The Billionaire's unexpected heir

The Billionaire's unexpected heir

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I slammed my fists against my temples, the pain shooting through my skull like a jagged lightning bolt. "What's wrong with you, Hailey?" I screamed, my voice echoing off the hospital room walls. "Why can't you remember? Just remember who you were!" The machines surrounding me sprang to life, their beeps and alarms blaring in a cacophony of sound. My heart rate spiked, and my hormones surged, sending my body into a frenzy. Suddenly, a flurry of white coats burst into the room. Nurses rushed to my side, their faces etched with concern. One of them quickly injected a sedative into my IV, and I felt my eyelids growing heavy. As the darkness closed in, I caught a glimpse of the nurses' worried faces, their mouths moving in slow motion as they spoke words I couldn't quite hear. The machines continue to beep and whirl, their sounds fading into the distance as I succumbed to the darkness.

Chapter 1 Awakening

Hailey's POV

The scent of disinfectant permeated the air, mingling with the hum of fluorescent lights overhead and the rhythmic beeping of machines that echoed in my ears. A heavy pipe pressed against my cheeks, while a lighter one rested on the bridge of my nose.

I attempted to open my eyes, but a haze of confusion veiled my vision, making it challenging to focus on anything.

Taking a deep breath, I tried again-this time more deliberately. Gradually, shapes began to materialize around me. I turned my gaze to the right and noticed a tray filled with syringes and vials. Then, shifting slowly to the left, I saw towering machines emitting beeping sounds.

I cautiously lifted my head, but the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights forced me to shut my eyes as a sharp pain pulsed through my skull.

"Where... where am I?" I managed to mutter, struggling with the heaviness of my own words. My entire body felt numb, including my face.

"Where am I?" I repeated, this time with a bit more urgency.

"Doctor! Doctor! She's awake!" A voice pierced the air, an exclamation that triggered another wave of pain in my head and made me wince.

"Hello, it's wonderful to see you awake. You're safe now," said a woman with a radiant smile, dressed in a white gown that matched the softness of her expression. Her words were calm and measured, as if she were speaking to a child.

A nurse? Why am I here with a nurse? What happened to me? I thought, struggling to piece together my circumstances.

"Where am I?" I asked one final time, fixing my gaze intently on her.

"You're in the hospital, my dear, but there's no need to worry; the doctor will be here shortly," she reassured me, her smile unwavering.

"Hospital? Why am I in a hospital? What happened to me?" I queried, a surge of adrenaline coursing through me.

"Save your strength, my dear. All your questions will soon be answered," the nurse replied.

I turned my head away from her, still wincing from the intensity of the pain in my head. A few moments later, a man in his late thirties entered, wearing a white coat. He must be the doctor.

"Hello, ma'am, how are you feeling?" he asked with a friendly smile.

"How do you think I'm feeling, Doc?" I retorted, my frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

"I want to know; that's why I asked," he replied.

"My head feels heavy, and the pain accompanying that heaviness is unbearable. My entire body feels numb, and my face feels strange too," I explained.

"I understand. It's a side effect of the medication we're using to keep you and your baby healthy," he said.

"Wait, what? Baby?" My confusion deepened.

"Yes, ma'am, you're three months pregnant."

At that moment, an unusual strength surged through me as my hand instinctively moved to my belly, where I could feel the small bump.

I closed my eyes, my mind reeling in confusion. My hands remained instinctively on my stomach clutching it as if holding on to a lifeline. A wave of dizziness washed over me as I felt my breath catch my throat. The beeping machines and muted voices grew distant, replaced by the sound of my own racing heartbeat.

"Doctor, I'm bewildered. What happened to me?" I pressed, overwhelmed by the sudden barrage of revelations. I had no recollection of anything-one moment I was unconscious in a hospital bed, and now I was pregnant.

"What has happened to me?" I asked again.

"Wait, you don't remember?" the doctor's voice held a hint of surprise.

"If I did, would I be asking you?" I shot back weakly.

"Nurse Julie," he addressed the nurse, who had been attending to me moments earlier.

"I need you to call the psychiatrist, and I need an MRI, CT, and EEG conducted on her immediately."

"Okay, doc..." she replied and hurried out of the room.

"Doctor, is something wrong?" I asked, my confusion deepening.

"I'm sorry, but I can't provide you with any information until these tests are completed, ma'am," he responded, his tone serious.

"Could someone please give me a straightforward answer?" I urged, trying to raise my voice but only managing a faint whisper.

After what felt like an eternity, another doctor entered. Soon after, I was wheeled into a room filled with large machines, where a series of tests were performed. Before long, I was returned to the previous room.

Minutes later, the doctor re-entered with several papers in hand, his expression serious. I was propped up in a semi-reclined position, feeling somewhat stronger but still disoriented.

"Doc, can I please get some answers now?"

"Yes, of course. But first, can you tell me your name?"

"My name... my name..." I concentrated for a moment.

"Yes, I remember. I'm Hailey Kilman."

"Phew, that's a relief," he answered.

"Why is that?" I inquired, intrigued.

"Because, ma'am, three weeks ago you were brought here by a man claiming to be your husband, who said he rescued you from an accident."

"Hus..." The word 'husband' shot a sharp pain through my head, and flashes of light danced in my vision. I clutched my head, grimacing in agony.

"Are you alright, Mrs. Hailey?" the doctor asked, concerned.

"Doctor... accident? When? How?"

"Please, Mrs. Hailey, try to relax. I assume you don't remember the incident?"

"No, I don't, and you're telling me I've been here for three weeks?"

"Yes, ma'am. You've been in a coma for the past three weeks," he confirmed.

"But... how?" I stammered, struggling to comprehend the information.

"Accident, coma, baby, husband..." My head throbbed painfully at the thought. Why did that word hurt so much? How was I supposed to reconcile these fragments?

"So, you're saying that a man brought me here?" I asked, deliberately avoiding the term that caused me distress.

"Yes," he replied.

"And this man is responsible for the child I'm carrying?"

"Well, that specifically I can't confirm. Any questions regarding your personal life must be answered by your husband..."

"STOP! Don't... don't say it," I interrupted, cutting him off before he could finish.

"Who am I?"

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