When young doctor Ashley's path crosses with billionaire CEO Christian, their undeniable attraction sparks a journey of love, discovery, and danger. As Christian investigates the mysterious circumstances surrounding Ashley's parents' death, they uncover a web of deceit and betrayal that threatens to destroy everything they hold dear. With their lives on the line, Christian must race against time to expose the truth and protect the woman he loves. Will their love prevail, or will the forces of greed and revenge tear them apart?"
Ashley
As I finally finished the grueling three-hour surgery, I let out a sigh of relief and exhaustion. The sterile hospital air seemed to vibrate with the sounds of the ambulance and the bustle of the emergency unit, shattering the calm.
I had just enough time to grab a much-needed cup of coffee before the entrance door burst open and a team of paramedics rushed in, their faces etched with urgency.
They wheeled in a man, probably in his early thirties, whose body was battered and bloodied. My initial instinct was to take a well-deserved break, but something about his piercing blue eyes and striking features held me back. It wasn't just his handsome face that caught my attention; it was the vulnerable, pained look in his eyes that tugged at my heartstrings.
"Doctor Ashley, you're needed in the operating room," Grace, one of the senior nurses, called out, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I entered the operating room, my scrubs fluttering behind me, and asked, "What's the situation?"
"Car accident, multiple injuries, possible internal bleeding," Nurse Tory replied, her eyes locked on mine.
With a deep breath, I plunged into the surgery, my focus solely on saving this stranger's life. Hours passed, and finally, the surgery was over. The patient, Mr. Nelson, as read from his file, rested peacefully after the ordeal.
As I checked on him, he stirred, his eyes fluttering open. "I need to leave here," he muttered, his thick accent sending a shiver down my spine. His blonde hair shone under the bright light, and his pale skin seemed to yearn for sunlight. I felt an inexplicable urge to run my fingers through his curls, but I pushed the thought aside.
Just then, the door opened, and an elderly lady walked in. Her stunning blue eyes and graceful demeanor left no doubt that she was his mother, Sue. "Oh, my son, what happened to you?" she exclaimed, caressing his face.
"He was in a car accident, had internal bleeding, and a few other injuries, but we've handled it. He'll be completely fine in a couple of days. He just needs to rest," I explained, trying to reassure her.
Sue's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at her son. "Oh, my poor baby, thank you so much, Doctor." Her hand brushed against mine as she touched his hair, and I felt a spark of electricity. For a fleeting moment, I wished I was the one beside him, touching him with such love and care.
I chided myself for the absurd thought. Get a grip, Ashley. The man doesn't even know you exist.
As I watched Sue fuss over her son, I couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. The way she gazed at him, the way she touched him-it was all so full of love and adoration. I shook my head, breaking the spell. "Grace, can you please get Mrs. Nelson to fill out some papers while I check on a few things?"
As I stepped out of the room, I couldn't help but feel drawn to the stranger, Christian. There was something about him that tugged at my heartstrings, something that made me want to stay by his side. I pushed the thought aside, telling myself it was just fatigue and the adrenaline rush of saving a life. But as I took a break, my mind wandered back to those piercing blue eyes, and I knew I was in trouble.
I went out to grab yet another coffee to relax. I know you may be wondering who takes coffee to relax. I know, but try working around the clock, and you'll find that coffee will become your favorite beverage.
As I was refilling my cup, my coworker and very good friend Mark scared me, and I jumped startled. "Dammit, Mark! Look what you made me do!" I exclaimed, pouting as I gazed at the spilled coffee. My heart was still racing from the sudden scare.
Mark was still chuckling, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "Ah, come on, Ashley! I just wanted to have a little fun!"
I playfully hit him on the shoulder, trying to hide my own smile. "You're going to pay for this, you know that?"
Mark feigned pain, clutching his shoulder dramatically. "Ow! You're going to break my shoulder, Ashley!"
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. "You're such a child, Mark."
He grinned, unfazed. "Hey, someone's got to keep things interesting around here."
As we walked to a restaurant close to the hospital, Mark asked, "So, how's your day been? Any exciting cases?"
I sighed, remembering the stranger, Christian. "Actually, I just finished a pretty intense surgery. Guy came in with multiple injuries from a car accident."
Mark's expression turned serious. "Wow, that sounds tough. How's he doing?"
I shrugged. "He's stable for now. But there was something about him... I don't know; he just seemed so vulnerable."
Mark raised an eyebrow. "Vulnerable? That's not exactly a medical term, Ash."
I laughed. "I know, I know. It's just... there was something in his eyes, you know? A look that just tugged at my heartstrings."
Mark's expression softened. "You're such a softie, Ashley. You can't help but care for every patient that walks in here."
I smiled wryly. "Guilty as charged, I guess."
As we sat down at the restaurant, Mark asked, "So, what's the plan for the rest of your day?"
I shrugged. "Just the usual rounds, checking on patients... maybe sneaking in a nap if I'm lucky."
Mark chuckled. "You and your love for naps. You're like a cat, always looking for the next sunbeam to snooze in."
I playfully rolled my eyes. "Hey, someone's got to keep their energy up around here."
As we chatted and laughed, I couldn't help but feel grateful for Mark's friendship. He was always there to brighten my day, even on the most exhausting shifts.
But as we finished our lunch and headed back to the hospital, my mind wandered back to Christian. I couldn't help but wonder what the rest of the day held and if our paths would cross again.
As if the universe is interested in our case, I get a beep signaling Christian is awake, meaning I need to go check on him. I bid Mark good-bye and head to this room.
I took a deep breath as I walked into Christian's room, trying to calm my racing heart. Why was I so nervous? It's not like I hadn't seen him before. But there was something about those piercing blue eyes that made me feel like a schoolgirl again.
"Hi," I said, trying to sound casual, but my voice came out a little too high.
Christian's eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, we just stared at each other. I felt like he could see right through me, like he knew all my secrets. Then he turned to his mother, and I was left feeling a little deflated.
"Hey, Mom," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "How are you doing?"
His mother, Sue, smiled and took his hand. "I'm doing okay, sweetie. I'm just worried about you."
I cleared my throat, trying to remind myself that I was there to check on his health, not to get caught up in those eyes. "So, Christian, how are you feeling? Any pain or discomfort?"
He turned back to me, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I'm feeling okay, I guess. A little groggy from the meds."
I nodded, trying to focus on the task at hand. "That's normal. We'll get you weaned off them soon enough."
As I checked his vitals and examined his wounds, Christian remained quiet, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch, and it was making my skin tingle.
"So, Christian," I said, trying to break the silence. "Do you remember what happened in the accident?"
He frowned, his eyes clouding over. "No, not really. I remember driving home from work, and then...nothing."
I nodded sympathetically. "It's okay. Memory loss is common in cases like this. You'll probably remember bits and pieces as you recover."
As I finished up my examination, Christian's eyes never left mine. I felt like he was trying to see into my soul, like he was searching for something.
"Well, I'll let you rest," I said, trying to sound professional. "If you need anything, just press the call button, okay?"
He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Thanks, Doc."
As I turned to leave, I felt his gaze follow me like a physical touch. I knew I was in trouble. This man was going to be the death of me.
Christian
I lay back in the hospital bed, my mind racing with thoughts of the accident. My mom was fussing over me, trying to get me to stay in the hospital, but I knew I had to get back to work. I couldn't let this incident set me back.
"Mom, I'm fine," I said, trying to reassure her. "I just need to get back to work. I can't stay in this hospital."
But my mom was adamant. "No, Christian, you need to rest. The doctor said you need to stay here until you're released."
I sighed, knowing I wasn't going to win this argument. Just as I was about to continue trying to convince her, my best friend, Jacob, walked in.
"Oh my God, Christian, you gave me a heart attack!" Jacob exclaimed, his eyes wide with drama. "One minute I'm talking to you on the phone, the next minute I hear a loud bang, and then the line goes dead. I almost died wondering what happened!"
I rolled my eyes, chuckling at Jacob's theatrics. "I'm fine, Jacob. Now, I need you to convince my mom that I can't stay here. I need to get back to work."
Jacob turned to my mom and said, "Don't worry, Mom, I'll talk to our little Chrissy. Why don't you get some food for him and yourself?"
My mom reluctantly nodded and left to find food. As soon as she was gone, Jacob turned serious.
"Chris, what happened?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.
I sighed, feeling a mix of emotions. "I think it was planned. I heard a noise come from the engine before the brakes stopped, and I lost control."
Jacob's eyes widened in shock. "What? That's crazy! So, what do we do now?"
I thought for a moment before answering. "We need to get the security footage from my mechanic. I picked up my car from him, and I want to see if he has anything to do with this."
Jacob nodded, his face set in determination. "I'll help you get the footage. We'll figure this out, Chris."
As we were talking, my doctor walked in. I felt a flutter in my chest as I saw her. She was even more beautiful up close, with amber eyes that made me want to stare at her all day.
"Sorry to interrupt," she said, grabbing a notebook she had forgotten. "I'll just get out of your way."
I watched as she hurriedly left, feeling a pang of disappointment. But I couldn't help but smile. Her presence had affected me, and I could tell that mine had affected her too.
I turned to Jacob, who already had a look that said I knew you liked her on his face. With a smirk on my face, I respond. "This is going to be fun."
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