Trapped By The Billionaire Doctor's Debt

urtains like a white-hot blade, stabbing Emilia right in the eyes. S

ach-the heat, the desperate, clawing touches, the complete and total loss

mering. The massive bedroom was empty. The s

es-a soft cashmere sweater, dark jeans, even a new pair of flats, all exactly her size. B

ense, sickening shame washing over her. She had done it aga

ed the clothes, and dressed as fast as her shaking hands would allow. She fled the apa

d her phone so tightly the edges bit into her palm. Her thumb hit the refresh

he balance remained

the dark-begged him-and he had taken her

and squeezed. She had been used. Again. Sh

lower abdomen. It felt like a serrated knife was twist

ut of her hand. A passerby-a woman in a business suit-shouted and pulled out her phone to dial 911. The dist

a double take. "Emilia Sears? Wait, isn't she that architecture student from the university?" the nurse whispered loudly to a colleague, her eyes darting over Emilia's pale, sweating

c as Emilia's consciousness slipped awa

is pristine desk, wearing a crisp white doctor's coat with his name embroidered in gold thread. As the Chief of

al phone sat on the desk beside him. The screen was open to a bank transfer page. Fifty th

l-crushing terror of the edge, so she would never-ever-go near a black-m

eyed, her scrubs splattered with something dark. "Dr. Watson, we have a young female in the ER. Severe, unexplained abdo

nd strode out of the office, his long legs eating up the gleaming

s eyes landed on the pale, sweating face on the bed. His b

as E

lurred, pain-filled vision, she saw a man in a white doctor's coat standin

his chest, at the stethoscope around his neck. She couldn't process it. How was the cold

ism. The panic that had seized his chest was buried so deep no one would ever see it. He walk

ep the ultrasound machine in Bay 4. Now," he ordered the attending nurses, his voice carrying an authority that brooked no argument,

ser to the bed. His shadow fell over her. "Lift you

zed her. She could only watch in mute horror as his cold, gloved fingers

ammation. Emilia gasped, her back arching off the bed as hot, bl

blocking out the harsh fluorescent lights, casting her face in shadow. His voice dropped so only she co

ining pride like a hammer through glass. She turned her face

edical orders to the nurses who had filtered back in, his

ecting painkillers and anti-inflammatories

dull, fading to a distant, throbbing ache. Emilia closed her eye

he delicate skin beneath her eyes, the cracked, bitten lips. Inside the pockets of his white coat, his hands curled into tig