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Chapter 5

Life as a prostitute was giving Isabella a quiet life. She could pay her bills, sustain herself, and had even managed to buy a new cellphone. However, not everything is so bad that it can't get worse.

Isabella had experienced various negative sensations of anguish and pain and knew well how it affected her. It had been some time since Isa had gone through a roller coaster of emotions.

In a session with a millionaire client, Isa drank some whisky and used a type of drug she had never tried before. The almost 50-year-old man positioned Isabella in his specific chair for sexual fantasies and tied her arms, placing a blindfold on her. She already felt a bit strange, but she had to go through with the session; the young man paid very well, so it had to be his way.

With her arms raised, naked body, and blindfolded eyes, Isa was penetrated in the mouth by the client, but a strange sensation began to invade Isa's body. Her legs weakened, her stomach churned, just like when she drank too much on the streets, but she stayed strong.

In that abdominal discomfort Isa felt, the sensation that her body would succumb at any moment was enormous; she wanted to ask for a break, but the client noticed nothing wrong, he just wanted to satisfy his desire and fulfill his fantasies.

Isabella was a dedicated professional, with several years in the business, recommended by high-profile clients, having served all kinds of billionaires, from mafia bosses to politicians. No mishap had occurred in any of her sessions until that moment.

The girl's abdomen kept bubbling. In her thoughts, she believed that the drink and the new drugs were causing harm, but she continued receiving something in her mouth that other ordinary girls would never accept. However, at some point, the sensation was so powerful that Isa's slender body surrendered to agony and nausea.

— What is this, girl? — the old man shouted as he received a stream of vomit on his member. — Are you not a professional?

Isa couldn't explain what was happening and couldn't justify the incident; she remained silent while her body trembled, and her legs weakened.

— I'm not paying for this. Filthy whore, — the man yelled, ripping off Isa's blindfold.

— I'm sorry, — Isa lowered her head, embarrassed, not really knowing what was happening to her body that night.

— Get out of here now, — the client filled a glass with whisky and downed it in one go, looking at the splendid view from his apartment.

Isabella hastily dressed and left, not knowing how to get home. The client who was supposed to pay didn't pay; he promised to take her home, but after the incident, he canceled the promise. She had to figure it out; she requested a ride from a ride-sharing app and paid with her credit card, lucky that she had that option.

Arriving home, she tried to figure out what had happened. The drink could have been harmful, or that strange synthetic drug she had used. Just remembering the untimely event made her stomach churn, and she rushed to the bathroom. With nothing left in her stomach and abdominal pain, she couldn't vomit anymore. She turned on the shower and stayed there for a few minutes, hoping the water would bring some comfort to her body. Fortunately, she felt momentary relief, but it didn't last long. As soon as she wrapped herself in a towel and opened the fridge to get some water, she smelled something stored there, and her stomach churned again, leading her for the thousandth time to the bathroom.

Isabella's night would be long, especially because she didn't know what was wrong with her body. As soon as she lay down, her hunger appeared. To avoid triggering that uncomfortable nausea again, she grabbed an apple and ate to bring some satisfaction. She chewed while trying to find a plausible explanation for her sudden nausea.

Isa leaped out of bed, apple in hand, and due to the shock of her thoughts, she spat out the chewed apple on the floor. She was surprised by the crazy idea that came to her mind, but it was a possibility. Could Isa be pregnant?

— No... No... No... This can't happen, — she said aloud, pacing back and forth in the house with her fingers entwined in her curly hair. But she would need to wait until the next day for a concrete answer.

Isa couldn't sleep; she spent the entire night going from the bathroom to the kitchen. When her body succumbed to nausea and dizziness, she lay on the bed with her feet hanging out, waiting for the unpleasant feeling to pass. But what was actually keeping her awake was the possibility of a potential pregnancy. She wasn't prepared for a surprise like this.

As the first rays of sunlight invaded the gaps in Isa's house walls, she quickly got up in the same way she had spent the entire night and ran straight to the nearest pharmacy. It wasn't very far, but as Isa thought and ran, the distance seemed to stretch, and the pharmacy seemed to get farther away.

Halfway there, the nausea returned, and Isabella felt her vision darken. Everything that seemed clear and vivid dissipated until she couldn't see a step in front of her.

When Isabella finally woke up, she was in an ambulance with a male and a female nurse checking her pulses every minute.

— Where am I? — Isa asked with her voice still shaky.

— Good morning, miss. What's your name? — the friendly girl directed her words to the girl lying on an uncomfortable stretcher, feeling the ambulance sway through the pothole-ridden local streets.

— Isabella... Where am I?

— Miss Isabella, we're taking you to the hospital; you were found unconscious on the street, — the nurse explained, solicitous. — My name is Douglas, this is Nurse Luane. We'll take care of you, okay? Stay calm and breathe.

— I need to go... — Isabella's sentence was interrupted by an unexpected bout of vomiting. — Sorry... — she uttered between retches.

— It's okay, Miss Isabella, — Luane said, grabbing a container for Isa to vomit into. — Do you suspect pregnancy or do you have an autoimmune disease?

Isabella didn't want to dwell on that, but she had no choice. Her eyes welled up, her face paled, and her expression became even sadder and more downcast. She couldn't bring herself to speak the words, so she answered with a nod, confirming.

— Yes to what? A disease? — Her head shook in denial. The nurses concluded that the suspicion was pregnancy and exchanged glances. At the emergency reception, while the nurse set up the wheelchair, the nurse announced the patient.

— A 24-year-old patient with suspected hyperemesis gravidarum, blood pressure 90/60, low glucose, and dehydration.

As soon as Isabella arrived at the hospital, she was attended to and put on an IV until the test results came back. Isa's distress was overwhelming; she couldn't have a child at this point in her life. Her thoughts conflicted, all leading back to the life she had with her parents.

— I can't have children; I won't be a good mother. I didn't have a family example for that. I'm not married, and my life is unstable. Having a child now would disrupt all my plans, — Isabella tried to process everything while her consciousness drifted in and out. Her eyes wouldn't stay open for long.

— Miss Isabella Romanov? — a nurse called after two hours of observation. Isa woke up from her untimely nap and nodded to the person standing in the doorway. The nurse approached with paperwork in hand.

— Well, Miss, congratulations. You're pregnant.

Isabella wished she could go back to sleep upon hearing the confirmation of the unwanted pregnancy. But this time, she wanted to sleep for a long time until this pregnancy was over.

— You'll need to see the doctor again; he has some recommendations. You'll require rest and plenty of fluids, — the nurse handed over the paperwork, removed the IV from Isabella's hand, and guided her to the doctor's office, where she was promptly attended to.

— Please have a seat, Miss Isabella. Let's review your test results." The very friendly doctor took the papers from Isa's hand and began to go through them. "Well, the good news is that you don't have hyperemesis gravidarum..." The doctor paused as he flipped through more pages. "The bad news is that you'll need rest and vitamins. You have an iron deficiency. You'll need to see your OB-GYN twice a month until you're better. Other than that, everything looks fine. With proper nutrition, taking the vitamins, you'll have a great pregnancy. Congratulations, Miss.

Isabella nodded at the doctor's recommendations and showed no reaction. Her mind was too confused; she needed a good rest to process everything that was happening. She took the paperwork and prescriptions provided by the doctor and left the office in a catatonic state. The first person who came to her mind to share the news with was Aléssio. However, she didn't know how he would react, and she couldn't risk telling him and pushing him away from her life.

Once again, Isabella found herself in a dead-end, with no family to support her, no one to confide in, and no one to share her feelings of despair and anguish.

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