Trillionaires' War

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

A gun.

That's why Gülizar gave me the Chanel purse. I twirl the heavy gun in my hands. This is what she meant when she said it would help me when I needed it. I never even used one before. How did she expect me to automatically know how now?

I place it back on the purse. This somewhat made me feel more at ease with the situation. At least I have some form of protection with me in case the need arises. I haven't been alone in so long, and with Quinten still out there... I silently thank Gülizar.

The flight attendant exits her hidden station and walks over to me. "Would you like me to bring your breakfast to you now?" She asks with a sincere smile plastered on her face.

"Just a bagel, please." She acknowledges my request with a nod before excusing herself.

I look out the windowsill. The faint clouds have been calming me from my nerves as we reach the end of the flight. It's been a long ten hours of just waiting with too much overthinking from my part. I don't know if I should just wait until tommorow to find Marcus. I figured a good night sleep in the hotel I booked would give me time to build the courage to talk to him. It's supposed to be 10:30am back home, it's actually 4:30pm in Italy, that's late too start finding anyone.

I shake my head. I know I'm making up excuses, but how do you tell your ex that your pregnant? There isn't a handbook on this. I softly touch my stomach. "I'm only doing this for you." I tell my baby. "If I never had to see your dad again, I would've been just fine."

Funny how things work. Two months ago I was in love and so dependent on this man. Now...Well, now I won't truly know until I see him again. The only thing I do know is that he hurt me. And I don't know if I could see him the same way I did before again.

"Here's your bagel." The flight attendant places my breakfast in a fancy tray on my desk.

"Thank you."

"We will begin to land in a few moments, Ms. Aslan." She informs me before going back to her hidden station.

I don't find ny bagel appetizing at all, but I'm still on eastern time which makes it breakfast time for me. I take a bite of my bagel. Stale, or bitter? That's what it's tasting like. I scrunch up my face and put it down. That's so gross. My stomach begins to whirl.

Oh, no. No. No. No.

I rush to the bathroom and kneel over the toliet seat, releasing the contents of my body. I hurl and heave until I'm completely empty. The nausea doesn't leave me though. I groan to myself. "Come on baby, don't do this right now. Do it when we see your father. I wouldn't even be mad if you made me throw up on him. I'll even eat extra dessert, if you do." I control my breathing as another wave of nausea overcomes me. "This is so gross." The smell isn't helping at all. A slight knock on the door, makes me jump a little.

"There's another bathroom in the private cabinet, if you'd like to change there. I already placed fresh clothes on bed."

I stand up and open the door, against my body's instinct. "Thank you." I say to her before rushing to the bedroom. I go to the bathroom and splash cold water on my face and brush my teeth. I can feel the waves of nausea slowly leaving my system. I change of out my red dress and put on my black sleeve top, and grey highwaisted jeans. I pair it off with black ankles boots the flight attendant took out for me. I feel more comfortable and overall better, but I'm in dire need of a long bath once I get to the hotel.

"Ms. Aslan, if you could please take your seat. We will now begin to descend." The flight attendant says through the door.

I open the door immediately. "I'm done. Thanks for the h-" I notice her holding up a water bottle and some salted crackers.