Diana

Watching her sleep so soundly beside him after their talks and cuddles; he smile and his gaze softened. "Says the woman who's talking of waking up soon." he muttered softly, while feeling the happiest.

When Diana finally woke up, all thanks to the parasitic creatures in her stomach grumbling and wanting to get fed; she was surprised to see the beautiful eyes staring into hers.

"Good morning!" Ethan greeted.

"You've got to be kidding me." Diana sprung up and got in a sitting position, "was I drugged?" she asked and was pulled back to lay on his chest, "thank you." Ethan whispered.

"For yesterday and for being in my life." he added.

....

Meanwhile, Shane who has finally gotten his surgery opened his eyes. He was lying on a hospital bed in a private villa owned by the doctor recommended to his assistant Michael.

The doctor perform his surgery at his place and demand high pay. He was very skilled and doesn't make mistakes.

He's well respected and only let his patient leave after confirmation has been made that he was done with his part. He's also known as fast finger, as he didn't have time for ceremonies and get his work done as soon as possible.

Shane felt his inside throbbing him. Memories of the fight with Diana flooded in. He didn't dwell much on it, because he's sure Diana must be dead by now and also, Nathan must have paid for training her to come for him.

He look beside him, expecting to see his men around, but couldn't find anyone.

The doctor who was monitoring him from the cctv in the room made his way towards his room.

Shane tried to take a deep breath, but felt his lungs hurt. He felt a sharp pain in his neck area as well. He started feeling hot all over, as if the heat is traveling all over his body. Beads of perspiration surfacing on his forehead.

"What exactly did that bastard…" his voice came loud but slowed down and "did to me." become something he only knew he said, but couldn't hear.

His brow crease and his fists were clenched tightly and yes! he released it quickly as it hurts as well.

'That bastard! It's a pity I didn't get to kill you with my own hand.' he thought.

His mind drifted to Stella. Even though it's a wishful thought and knew he needed to tame her before she cooperate with his demands; he still wish she was by his side when he opened his eyes.

He told himself she's still mourning her bastard, which was why she wasn't present, but still craved to see her.

'Why can't she return my love? I hope she knows her place now and give in or her ex lover will be next.' A lot of thought kept passing through his head.

To be honest, he's scared. He's not sure how long he's been laying down from Diana's needle effect and didn't like that he had no idea what Stella has been doing in his absence.

Those thoughts were just to assure himself that he still has something to use to control her. He can't lose her, she's his everything.

He could have given her the world if she hasn't chose to defy him and make him use threat to keep her, but also felt glad that she doesn't show her weak side to him.

Even though he knew she's hurting; he's glad she hid it well. It was to make him unable to mock her but he didn't want to see it either. It broke his heart, if there's one inside him.

It's the reason why he knocked her out at the fight scene. He didn't like the fact that she broke. She wouldn't think twice before glaring at him and curse when she couldn't control herself, but actually tried to kneel in front of him because of that bastard child of hers.

If she hadn't attempted that; he would have made her watch, but at the same time; he's glad she didn't witness the humiliation he suffered from her bastard.

The door opened and a young man came in, putting on a red trousers and a white T-shirt. The way he carried himself was as if he's the most important being on earth, along with the nonchalant aura surrounding him.

He look beautiful and one could easily mistook him as a female if he had a female outfit on. He had his hands in his trousers pocket, as he made his way closer to where Shane laid.

He let out one of his hand and run it through his silver hair, pouted his lips like a spoilt brat, but his expression still remain the same, like the person staring at him right now is nothing.

Shane look at his pouted lips and furrows his brow due to his lack of respect. He's young and should probably be in his late twenties, but was looking down on him like their age is other way around.

The doctor confirmed he's fine with the expression he gave him. "When would you like to get discharge?" he asked in a baby like tone, sweet and innocent to the ear.

'Is he the doctor?' he thought and relaxed his furrowed brow. "Where are my boys?" Shane asked.

"You weren't pregnant when you got here." the doctor replied.

Shane gaze turned sharp and piercing, but the dude remained unaffected. "If you don't state a specific date, I will choose one for you." he said.

Shane felt like standing up and got hold of his neck, but his brow hurt from the furrow, making him wonder if he could deliver a punch for now.

"I'm not recovered yet." he said, but already plan on how he will shut that pretty mouth of his, when he gets better.

"Your skin are as pure and smooth as that of a new born. Which part of it hasn't recovered?" The guy asked, crossing his arms in front of him.