The secretary who became a billionaire's wife
Chapter 11

Phoebe's POV

"Where are you going, gorgeous," Jake says in a flirty tone, he has been learning too much rizz lately.

I smile on hearing that, "I want to see someone after that I'll be going to your school to clear my debts," I explain.

"You know you could tell me if you've got a boyfriend, introduce me to him so we could know each other because lately, you've been looking kinda hot you know," he remarks, just then I notice he has a gum in his mouth cause he starts chewing with more energy than necessary.

Oh my God, this boy is sick, I just facepalm and walk out the door, I hear him chuckle as I leave he must've known he got me with that line.

I take out my phone and dial a number after which I place it on my ear.

It takes a few seconds before the person on the other side picks up, "Good morning, Sir," I greet.

"Morning, My Dear" The voice from the other side greeted me. I could sense him smiling from the other side of the phone.

"Are you in your office? because I want to come and see you,"

"Sure, I'm in my office,"

"Okay," I say, hanging up the call, as I stride towards the road hoping to see a cab that will be going my way.

I quickly get one, "Livingston Hospital," I say he nods and gestures for me to get in.

I quickly enter and the ride is quiet as I am filled with so many thoughts. Much of it is my life after I secured this Job with Ethan. I just hope it's a good decision I'm making because I don't want to be involved in whatever is going to hurt me in the future.

I think about my siblings and everything going on around me, my health, and the fact that I'm stuck with a disease. I don't know where it came from, well I'd be lying if I said that, I know what brought it upon me but story for another day because I've reached my destination.

I tipped the driver a few bucks and took steps into the hospital.

As I enter the familiar smell of drugs and antiseptics fills my nose, I hate it, not something I think I will get used to with time.

I walk past people in the waiting chairs, probably waiting for their loved ones, I kiss my teeth and shake my head.

I don't let my view distract me from what brought me here, I head for the office of my Doctor, Brian.

I get to his front door and knock, I hear a loud "COME IN" and I hold the doorknob and push it open.

Immediately he sets his eyes on me there is a flicker of amusement in his eyes I don't miss, he's happy to see me.

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A wide beam spread across his face next as he extended his hands to greet me.

I take it and reciprocate the vibe he was letting in, "How are you, Miss Phoebe?" He asks immediately.

"I'm fine, as you can see," trying to put aside the image of him that irks me the most, even if we shared good times, that one image of him and my worst enemy can't get out of my head.

"You don't look much like that, you've dropped way too much," he remarks.

It's been just two months since I didn't come here and he is already saying this. Well, let's go straight to the main reason I'm here today.

"Well," I give him a sarcastic smile, "that's not the reason I'm here, I'm here for a test and also so you could prescribe drugs for me," I state.

"Okay," he says, adjusting his glasses, shocked by my sudden change in topic.

He gets up from his seat, and gestures for me to lie on the bed so he can check me, for some unknown reason his hands feel cold with each of his touches. Maybe I hated him that much, just maybe.

Recently I've formed the habit of hating men, it's not my fault I've been hurt too many times.

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"You have stage four of congestive heart failure, and you'll be needing a new heart and that's going to cost a lot of money out of Pocket," he says, breathing out heavily. Immediately he says that my heart races, it almost feels like my heart would jump out of my rib cage.

I scoff, not because I want to, but because what the goddamn hell is going on. Why does it look like I keep getting more problems, I haven't even solved the ones on the ground, and now this?

I slowly get up and arch my hands at my back, "A new heart? How much is that going to cost?" I ask.

He looks down holding onto his observation note, "$1,680,000, it's going to cost $1,680,000 this includes pre and post-transplant Medicare," he says his tone showing empathy for me.

Where am I going to get such a huge amount of money from? Oh my goodness, I can't die, I pinch myself wanting to cry.

Oh my good Lord, help me how am I going to get such an amount of money from? I've got $650,000 to pay which I've been trying my best to clear for the past few years and now this?"

This is only double trouble for me, I can't even tell Lily about this. I saw how she reacted to the news of me having such a disease. If I now tell her what it has grown into because I didn't take my medication for a while, she'll kill me before I die. How the hell will I cope with such a situation?

"If you don't mind I could help you out," Brian suggests out of nowhere.