I Was Never Yours, Mr. Billionaire

The hospital was loud, voices chattering, phones ringing, babies crying. One voice rang out above all: “I can’t help you! Please don’t take my children from me! Let me do this alone!” These words came from Vichy, with her belly round and her eyes red. She was facing at all, austere man. “I beg you, don’t take away my kids!” Spit flecked the corners of her mouth and her cheeks were flushed with desperation. Her body was shaking violently, and her hair was matted. She went unnoticed, with brief glances from passersby. Bad things had happened at this hospital, which was run by the Hall Group. The man in front of Vichy was the leader of the Hall Group. “Bring her in.” He pulled out his arm from her hands, frowning. She was quickly transferred to the two men standing beside her. Vichy staggered with them as she watched Gim walkaway. “There re so many people in the world, why it should be my kids?” Vichy whispered. He stopped momentarily, his cold and slender back silhouetted against the jarring fluorescent light, and moved on. He was really gone, and this was really happening. The men carrying her apologized, and pulled her into the room.  “No!” She fought, thrashing her arms, throwing her limbs and kicking, biting and hitting every inch around her to get free of them. The men struggled to retain her, while ensuring her unborn children remained unharmed. Vichy took this moment to rid herself of their grasp. “President Hall!” called the two men. Gim returned, his eyes colder than before. Vichy froze, her body collapsing, her questions stuck in her throat so she almost choked on them. She was in shock.  “Why do you want my children’s bone marrow? Why do my children have to die?” she murmured, tears cascading down her cheeks. His children were nearly grown inside her, and they had to be sacrificed for his childhood sweetheart. “Why?” Gim suddenly laughed. “You share her bone marrow-type! I always knew this!” Vichy’s heart dropped. Every moment she had spent with Gim, every beautiful, earth-shaking moment, was crafted, for this. She had something he needed. She was a resource. She was fooled. And now…   Plop.   A heavy drop. She kneeled before him. “Don’t take my kids. They are all I have left.” She looked up at him. Gim looked down at her and said “take her away.” Then men grabbed her just too late. She ran with all her wild desperation toward the wall, while the men grabbed her by her arm just in time to prevent her from smacking bodily into it. Her head hit drywall. The flat sound reverberated through the empty hallway. Gim strode toward her and whispered, “I warn you for the last time.” He held her by the chin. “If the bone marrow of your children does fill its role, not even death will save you.”