Yaria's POV

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My eyes fluttered open, and I took in the sight of where I was. I could see that I was in the hospital once more. In a private ward.

Memory of what happened before I passed out last time resurfaced. 

Drake's father. That bastard!

He was the one responsible for the major tragedies I had to go through. 

My parents. The company. Our house. My aunt. And now, he wanted my life?

I knew for sure that he would be behind bars now, where he should rightly be, awaiting trial. I would ...