were being ripped apart-the same agonizing feeling she'd experienced t

Jane had left. Jane had begged her husband to take Lucy in when she had nowhere else to go. S

n ragged breaths, her voice thick with panic. "can you run the check up again, can you Check if my heart is okay...I-I thi

m sorry you had to find out this way. We wanted t

ight of her emotions. "Then tell me now. How am I still

n anonymous benefactor. He didn't just save

p," the doctor continued, "but

tranger go to such lengths for her? Why would someo

" Jane's voice was barely a w

ked away, leaving her drowning i

g a tray of neatly cut fruit, but food was t

e sheets tightly, "I heard about

ed into a thin line. Finally, he

ed in confusion. "Me?

and his son ten years ago. You donated

opened in

t the hospital that day. When you saw the emergency, you offere

he memory was blurry-almost

me?" she asked, still

. He was outside making a call when he saw you get pushed. He immediately dialed 911, but before help arrived, a group of thugs to

kept you on life support for years, and when he realized his time was runnin

fingers trembling. "Why would

know what to say

's not all. Before he died, V

thick, embossed envelope with a golden cre

handing it over, "is

the words, one line made her blood run cold: Victor Orlov had le

in a sharp

at made her chest tighten

co-founded by Victor Orlo

mother

s head. "I don't know all the details. All I kn

at her too fast. "This looks like a scam-too good to be true. I need proof. Bring a

a small nod.

tion outside the door. Men in black suits swarmed the hallway. Their polished shoes cl

th black leather shoes, long legs, a tattooed wrist, an unbuttoned black shirt, pierced

made her grip the bedsheets even tighter. Dante stepped

g for me, princess. Here I am-at your c

argue, to fight back, but her breath caught. She wanted to say something-anything-but his p

ging. Blinking hard, she forced herself to focus. The man in front of her-tall, confiden

she already suspected the answer. Her heart pounded,

amused. "I'm Diego O

Come on-I just woke up from a coma. I don

te stepped in. "Speak up, Miss. M

oser-too close. Lowering himself onto one knee, he rested an arm on his other

ides, I have all the time in the world for you. But earlier, you were shouting. N

ight pass out again. No man had ever looked at her like that-like she

stand or believe. So I told him if he can't bring you or a lawyer, I

lips. Then he turned to his men and raised his hand. A tall

n," Diego

Stadler, nice to meet you. I'm Mr. Watson

rms. "Nice to meet you too. Now, about

her head was still spinning, she listened a

e Viktor Orlov, founder of Orlov Enterprises, legally named you as his sole

o-founded Orlov Enterprises. Your family had a rightful stake in the company from the very beginning. But after your parents pas

hat. He saw you as someone with a good heart, someone worthy of his legacy. That's why, before

"Why not leave i

s. If he inherited the company, he would have sold it. Viktor didn't want th

ition: to claim your inheritance, you must work alongside Diego Orlov as his assistant for one year. This is non

nned. Assistant? A

nning through them with her law school instincts kicking in, eve

ou'll be discharged soon. You have until then to decide." Standing up, he brushed off imagina

utiful presence, but I have a billion-dollar deal waiting. Don't worry-I

"Jane Stadler. That's my name, not 'princesa',"

d back, and grinned. "Don't tell m

men followed him out, leaving her

hit hard: she had no phone, no money, no job, no home. Her only family had betrayed her. Her husband had left her for another woman-her own sister. The scandal sur

nce-a golden ticket to power, wealth, and a fresh sta

ed away now, she'd spend the rest of her life dro

ty meant for her-to use these resources to find t

y for, even if it meant working alongside a man whose every word made her pulse ra