Daniella's Pov.
I opened my eyes to a different room, It smelled like Disinfectant and other cleaning products. It made me sick to my stomach, I despise coming here, especially since my Godfather died.
"How are you feeling," a blond man wearing a white coat asked.
I placed my hands on both sides of the bed and slowly lifted myself, the doctor quickly rushed to my side and placed a pillow behind me for support.
"Other than this bad headache, I think I'm fine," I replied softly.
"We will run one last test on you to make sure you are completely fine before we discharge you, I'm pretty surprised you have minor injuries given the severity of the accident,"
"Where is Naomi? Is she okay?" I asked.
"She's fine, They have been waiting for you to recover," he said with a small smile.
"How long have I been out?"
"Five days," he responded.
"Five days?" I repeated with wide eyes " I have important meetings to hold,"
I tried to get up from my bed but the doctor stopped me, "Miss, I suggest you relax and stop worrying about Work,"
"Mummy," my little boy came running into the room, I winced in pain as he came crashing into my body hugging me tightly.
"I have missed you, mummy," he said in a shaky voice, crying into my arms. "I thought you were going to leave me just like Grandpa,"
I lifted his head in my hand, so he could look at me, " I am never going to leave you, I promised."
I comforted him while he cried, knowing how much he was hurting after the loss of my godfather, whom he considered a grandfather. My godfather was a blessing to us both, taking me in when my ex-husband left and caring for me as his own. His passing seven months ago was incredibly painful for both of us.
Naomi my secretary walked into the room and gave a little wave.
"How are you doing?" I asked, continuing to run my fingers through my son's hair.
"I'm okay. There is something important you need to know." She said.
"What is that?" I asked, her gaze turning to my son who was lying beside me.
"Hey, sweetie. Excuse Mom for a couple of minutes," I murmured softly, kissing him on his forehead.
He looked at me for a moment, then nodded before quietly leaving the room. Naomi waited until he was out of earshot before speaking.
"It's about the car accident," Naomi responded in a serious tone. "It was not an ordinary accident, it was meant to kill you,"
I swallowed the lump in my throat "W..what do you mean?" I stuttered, "Who would want to kill me ?"
"My first guess would be your godfather's son, but he denies the allegation,"
"He would not do that," I shook my head, "He did not seem to mind that his father gave me full control over the company. I don't think he would do that, especially since I have not once missed giving him his share,"
"You are just too trusting, Daniella. He is bound to be resentful that his father entrusted you with his company instead of him,"
I shake my head frantically, my mind racing a mile per minute. "I doubt it, Naomi. He never seemed to care about it, he told me that he was pleased that his father gave it to me because he hated doing the office work and prefers to pursue his music career."
Naomi scoffed. "His music career is close to none and it definitely can not fund his extravagant life,"
I ran my hands through my head in frustration. "What made you conclude that he would be the one who tried to kill me?"
"He has been gambling heavily, which is not news, except that this time, he is holding a powerful Mafia Cult 'The Dark Heart,' a huge amount of money. Everybody knows that whoever fails to pay them is killed," She declared.
"But that does not necessarily have anything to do with my accident," I sighed.
"That's what I thought too, but when I took a look a the videos captured by the CCTV camera where the accident happened, The car had the marking of the 'The Dark Heart,'" She explained.
I rubbed my face hard, I found it hard that He would try to kill me, we became very close through the course of five years and I expected he would inform me if ever he was in danger.
"Have you informed the police about this?" I asked, rubbing my sweaty palms together .
"Miss, you know the police can not protect you when it involves a case with the Dark Heart. You would be in even more danger if we do so,"
She was right, there was no point reporting any of this to the police, there was barely anything they could do against them.
"What do you suggest we do?" I asked.
"We ask for your ex husband's help," she stated in a flat tone.
I glared at her. "I would never do that, I would rather die,"
"I know you don't mean that. MR Grey is the leader of the most powerful Mafia in the whole of the continent and no one will dare to touch you, not even the Dark Heart, if they know you are under his protection,"
"I would not give him the satisfaction that I require his help after all these years," I hissed.
"Daniella, I know you do not like him especially after what he did to you but this is strictly business and he is the only one that can help," She explained.
"No, he is a heartless monster who wishes nothing but to caused me pain," I yell at her.
"I get it, Daniella, but there is no alternative," she pleaded.
"Then find one," I warned.
The door swung wide open, revealing the last person I expected to see, holding a single flower...
"Gabriel."