Apologies, Mr Playboy. I'm Pregnant.

of antiseptic burning through her nostril

the memories flooded back-the cleaner's warning, t

entering the elevator. If... if it hadn't been for Joyce's ca

ace acc

an endearment. And his voice, the look... the loo

how he'd done it, or how he'd orchestrate

e wasn't an accident

e he threatened her, intimidated her. But never had she imagin

wasn't joking about not wanting the child. He was seri

e Landon would try to kill her again and ag

e we feeling?" a nurse sa

e out rough. "Like

tor accidents will do that

lucky! If not for luck, this would h

isp, expression professionally pleasant. "Ms Owens,

t didn't quite reach her e

g, but you should make a full recovery." He

t ti

r such trauma. Rest is

then left with the nurse, lea

sed her eyes, all she saw was the gaping elevator shaft, the horrifi

or bur

un, eyes wide with panic. She dumped an overflowing tote bag on the ch

ithout warning, forgetting they both

g against each other," Camille

evator dropped on your very first day of work. Talk about bad luc

s

confused. She'd heard the commotion through the phone and was glad she'd

to kill me. I don't th

and wants nothing to do with your baby. But still... murd

t..." Camil

." Joyce stared at h

aner-who, by the way, I couldn't find after my near-death experience-told me not to ge

indeed my

her hands up

sn't prove Pierce t

was a pity I wasn't in it. Then he just stood there," Camill

n her head. "Yeah, that definitely looks suspicious. But still, maybe

id it was a 'pity' I wasn't in it.

levator? That's..." Joyce ran a hand throu

calculated." Camille's nails dug into her palms. "The

"Elevators malfunction

hat very elevator. I was going to take the perf

er fingers. She was always the friend who saw good in

finally. "Say you'r

don't know. I really don't.

ms around her friend, this time her h

t for my life and find my fath

rmchair. "I'm sure everything will be fine. In the mea

t. I'll b

d death-you should be resting, n

father. I think he might have

now-" she grinned, picking up the abandone

, pl

ugh her bag, producing nail polish and a

romptu spa day. She braided Camille's hair into an intricate crown, massag

r. "Less 'trauma victim,' mo

her reflection. "T

e best there is." Joyce beamed

ed. "Really?

own best friend doesn't recognise my talents." With the b

s. And it pains me..." She fell back onto the pillow, hand splayed dra

also don't recognise that I recognise that y

friend comfortingly. "I'm sure everything will be fine, and years later we'll laugh about this. I'l

opting a fake accent, "'Of course, bestie, I

, those were indeed the days. And I'm

es also getting te

s streamed down her cheeks furiously. Seein

mones," Joyce cried out, wrapping her arms once more around her friend. C

tears and heavy crying. And the mor

n. At first taken aback, she then smiled

mmediately started wiping her tears off. "M

ould be bored out of your mind. I'm glad you h

friend," Camille introduced.

izabeth, I

e." Her eyes dropped to Joyce's bulging stomach. "Wow, y

"I guess we could call it t

hen turned to Camille.

ust escap

zabeth responded, smiling. "

odded. "Y

Ms Elizabeth helped her out of bed, out o

we can't drop you off,"

responded. "I'll see you tomorrow, Camill

ed, getting into the back seat of

watched raindrops slide down the car window, ea

churned. She was returning to a mansion that housed a

ly game with her life on the line, Camille fel

he moment she stepped out, her eyes landed on Pierce Landon emergin

lief. He'd almost killed her, and now he

en her body still tre

ards her, his gaze locking with hers. With

artbeat accelerati

ing her insides curl. All this time she'd told herself she wasn't afraid

lips brushed her ear. He whispered: "I'll try ag

d around, walked back to hi

hard against her ribcage. She was right... she wasn't mad o

with her palm, her eyes staring

as being hunted down,