Hitting the Jackpot Without You Two novel

---- Chapter 1 Lying in the hospital bed with a bunch of tubes attached to my body, I stared blankly at the ceiling.

Shawn Langston, the younger of the Langston brothers, called.

His voice came through the phone, thick with anger.

"Yvonne Sachman, where the hell have you been these past few days? You knew Queenie wasn't doing well, and you still faked being sick just to mess with her, didn't you? She hasn't been able to sleep for days and just got rushed to the hospital!" It was then followed by another voiceNigel Langston, the older brother.

"Say something! Playing dead won't work unless you're actually dead.

Otherwise, get over here right now and ---- apologize to Queenie!" The monitors around me started beeping in warning as my emotions surged in that instant.

Tears slipped down my cheeks.

At that exact moment, a thought crossed my mind perhaps I should have just died on my way to the hospital earlier.

I was born with a weak constitution and have suffered from asthma since I was little.

But thankfully, over the years, the brothers had taken good care of me.

I'd only had one serious asthma attack.

That one time was when I first arrived at the Langston residence.

Shawn, who always acted like he wasn't afraid of anything, ended up crying his eyes out.

Regardless, he stubbornly stayed by my bedside.

After I was discharged, Nigel spent three days cleaning the house until not even a single stray strand of hair could be found.

Back then, I naively believed their love was unshakable ---- and would last forever.

Unfortunately, that belief was shattered the moment Queenie Yates appeared.

What once felt like a passionate, all-consuming love in our youth was blown away, dispersed like smoke in the wind.

I silently hung up the phone, took off my oxygen mask, and sent Dada text.

"Dad, I've thought it through.

I'm willing to marry Joseph Blackwell." He called back almost instantly, his voice full of concern as he asked, "Yvonne, did something happen? You don't have to force yourself for me.

As for the Langston brothers Icut him off, choking back tears as I tried hard to keep my voice steady so he wouldn't worry.

"T'm fine.

I'm ready to marry the Blackwell family's golden boy." Back when Mom died unexpectedly, Dad worked himself to the bone to hold the Sachman family, spending most of