The Mistress Is Reborn As The Fiancée

The gentle hum of the hospital room, a constant, low thrum, provided a strange sort of comfort. Noelle, propped up against her pillows, looked at Flynn, her eyes filled with a quiet intensity. The question hung in the air, unspoken but heavy, a silent plea for answers.

Flynn, sensing her unspoken question, leaned forward, his expression serious. "Noelle," he began, his voice low and gentle, "I need you to tell me everything. About the accident, how did it happen?"

Noelle's brow furrowed slightly. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion. "You know I was in a car accident."

"I know that," Flynn said, his voice patient. "But I need to know the details. How did it happen?"

Noelle's gaze shifted away from his, her eyes filled with the memory she wanted buried as it sent chills down her spine everytime her mind wandered there. "I was driving to the studio," she began, her voice barely audible. "It was a normal morning. The sun was shining, there were barely any cars on the way…"

Her voice trailed off, her eyes filled with a sudden, sharp fear. "Then," she continued, her voice trembling slightly, "an SUV appeared in my rearview mirror. It was big, black, and it was coming up fast."

She paused, her breath catching in her throat. "It started to swerve," she said, her voice laced with a hint of panic. "It was trying to… to push me off the road."

Flynn's jaw tightened. "What do you mean, push you off the road?" he asked, his voice sharp.

"It was ramming me," Noelle said, her voice trembling. "It was hitting my car, trying to force me off the highway."

She looked at Flynn, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and confusion. "I tried to keep control of the car," she said, her voice barely audible. "But it was too strong. It kept hitting me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge."

She paused, her eyes filled with a distant horror. "Then," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "it hit me one last time. And I went over."

Flynn's eyes narrowed. "Do you remember any details about the SUV?" he asked, his voice laced with a quiet intensity. "The make, the model, the license plate?"

Noelle shook her head, her eyes filled with a look of frustration. "I was too busy trying to keep my car on the road," she said, her voice laced with a hint of desperation. "I didn't see a thing. All I remember is that it was a blue black SUV with three occupants, all men."

She paused, her brow furrowing. "Why haven't the police come to question me?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion. "Shouldn't they be investigating?"

Flynn's expression remained calm, his eyes unwavering. "They will," he said, his voice reassuring. "They are probably still gathering information."

He knew that the police would not be coming. He had made sure of it. He had had her car towed away, erased any evidence of the crash, and ensured that the incident was never reported. He did not want to risk Noelle being involved in a police investigation. He did not want anyone knowing that she was alive for now.

He stood up, his movements deliberate. "I need to make a phone call," he said, his voice laced with a hint of urgency. "I will be right back."

He stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him. He walked down the hallway, his footsteps echoing softly on the tiled floor. He found Tolu waiting for him, his expression a mixture of concern and anticipation.

"She told me everything," Flynn said, his voice low. "An SUV tried to run her off the road. Three occupants. Blue black SUV."

Tolu nodded, his eyes filled with a quiet intensity. "I will get our hackers on it," he said, his voice sharp. "They will search all the traffic cams until they find that car and it's occupants."

Flynn nodded, his eyes filled with a cold determination. "Find them, Tolu," he said, his voice barely audible. "Find out who tried to kill her."

"What do you want done with them?" Tolu asked.

"Get them to house black and prepare them for me. I don't want the police involved." Flynn added.

He turned and walked back towards Noelle's room, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew that this was not an ordinary accident. Someone had tried to kill Noelle. And he had to find out who so that they would not get a second chance at trying to kill her.

He returned to the room, his expression calm and reassuring. Noelle looked at him, her eyes filled with a lingering fear. He smiled at her, his eyes filled with a quiet determination.

"Everything is going to be alright," he said, his voice soft. "The police are going to find out who did this. And then they will be locked away for a very long time. No one will ever harm you again."

Maybe it was the quiet determination in his voice, or maybe it was the hard look in his eyes but Noelle believed him, and she felt strangely safe and assured.

"What can he do though?" A voice in her head asked. "He is a grifter without any kind of influence or power, how will he protect you?"

She shrugged off the voice and wondered how her rescuer was doing. It was just one day left and she would leave the clinic, did it mean that she would never meet the person who saved her?