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When the paths of a mafia's runaway daughter and a grieving businessman cross paths, with a contract as the intersection. • • • Genesis lives a pretty contented life as a nurse. Her life has no drama outside the ruckus she faces at the hospital. Smooth and somewhat steady, that was how her life was moving until she was assigned to a little boy that had temporarily lost his ability to walk. The kid was not a problem, however his father was. Dante De Ambrose was one hell of an unpredictable man, quite like his son. He had resorted to facing his child and his business after he witnessed the gruesome murder of his wife and first love. Until he came across a force that cracked his shell, a woman that easily reached into his heart and touched those parts that he had been hiding away for so long; a woman that made his son smile like he never had since they both lost the most important woman in their lives. A contract marriage comes into the mix as things begin to get more complicated. For Dante, it is for the sake of his son; and for Genesis, it's simply for the extra funds. All in all, for both of them, it is nothing more than an agreement... or is it really?
Hired for the Billionaire's Son Chapter 1 Downhill
DANTE
Dante was aware that his son was full of surprises. The little boy said the most unexpected things, words that would jumble one's thoughts and leave one tongue-tied.
Today, during their drive back home, the kid had asked a rather innocent question; yet, Dante had no answer for his son. Even as he scanned some documents in his office, the question still floated in his mind, disturbing his peace.
"Daddy, when will I have a new mommy?" the boy had inquired from Dante.
This question was rather different and milder than the intricate questions the little boy normally asked. But Dante would rather answer a million of those than the one thrown at him at that moment.
So, he had glanced at his son briefly and focused back on the road ahead before he responded, "El, let me focus on driving."
He was fortunate enough that Elon did not prod any further even after they had gotten home. If the kid had given up or had just forgotten, he did not know. But one thing he knew was that he would be cornered with the same question again, sooner or later.
As he stacked papers neatly, he decided that that would be a problem to worry about later. But as he strode out of his study, he heard the most heart wrenching scream he had heard in his life, one that felt like a bullet in his heart and sent painful shivers down his spine.
That was his son's voice. His Elon had let out that scream filled the darkest of terrors. He did not even realize it when the movement of his strides gained speed and he was sprinting down the hallway.
As soon as he reached the flight of stairs, he stopped right in his tracks. The sight before him had rendered him stiff and unable to inhale. Nothing in this world could have prepared him for the gore he was beholding. And his son was right in the middle of it all, looking like every source of life had drained from his body.
When Dante managed to croak out a question, it was, "what happened?"
With quivering lips, one of the housekeepers responded, "he slipped from the top of the stairs."
'From the top of the stairs,' he reasoned to himself. A flight of stairs that had over fifty steps, his son had slipped from there. And that was when a sense of urgency sparked in his head, numbing the waves of shock he was feeling just seconds ago.
He lifted his son from the pool of blood and ran as fast as he could out of the door and into his car. Against the steering, his fingers shivered. He had never been that scared in his life, not even when he witnessed his deceased wife at gunpoint. And he, Elon, was the only piece of her he had left.
His world would crumble into dust if anything should happen to the boy.
He must have violated a thousand speed limits that night, maybe a thousand and one, but they had reached the hospital within a few minutes. And as he watched nurses gather his son, rolling him into the emergency room, he sent a silent prayer to heaven.
If God were to any of his prayers, this should be the one to consider.
•°•°•
His knees were beginning to hurt from pacing to and fro in front of the ward. Nobody had come out to give him any update, and all the staff he had asked all told him the same stupid sentence,
"Sir, you need to calm down."
But how!? How was he supposed to be calm when it felt like there was only a thin chance that his son would come out of this? The only tinge of hope he had to hold on to was that silly little prayer he made moments ago. And now, he was seriously fighting the urge to burst through those doors to see things for himself.
With his sleeve, he wiped the little dots of perspiration that had formed on his forehead; despite the air conditioner on full blast, sweat still broke through his skin.
Just when he was about to stop another passerby nurse to bombard with questions, the double doors opened. That expression the doctor's face carried, he did not like it; the man looked downcast, and when Dante's eyes met with his, they held an emotion Dante both hated and feared: pity.
And for the first time in a while, Dante felt weak, helpless even. Within him, he hoped that that would be a prank, the way that doctor was looking at him, just like those tv series his wife used to watch.
"He's alive." the doctor started, and all the air trapped in Dante's lungs escaped with a sigh, it was a little easier for him to breath now.
"But,"
That one word from the doctor siezed Dante's breath again. Buts were never good news; at least, not one that came from a doctor staring at him with utmost pity and concern.
"He has sustained a series of injuries," the doctor let out a heavy breath. "Contusions, dislocations, and..." the man pursed his lips for a moment, and Dante's heart missed a beat in that moment, too. Then he continued, "he also has an injury to his spinal cord."
Dante staggered backwards, his knees had suddenly grown even weaker, so much so that he had to support his weight against the wall. He knew what that meant, even before the doctor said it to him.
"Your son may never be able to walk again."
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Hired for the Billionaire's Son
Veevacious
Billionaires
Chapter 1 Downhill
04/12/2023
Chapter 2 Hope
04/12/2023
Chapter 3 Unusual
04/12/2023
Chapter 4 Worse
04/12/2023
Chapter 5 Alright
04/12/2023
Chapter 6 Go-ahead
04/12/2023
Chapter 7 Growth
04/12/2023
Chapter 8 Shock
04/12/2023
Chapter 9 Decision
04/12/2023
Chapter 10 Yes
04/12/2023
Chapter 11 Bound
06/12/2023
Chapter 12 Mrs. De Ambrose
06/12/2023
Chapter 13 Wife
06/12/2023
Chapter 14 Assurance
26/02/2024
Chapter 15 Know
26/02/2024
Chapter 16 Inside
26/02/2024
Chapter 17 Conversation
26/02/2024
Chapter 18 Doomed
26/02/2024
Chapter 19 Caught Up
26/02/2024
Chapter 20 Worry
26/02/2024
Chapter 21 Confrontation
22/03/2024
Chapter 22 Hello, Sister
22/03/2024
Chapter 23 Cover
22/03/2024
Chapter 24 News
22/03/2024
Chapter 25 Moment
22/03/2024
Chapter 26 Discover
22/03/2024
Chapter 27 Confess
22/03/2024
Chapter 28 Attraction
22/03/2024
Chapter 29 Remember
22/03/2024
Chapter 30 Pry
22/03/2024
Chapter 31 Abducted
28/03/2024
Chapter 32 Scar Face
28/03/2024
Chapter 33 Try
28/03/2024
Chapter 34 Way Out
28/03/2024
Chapter 35 Heat
28/03/2024
Chapter 36 Evidence
28/03/2024
Chapter 37 Green
28/03/2024
Chapter 38 Shot
28/03/2024
Chapter 39 Critical
28/03/2024
Chapter 40 Kiss
28/03/2024