Forever with the Billionaire

Hillary POV

How dare he say that to me? He didn’t even thank me for saving his life. I had no idea where I was going to, but ever since I left the house angry, I had been walking to God’s known where. It was when I was far away from the mansion that I realized that I had left my phone on Loukas’s desk. I must have gotten pretty angry to have forgotten it on his desk.

Night came, and I was still on the road, dragging my luggage behind me. My hands and feet felt numb as the cold night breeze blew harshly on my skin. I wasn’t even wearing proper clothes when I left the Whitemore mansion. I had on a sleeveless yellow dress, which was a bad idea. The sky was also void of the moon, and as if the night couldn’t get any worse, thunder rumbled in the sky. It felt as if the whole universe was against me.

After walking for almost three hours, I stopped when I got to a park. Just like myself, a few homeless people were laying around in the park. There was no spot for me to even spend the night as it was overcrowded and the stench oozing from the homeless people was enough to cause a nose blockage.

“Yo!” A black man waved at her and pointed beside him. “There is a spot here.” He beckoned for me to come. My eyes traveled from the man’s head down to his clothes. He didn’t seem like a homeless man as his afro hair was perfectly combed and his clothes looked like what an average man would wear.

What was he doing here?

I positioned my luggage beside the wall and sat beside the man. The cologne from his clothes was enough for me to look at him again. The street light in the park shone on us, and I found myself staring at him. He had bulging shoulders, and when he smiled, his perfect dimples showed. “Why are you here?” I didn’t realize this when I said my thoughts aloud. I quickly covered my mouth and bowed my head in apology. “I’m truly sorry.”

“What am I doing here?” The man completed the word. Even his tone was posh. “I am running away from my mistake.”

“Huh?” I guessed I heard that wrong.

“I am Miles. What’s your name?”

Did he just ask me my name? Was this the story about how two homeless people meet, fall in love and have children? I shook my head at the idea of that. Stop acting stupid, “I slapped myself on the back of the head.

“You okay?” Miles questioned me.

I nodded and turned to the other side and whispered to myself. “You are stupid!”

“So what’s your name?”

“I am Hillary.”

Miles smiled and, believe me when I say, I drooled when I saw his perfect dimples. It’s nice to meet you. He said to me and offered his hand for me to take.

I took his hand and it was the softest hand I’ve ever touched. “Same here,” My face turned red and I quickly averted my eyes.

“Your hand is trembling,” he observed. What a gentleman! Miles pulled off the leather jacket he wore and draped it over my shoulders. “What kind of gentleman would I be if I let you catch a cold?”

“A heartless gentleman,” I wanted to say, but instead I thanked him. Miles and I talked about ourselves until my eyes couldn’t keep themselves open. I fell asleep with my head on Miles’ shoulder. It was a good sleep until…

The deafening screams of both a man and a woman woke me up from my great slumber. Three men with armed guns walked into the park and began to wake everyone up as if they were searching for someone. I nudged him on the shoulder as he had also fallen asleep. “Miles,” I whispered, and he fluttered open.

“Shits,” he cursed when he saw the armed men. “We need to leave!” He grabbed my hand and pulled me open. “Cover your face,” he ordered in a stern tone.

Where did that sweet voice disappear to?

There were about five homeless people before us, and when we stood up, the armed men saw us and headed towards us. “Now!” Miles grabbed my hand while I grabbed my luggage, and we both started running.

I was running to where I had no idea. Why were they after Miles? Was he in the mafia? Was he a drug lord? The only friend I had ever made turned out to be a bad guy. How could this day get any better?

Miles and I continued running until we reached the road. It was silent as only a few cars were passing. While we were trying to cross, the handle of my luggage broke, sending my luggage crashing to the ground. Miles didn’t see that as a problem, as he tried to make me cross. “No, I refused.” I have to get my luggage. ”

“Leave the luggage.” Those men are after me since they’ve seen you with me. They’ll come after you. We need to cross over to the other side. ” He dragged my hand, but I refused. I wasn’t going to leave the luggage my father bought for me. I yanked my hand from his and rushed toward my luggage.

“Hillary!” Miles yelled. “Leave the luggage!”

How dare he control me? I’d only met him for like an hour and he was already giving orders. “You can leave if you want, but I am not leaving without my luggage and I have no idea of whom we are running from.” I pointed out and started fixing the handle of my luggage.

Miles muttered a few words and tried to run, but stopped when he heard the gunshot. “Oh no!” He rushed towards me and grabbed my hand.

“Wait, my luggage.”

“It’s all right,” a shot was fired, and I closed my eyes. When I looked at Miles, he didn’t look fine. My hand went over to his back, and that’s when I felt the warm liquid on my hand. Miles had been shot, and he was falling to the ground.

“Miles!” I shouted his name as his hand left mine and he fell to the ground. “Miles!”

“Go!” Miles managed to say.

“No, I am not leaving you.” I refused to leave him when I was just him. I hate to see people dying. When they are close to death, they’ll start saying things they didn’t mean. “I am not leaving you, Miles. You are going to help me if you want to survive this night. ” I told him.

“You know you are bossy right now,” Miles commented. How could he say that when he was close to his death?

“I am going to help you up and we are going to make a run for it.” I looked behind us and saw that the men were a few steps away from us. “Please, don’t let us die tonight.” I prayed and wished Rotimi could appear because he had promised to look for me.

Miles nodded, and with my help, he was able to stand up. I placed one of his hands on my shoulder while his other hand was placed on his back. “Now we run!” I shouted and crossed to the other side, leaving my luggage behind.

Bye, bye, luggage.

The men shouted after us and started shooting from behind us. I made sure we dodged the bullet because I wasn’t ready to die yet. When we were safely on the other side of the road, I began to wave at any of the passing cars I could see. The armed men were trying to cross over to us, but fortunately for us, a car stopped for us, and Miles and I both rushed into the car. When I saw the familiar faces, I exclaimed, “Than… Rotimi!” My eyes couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Loukas, who was in the seat beside us, cleared his throat and ordered Rotimi to drive as the men were already gaining on us. “How did you find me?”

“The question for you, Miss Hillary, should be, what are you doing with Miles Walker?” Loukas questioned.

“Miles Walker?” I looked at the man whose head was placed on my shoulder and his eyes closed. “Wait, is he dead? Miles! ” I shouted his name, but he didn’t move. “Miles! Is he dead? I shook him vigorously, and he responded by groaning out in pain.

I heaved a sigh when I found out that he was still alive. I thought I asked you a question a few seconds ago, Hillary. “There goes Loukas’s stern tone yet again.”

How dare he use that tone on me after what he did?

“Loukas,” Rotimi came to my aid like always. “You promised to be nice.”

“I am being nice right now, but she is with Miles Walker.”

“Who the hell is Miles Walker?” I demanded.

“Crown prince of the Westland kingdom,” Rotimi answered from the driver’s seat. “He had been declared missing for days.”

“But he is a homeless man.” How could he be the prince of a popular kingdom? I thought.

Loukas scoffed while Rotimi burst into laughter. Why were they laughing? “You think he is a homeless man? You are such a daft girl, Hillary.”

“Don’t call me that,” I retorted. “How did you even find me?”

It’s all my fault that you left. I found you. ” Rotimi answered.

“But how?”

Let’s talk about that later. Miles Walker’s blood is starting to smell like decayed meat. ” Loukas scrunched his face.

“That’s a lie,” I argued. Miles’s blood wasn’t pleasant, but it didn’t smell like decayed meat.

“Stop arguing. I’ll stop in front of a hospital. ” Rotimi offered.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“No!” I refused, and both men stared at me. “Eyes on the road!” I shouted at Rotimi, who turned his head to look at me. “We can’t. Miles, “I looked at the man whose hand was still on my shoulder and groaning in pain. “Those men might come after him.”

“Where should we take him to then?” Loukas questioned.

Why was he asking me that? He has a mansion where Miles would be perfectly safe. “Let’s take him to your mansion,” I requested.

“Hell no!”

I bit my lip as those words escaped from my mouth. I shouldn’t be the one saying that. He was the one who was supposed to apologize to me, not the other way round. “I’ll do anything.” I shouldn’t have said that.

Loukas heaved a sigh and tried to say something, but Rotimi beat him to it. “We’ll take him to the mansion.” He agreed.

“What? Rotimi, are you crazy? ” Loukas shouted, but Rotimi only replied by clearing his throat.

“My eyes are on the road,” Rotimi said, and I chuckled.

“You think it’s funny.”

“No, Mr. Whitemore.” I gritted my teeth and didn’t say anything else.

The rest of the ride was in silence, and when we got to the mansion, Rotimi rushed out to help Loukas into the mansion, and he came back for Miles, whose face had turned pale. Rotimi rushed into the mansion and took Miles into a room. Rotimi led me into the room and Miles walker on the bed and walked out of the room. I thought he had left me alone to deal with Miles until he came back with a first aid kit. “This should help him.” Rotimi handed the first aid kit to me.

“Why are you giving me this?”

Rotimi pointed to Miles and himself. “He is Miles Walker, and I am just Rotimi. If he dies, it should be on your head, not mine. ”

“What? I thought you were on my side. ”

Rotimi shook his head. “In this type of situation, you are on your own.” He turned to walk out of the room. “One more thing, I am sorry about Loukas’s attitude towards you today.

Why does he keep apologizing to me? “He should be the one saying that.” I said.

“Right. We are going to talk about it once you are done with him. ” He pointed to Miles and turned to leave.

“Wait!” I shouted. “Even if I applied first aid to Mile’s wound, he was still going to be in danger.” For crying out loud, I was a physiotherapist, not a doctor. “Please call a doctor. I can’t do much.

“Okay,” he agreed. “I’ll do that, but make sure Miles Walker doesn’t die in this mansion, or Loukas will have our heads and, after that, the Royal family will also have our heads.”

“That’s too many heads,” I joked.

“Nice joke, but it’s the truth.” He answered and walked out of the room.

“Help me, God,” I prayed silently as I closed my eyes. I opened the first aid kit, bought scissors, and began my job as an impromptu doctor.