertainty. “Yes, I remember, and I said no.”

“Exactly, and that’s my surprise for you. I will fly this jet now, just for you. I’ll show you the world from above, from a perspective you’ve never experienced before. I promise you’ll love it,” I told her, though I felt a shiver run through me, realizing that I was the one who felt vulnerable, not her, as I tried to push aside my own fears.

She cleared her throat, her voice trembling as she spoke. “Noah, you are taking me to the hospital, right? I don’t want to die in a hospital. Please, I want to be at home, where I feel safe.”

I smiled softly, trying to reassure her amidst the chaos. “Okay, we will do some check-ups, and I promise we’ll be back in our house after that. Trust me, Selena. You’re not alone in this; I’m here for you.”