Trapped By The Billionaire Doctor's Debt

ff her trembling body, could see the fine, fragile bones of her shoulders shaking beneath her thin tank top. He p

obs, her breath coming in ragged, desperate hitches. The impenetrable ice he used to

oice still harsh but lacking its previous calculate

ed eyes stared at him in pure, disbelieving

alked over to the smart-home control panel mounted on

the room like a gunshot. The red

ing woman. Emilia scrambled up from the floor, her knees scraping

hoodie from the floor. She just threw her

ently in her pocket. The screen lit up with a notification: a final, automated text from the hospit

ysical strike. Her father. They w

n, the hopelessness-combined with the fact that she hadn't ea

right foot twisting beneath her, and her cheap, worn flat shoe

shoe, her bare foot slapping against the cold floor,

smashed her fist against the 'Close Door' button repeatedly-once, twice, three ti

ent, the kind of silence that pressed against the eardrums. The faint, sweet s

at lay abandoned on the rug. The sole was worn completely thin, nea

. His eyebrows pulled together in a tight, painful knot. A heavy,

hattering the silence. The

t agency to a warehouse in Queens. But we also found out the interns used your burner num

sought him out. It was a complete, horrifying coincidence-a wrong number in the worst possible con

ly serious, stripped of all pretense. "Raid that b

cars crawling through the dark streets below, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and red. The thought of her walking

the elevator, her bare foot leaving fain

ull of cold, dismissive judgment. Emilia felt completely numb, moving on autopilot

he wind hit her thin tank top like a wall of ice, making her teet

dewalk had already scraped the skin raw. Small beads of blood

nger, the crashing low blood sugar, and the residual, cheap black-market hormone pills she

lights and headlights. Acid rushed up her

against the freezing steel. She realized with terrifying clarity that she couldn't walk t

nt ID. Everything was still zipped inside the pockets of the hoodie she had left on his floor. Without them, she co

tasting blood aga

ear on the sidewalk, she turned around and limped back