Her Dreadful Secret

Emma’s POV

I walked into the hospital and headed to the ward where my dad was being kept for serious monitoring.

Why is he here? I thought as I walked fast to where my father was put with other sick patients.

When I got there, I saw him standing over him staring down at him.

“Why are you here?” I asked and as soon as he heard my voice, he stared at me.

“Finally you have come,” he replied as he gave me a cold smile.

“I just asked you a question, Michael. Why are you here?”

“To see dad, of course. Do you think I am that heartless not to come and see him before he dies?”

“Dad is not going to die, and now that you have seen him, you can leave.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you want me to leave because you think I will hurt dad?” he asked.

“That is because I know you. You swore that you will make him pay for throwing you out years ago, and seeing you here now only proves that you want to put your plan in action.”

He laughed gently before saying, “Believe me when I say this, I love seeing him this way. So vulnerable and helpless. I would have liked it if he had died, too, but I can’t wish that on him. Not yet at least.”

“You’re such a bastard. How can you say all that to a man who took you into his life and treated you like his own son?”

“Point of correction. He didn’t do it because he pitied or wanted me in his life. He took me in because I was forced upon him by my mother. I’ve always wondered what my mother saw in him.” He stopped and stared at my father with anger.

“She loved him, and he also loved her. A feeling you will never know because you’re a very bitter man,” I said with so much passion.

“You’re right! I am a very bitter man, and I doubt if I will ever find myself in love with anyone, which brings me to why I am really here,” he replied sardonically.

“For whatever reason you are here, I have no interest in it. All I want is for you to leave, Michael!”

“What if I tell you that I have a solution to your current problem?” he said, still not wanting to give up.

“Oh really? And what will my problem be?”

“You don’t have the money to get your father operated on.”

No one except the doctor and I knew why dad hadn’t received the proper treatment yet, and that was because I didn’t have enough money for the operation that would save his life.

Then how the hell did Michael find out? I thought as I stared at him.

“I have a proposition to make to you. If you agree to do it, I will pay for your father’s operation.”

“Just as I have said earlier, I am not interested in anything that pertains to you. So just leave, Michael. Get out!” I yelled at him and he smiled and brought his calling card.

“Call me on this number, I will be waiting,” he said and walked off.

I took the card and threw it at him and then I stared at my dad who laid on the bed unconscious.

I took his hand and kissed it gently. “The only thing holding you from having your operation is the money, dad, and I promise you that one way or another, I will get you the money you need, I promise,” I whispered gently.

A while later I left the hospital and headed to the restaurant where I worked as a waitress.

All through the way to work, I thought about Michael.

It’s been years since I’ve seen him now.

Due to some misunderstanding between him and my father, my father had thrown him out, feeling fed up and tired because he wanted to help Michael become better.

We had heard nothing from him for a while. It wasn't until a year ago that I saw one of his pictures alongside a rich wealthy heiress.

The paper had claimed that they were both married. I knew that Michael had married the girl for her money, and I pitied her.

Michael never came to see us, but now he is back and with some kind of proposition.

“I must not think about it. Michael only wants to use me, and I am sure that it’s not something good at all,” I whispered to myself.

Looking at the time, I saw that I was quite late. I began to hurry down the busy streets of New York.

Suddenly a car stopped beside me, and two men came out and pulled me roughly into the car.

“What’s going on? Who are you? Let me go!” I yelled at them, but they weren’t paying any attention.

I tried to struggle, but I was hit on the face by one of them. That weakened me a bit, and through the ride my face was stinging.

The car stopped, and they drew me out of the car into a house.

“Let me go!” I said weakly, but no one listened.

I felt so scared. Did I offend anyone? I hardly talk to anyone, and I don’t have any enemies, so who is behind this? Are they going to kill me? All these thoughts came rushing into my head.

The place they took me to was a warehouse. The men holding me put me roughly on a chair.

“Who are you guys? Why did you kidnap me?” I yelled at them.

“I will never kidnap you. Never ever,” Michael said as he walked out of the shadow.

“You!”

“Hello, sis. Hope these guys weren’t rough on you?” he asked with a smile.

“How dare you bring me here by force?! What the hell do you want from me?!” I asked angrily.

“Just your cooperation on some plan I have in mind.”

“You should count me out. Because I won’t be a part of anything that pertains to you!”

“Not if it can save your father?”

“Don’t you bring my father into this!”

“He needs to be in this. He is the reason why you will do what I ask you to do.”

“Never, I won’t do anything, Michael. I am not interested,” I said.

“Fine then. You leave me no choice. Turn on the video and show it to her,” he said to one of the men.

One of them came forward and showed me a video. I could see my father laying on the bed still unconscious, but he wasn’t alone, a man was beside him.

“You see, that man sitting beside your father has been asked to kill him, and that depends on the answer I hear from you right here right now,” he said.

“Leave my father out of this!”

“Not until you rethink your answer. Now let me ask again. I have a proposition for you, Emma. Would you like to listen to it?” he asked.

Knowing what Michael is capable of and scared for my father’s life, I nodded gently.

“I would like to know what it is, Michael.”

“Good. That’s very good,” he replied, smiling down at me.