Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ophelia’s POV

I slowly flickered my eyes open as a great wave of migraine hit me, causing me to instantly squeeze my eyes shut. I waited for a moment before I forcefully opened my eyes, and took in my surroundings.

Through hooded eyes, I gazed at the beeping machines that were connected to my wrist. It was then the realization that I was in a hospital dawned on me.

The last thing I remembered was Ryan’s sinister smile as he ruthlessly assaulted me. The thought caused me to suddenly shriek as I writhed under the sheets.

“Ophelia, you’re awake! Thank goodness!” I heard Ava exclaim, and I tilted my head sideways to gaze at her. Her eyes were swollen and misty with both shed and unshed tears.

She also looked pale.

I tried to respond to her but all that came out of my throat was a choked shriek. When I realized that I couldn’t speak, I tried to get up to speak to her but my limbs suddenly felt heavy like lead.

I resigned to fate and settled on staring at Ava.

I felt stuffed with drugs. It felt like I was slipping in and out of consciousness at one time.

So, I decided to sleep the feeling away.

The next time I woke up, my bed had been slightly elevated to a more comfortable position, and the oxygen mask had been taken off my face but my wrist was still connected to the beeping machines.

I felt fully aware of myself and my surroundings now but my throat was quite parched.

I directed my stare to Ava who was peacefully dozing off on an armchair beside the window. I let her sleep as I darted an appreciative smile at her.

There was a gentle knock on the door before a young woman in scrubs sauntered in with a notepad in her arms, and a cheerful grin adorning her pretty features.

I wanted to return her smile but my entire face still ached and felt stiff, so I just settled on smirking at her.

“Good morning, Miss Ophelia. How are you doing today?” She cheerfully asked, moving closer to check something on the monitor.

“I-I still feel high. My head hurts like hell and I am thirsty,” I confessed, shrugging weakly.

Then a thought floated in my head. How had I gotten to the hospital?

Ryan couldn’t have by chance brought me here, because he’d definitely have been apprehended by the cops if he did so. Moreover, I knew he was a heartless scum, and he’d rather watch me die than take me to a hospital.

The thought that I’d continue enduring his ruthlessness until the contract ended made tears cloud my vision as fear simmered in my heart.

“That’s nice to hear. The thirst and ache are normal. I’ll get you a glass of cold water,” She beamed, placing her notepad on the bedside table.

I watched her trek to the water dispenser with a glass cup. She rinsed it and dispelled some water from the dispenser into it before she retrieved a straw from the bedside table, tore off the packaging, and dipped it into the glass cup.

“Here, sip slowly to avoid getting choked,” She advised, to which I nodded before I brought the straw to my lips, and took a long sip.

I sighed in satisfaction as she dropped the cup on the table after I was done.

I felt slightly reinvigorated.

“Who brought me here?” I whispered.

“A kind stranger. They want anonymity. I’m afraid I won’t be able to tell you who they are. It’s against the hospital’s policy to tell you anything about them,” She replied, to which I scoffed.

Of course, Ryan would do something as cowardly as that. I thought.

The image of a certain middle-aged, bald man appeared in my mind’s eye as I stared into space.

“Why?” I asked.

“I don’t know, Miss. The remaining test results are now ready,” The nurse changed the subject which made me huff.

Of course, Ryan had also bribed them. That fucking heartless jerkface.

The doctor was waiting for you to regain consciousness before he revealed the results to your guardian. He already gave her the results from the first test, but he said this is a confidential secret that he doesn’t want to tell anybody except you,” She concluded, to which I frowned.

“What confidential secret is that?” This time, it was Ava who spoke. I darted her a stare as she got up from the chair and trekked closer to me.

“How are you feeling now, babe?” She asked, momentarily ignoring the nurse.

I nodded, “I’ll live,”

“That’s great to hear,” She smiled, caressing my cheek before she turned to face the nurse, her smile instantly evaporating from her face.

“What does he want to say that could be worse than what I already know?” Ava asked, which made me arch a perplexed brow.

What did she mean by that? What had the doctor revealed to her?

“I suggest you wait for him to arrive. He’ll get here in a couple of minutes, excuse me,” The nurse bowed and exited the room.

A great wave of uncomfortable silence ensued between Ava and me after she left. I continued staring into space while thinking about the test results.

“Ophelia, do you trust me?” Ava asked, tears pooling in her blue eyes, causing confusion and alarm to soar inside me.

I fervently shook my head in affirmation, “Yes, of course. I do,”

“Stop lying, damn it. Ophelia, I-I don’t even know what to say to you. I am so mad at you but more at myself right now. I thought we were best friends. I thought we shared everything. Where did I go wrong? Or did I say something that made you stop trusting me?” Ava rambled, now bawling her eyes out.

I fought back tears as I shook my head in negation, “No, you are my best friend, Ava. You’ll always be a part of me. I have no idea what you’re talking about right now. I didn’t hide anything from you. Why are you talking like this?”

“You were fucking raped, that’s what happened!” Ava spat, glaring at me.

Just as I opened my mouth to refute her statement, there was a knock on the door before it creaked open, and someone sauntered in.

A male in scrubs and a lab coat, who I presumed to be the doctor.

His arrival put a temporary stop to our argument, and I watched Ava wipe her tears off with her hand before she moved closer to me.

“You’re awake. You’re welcome back,” He smiled, to which I feigned a grin back.

“Thanks,”

“So, we’ve gotten the test results,” He exhaled heavily, which caused my breath to hitch in my throat.

I gulped harshly as I nodded.

“Is it something bad? Do I have a tumor growing inside me?” I asked which made him chuckle.

“No, it’s not that. You’re right though, something is growing inside you but be rest assured that it’s a harmless tumor,” He elaborated.

I was more confused but I remained quiet as I waited for him to conclude his statement.

“Congratulations, Miss Ophelia. You are currently fourteen weeks pregnant,” He stated, cheerfully smiling.

My eyes widened in horror.