The Games We Play

The Surgeon's Vow: Healing My Billionaire Husband

Qing Shui

I sat in the gray, airless room of the New York State Department of Corrections, my knuckles white as the Warden delivered the news. "Parole denied." My father, Howard Sterling, had forged new evidence of financial crimes to keep me behind bars. He walked into the room, smelling of expensive cologne, and tossed a black folder onto the steel table. It was a marriage contract for Lucas Kensington, a billionaire currently lying in a vegetative state in the ICU. "Sign it. You walk out today." I laughed at the idea of being sold to a "corpse" until Howard slid a grainy photo toward me. It showed a toddler with a crescent-moon birthmark—the son Howard told me had died in an incubator five years ago. He smiled and told me the boy's safety depended entirely on my cooperation. I was thrust into the Kensington estate, where the family treated me like a "drowned rat." They dressed me in mothball-scented rags and mocked my status, unaware that I was monitoring their every move. I watched the cousin, Julian, openly waiting for Lucas to die to inherit the empire, while the doctors prepared to sign the death certificate. I didn't understand why my father would lie about my son’s death for years, or what kind of monsters would use a child as a bargaining chip. The injustice of it burned in my chest as I realized I was just a pawn in a game of old money and blood. As the monitors began to flatline and the family started to celebrate their inheritance, I locked the door and reached into the hem of my dress. I pulled out the sharpened silver wires I’d fashioned in the prison workshop. They thought they bought a submissive convict, but they actually invited "The Saint"—the world’s most dangerous underground surgeon—into their home. "Wake up, Lucas. You owe me a life." I wasn't there to be a bride; I was there to wake the dead and burn their empire to the ground.

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⛄ Chapter 1

The plane landed at Sheretmeyevo airport. The passengers on the plane started to stand up... getting ready to walk out of the plane. Morgan turned to me and Syden..

"Syden... Adiba... We're going out last. Let the other passengers get out first...".

Syden and I nodded. Twenty minutes later, a beautiful, tall, slender flight attendant approached us carrying Syden's mother's wheelchair, but Morgan immediately stood up and said...

"Mother has been sitting on the plane for eight hours, now let me carry her out of the plane."

The beautiful flight attendant smiled kindly and politely helped untie the seat belt in Syden's mother's seat. Morgan carried his mother Morgan and walked between the passenger seats of the plane. Aisyah's two children... Nabilla and Maryam were jumping up and down with joy while screaming...

"Thank God, we arrived in Russia."

Sholeha, their eleven-month-old sister, woke up because of the screams of her two older siblings and immediately cried loudly. Aisyah and Alif silenced Sholeha but she started crying even louder. Syden took Sholeha from Alif's arms..

"I want to carry Sholeha."

Sholeha began to cry, her beautiful round eyes blinking at Syden. I wiped Sholeha's tear-stained cheeks. What's funny... Soleha's two tiny hands grabbed Syden's cheeks... She immediately burst out laughing. we walked out of the plane to the arrival hall.. Long queue...for passport and visa control. After taking our luggage we went out. Several people approached Syden... they were talking near me, it turned out they were employees at Syden's office. I approached father...

"Dad, there are several employees from Syden's office who want to take us all to Syden's house."

Dad nodded, telling Alif to arrange it. 1 car accompanied father, mother, aunt Hanifah, uncle Hassan and Alif's parents, Morgan. 1 more car took Rowena, Aisyah, Alif, Alif's younger sister Siti, my twin younger cousins... Mohammad and Mohammed. the other car took Syden, his mother, me and my three nieces... Nabilla, Maryam, Sholeha. I noticed that my three nephews were very close to Syden and his mother. I was surprised by the direction of the road the car we were traveling on.

"Syden, where are we??". Syden was engrossed in playing with my three nephews, and only answered briefly...

"Go home, dear Adiba."

I looked at the road and turned to Syden's mother...

"Adiba is confused, this is not the way to Adiba's house, ma'am."

Syden's mother looked at me in surprise.

"Mother is also surprised, where are we going, beautiful Adiba."

Mom and I simultaneously turned to Syden . Ehmmm... Syden, my husband is starting to relapse into playing with secrets. I touched his mother's hand...

"Mom, your handsome son is starting to play secret games between the two of us."

Syden laughed loudly..

"Here we go back to our house."

Mother and I looked at each other... increasingly curious... The car stopped in front of the yard of a big house. We got out of the car, I was still amazed to see this big house.

"Syden, whose house is this.?"

Syden just laughed as he put Sholeha on his mother's lap who was sitting in a wheelchair. Syden pushed his mother's wheelchair.

"Come on, let's go in, Adiba."

I took Nabilla and Maryam into the house. My mother and I are still amazed. Mother asked..

"Actually whose house is this?."It doesn't seem polite for us to enter someone's house without the permission of the owner, Syden, my son ."

understand what Syden means".

Syden laughed loudly..

"Dear Adiba, you and my mother...you both own this house. We live in this new house, still don't you understand .?"

I shook my head..

"This house is too big. So where is the small house that Adiba lived in before, Syden.?"

"It's still there, dear Adiba."

My astonishment was starting to run out... I heard a voice...

"Assalamu mulaykum".

We turned to the living room door.. Father, mother, Alif's parents, aunt Hanifah, uncle Hassan, Siti, Alif, Aisyah, twins Muhammad and Mohammed, Morgan, Rowena. Syden hugged my shoulder while answering..

"Waalaikum salam, come on in...".

Everyone entered, amazed. Morgan approached Syden...

"Your new house is really big, Syden."

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