My Contract Husband

KILLIAN'S Point Of view

Mother's sick, and needs a donor for liver transplant. "O" positive. I have the money to spend, being a billionaire after all.

I can give millions, spoil anyone with money, but the case is where the hell am I going to

get a donor? When very few has that rare blood group.

I have been going everywhere, searching like a mad man, letting my ego down, but still no one has what I am looking for!! I swear, there is nothing l wunt do to get that freaking blood group.

Damnit!

I stabbed the knife on the table, only to realise the shit I just did.

"Oh my god!, I am so sorry" I apologised, as I instantly got a napkin from the cabinet and wrapped it around the maid's hand that was bleeding.

" It's fine sir, it's okay, '' she said as she twisted her face in pain.

My heart ached for her, even though her sight disgusts me. I knew it must hurt like hell, with so much pressure applied, still the blood keeps gushing out. The cut must be very deep.

I must take her to the hospital, before she collapses. At this rate her blood is definitely going low.

I immediately lifted her into my arms, earning a gasp from her. I rushed to the garage, yelling the guard's name furiously.

" Dan, Dan, open the gate this moment" I yelled, as I opened the backseat and lifted the

maid into it before closing the door and running to the driver's seat to get in.

I furiously drove out of my house towards the family's private hospital. I could hear the maid's low groans and felt my heart racing.

Why couldn't I have been more careful? I wondered as I got her out of the car. The napkin was already soaked with so much blood. Her uniform was stained also and the alarming thing is she was shivering, her eyes barely opened.

I dashed into the hospital and the nurses on duty immediately rushed towards me with a bed and I placed the maid on it muttering an apology.

I felt really humiliated, a maid I barely gazed at, is now in a very bad condition because I could not control my feelings.

" I am sorry" I said slowly one more time, trying to retain my strictness to her.

Few minutes later I sat outside her ward and the doctor Mr. Philip, our family Doctor came to me.

" What is going on Killian?" He asked worriedly.

" Who is that young girl you brought in? and how did she get so badly injured?" He inquired, feeding me with so many questions at once.

I took a deep breath, before looking back at him.

" It was me, uncle" I replied, watching him widen his eyes at me.

" You?" He called out in disbelief and I nodded.

" How?" He inquired again, and it made me feel more embarrassed, but still I spoke up.

" The maid must have forgotten who I am.." I paused, trying to place my word together, in

order for him not to misinterpret.

"It was a mistake, but still I don't think I am the only one to blame" I sounded cold, yet that didn't hinder me from giving more outrageous reasons why I acted badly.

"She was the one trying to pack up the used plates in front of me even though she knows how her master can be".

"I was frustrated so I grabbed the table knife beside me, stabbing the table hard"

I explained more clearly.

He gasped in shock, placing his hand across his mouth.

" Unfortunately it was her hand I stabbed " I added, but guilt was a bit evident in my voice.

" Oh Poor girl, taking the full brunt of your frustration" He commented sadly, before suddenly hitting me hard on my shoulders.

" Didn't I warn you not to think too much about the incident?" He scolded.

" Now you have hurt the poor innocent lady" He added.

" How is she?" My lips parted and I blurted out.

" She is not in a critical condition, but she sure has lost a lot of blood " He responded.

" She is very weak, and on drip right now, but don't worry, she would be fine" He added, and

made me breathe a sigh of relief.

I don't want to feel the burden anymore. There are better things on my mind, but even

though, I still want to make sure she is fine.

" Can I go in to see her?" I asked and he nodded before parting me on my right shoulder gently.

"Be careful next time, not everyone can handle your temper" He whispered out before leaving me alone and going into another ward.

Opening the door to her ward slightly, I take a deep breath, before stepping in.

My grey eyes wandered inside, and spotted her lying helplessly on the hospital bed. I moved closer and noticed she was sleeping, and her clothes had been changed into the hospital gown.

Her hand cleaned and bandaged, she looked so peaceful and innocent laying down on the

bed. Even though I don't usually feel this shitty way, still my heart ached at the pain I put her through.

She was a maid working for me but I had no idea what her name was, not to mention she

looks like a poor lowlife, but am not bothered about that fact.

She rarely speaks, and all I always do is bark orders at her, she obeys me everytime.

I return back from memory lane, and walk closer to her bed, before sitting on the chair in front of her

I shift my gaze to the side, and my eyes meet the drip attached to her hand. I couldn't help but notice the blood that had been infused into her.

" It can't be" I muttered and hurriedly got to my feet and moved closer to the blood bag to make sure I saw clearly and wasn't hallucinating because of stress.

But it wasn't a hallucination, nor a dream. My eyes widening, the solution to all my problems was looking at me right in front.