Trapped By The Billionaire Doctor's Debt

e gap in the curtains, stabbing Emilia right

a physical blow to the stomach. The heat, the

lly. The massive bedroom w

a stack of brand-new women's clothes, per

iating through her muscles, grabbed the clothes, and dressed as fast as her shaking hands w

Emilia gripped her phone tight. Her thumb hit the re

he balance remained

m in the dark, and he had taken her

c gripped her throat. S

through her abdomen. It felt like a serr

gency room, a young triage nurse glanced at her intake form. "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, sweati

a crisp white doctor's coat. As the Chief of Surgery and the sole heir to the hospital'

n was open to a bank transfer page. He stared

feel the absolute terror of the edge, so she wou

son, we have a young female in the ER. Severe, unexplained abdominal pain. It

strode out of the office, his long legs e

uma bay. His eyes landed on the pale, sweating

as E

Through her blurred, pain-filled vision, she saw

uldn't process how the cold, twisted buyer from the pent

under a mask of absolute, freezing professionalism. He walked t

his voice carrying an authority that brooked no argument. The nurses immediately scattered, leaving them completely alone for a br

ch paralyzed her. She could only watch in horror as his

nflammation. Emilia gasped, her back arching

shoulders blocking out the harsh fluorescent lights, his voice dropping so only sh

emaining pride. She turned her face away, sta

rapid series of medical orders to the nurs

ecting painkillers and anti-i

agonizing cramps began to dull. Emilia

Inside the pockets of his white coat, his hands curled into tight fists