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The Star He Left Bleeding

The Star He Left Bleeding

Gavin
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For three years, I, Hollywood's unbreakable star Aliza Cabrera, chased the one man I couldn't have: the brilliant, cold surgeon Dr. Etienne McCarthy. My relentless pursuit was a public spectacle, met only with his icy indifference. Then, a single phone call shattered my world. My mother, her voice dripping with smug triumph, announced his engagement. Not to me, but to my manipulative stepsister, Kaylee. The betrayal cut deeper when I discovered the truth. His coldness wasn't for everyone; it was a calculated performance orchestrated by Kaylee. "I did what you asked, Kaylee," he'd whispered to her, his voice laced with a devotion he never showed me. "Anything for you." When Kaylee's lies escalated to a fire that nearly killed me, Etienne saved me, only to believe her twisted story that I had set it myself. He chose her, again and again, even leaving me bleeding on an operating table because Kaylee feigned a panic attack. "My fiancée needs me," were his final words to me. I was nothing to him. A nuisance. A convenient discard. The love I felt turned to ash. So I vanished. I rebuilt my life, becoming a media mogul, powerful and untouchable. I found real love with a kind man named Collins. But just as I found my peace, a ghost from the past reappeared, his eyes filled with a desperate, belated regret. This time, he wouldn't break me. This time, I would be the one to walk away.

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Chapter 1

For three years, I, Hollywood's unbreakable star Aliza Cabrera, chased the one man I couldn't have: the brilliant, cold surgeon Dr. Etienne McCarthy. My relentless pursuit was a public spectacle, met only with his icy indifference.

Then, a single phone call shattered my world. My mother, her voice dripping with smug triumph, announced his engagement. Not to me, but to my manipulative stepsister, Kaylee.

The betrayal cut deeper when I discovered the truth. His coldness wasn't for everyone; it was a calculated performance orchestrated by Kaylee. "I did what you asked, Kaylee," he'd whispered to her, his voice laced with a devotion he never showed me. "Anything for you."

When Kaylee's lies escalated to a fire that nearly killed me, Etienne saved me, only to believe her twisted story that I had set it myself. He chose her, again and again, even leaving me bleeding on an operating table because Kaylee feigned a panic attack. "My fiancée needs me," were his final words to me.

I was nothing to him. A nuisance. A convenient discard. The love I felt turned to ash.

So I vanished. I rebuilt my life, becoming a media mogul, powerful and untouchable. I found real love with a kind man named Collins. But just as I found my peace, a ghost from the past reappeared, his eyes filled with a desperate, belated regret. This time, he wouldn't break me. This time, I would be the one to walk away.

Chapter 1

"Pushing down" the popular female star Chloe went viral, leading to widespread online criticism and abuse. I, Aliza Cabrera, the celebrated Hollywood actress, was the subject of endless gossip. They called me ruthless, a diva, a force of nature. On screen, I was glamorous, witty, and unbreakable. Off screen, I was all those things, too. Or so they thought. Beneath that polished surface, I was just a woman aching for something real, something that hadn't been shattered by a family that never truly saw me.

Hollywood buzzed about my independence, my string of casual relationships, my refusal to settle. They said I was too ambitious, too free-spirited. The truth? I was terrified of genuine connection. I preferred chasing the impossible. And for three years, that impossible dream had a name: Dr. Etienne McCarthy.

It started with a stupid accident. A minor fall on set, a twisted ankle, nothing serious. But it sent me to the ER, and that's where I first saw him. He moved through the chaos of the emergency room like a phantom, calm and precise. His dark eyes, usually cold and analytical, held a flicker of something, a hint of deep, hidden fires. He was brilliant, everyone knew that. The heir to the secretive McCarthy dynasty, but he chose scalpels over boardrooms. He was a challenge, a fortress I felt compelled to breach. And I thought I could.

For three years, I pursued him with a single-minded intensity that would make a lesser man crumble. Dinners, gifts, invitations to premieres, even a public declaration or two. He always declined, politely, distantly. His indifference was a wall, smooth and impenetrable. It only made me want him more. My friends called me obsessed. I called it determined. No one had ever said no to Aliza Cabrera.

Today, another minor injury. A prop malfunction on set, a deep cut on my forearm. The studio rushed me to the nearest private clinic. It was no surprise when Etienne McCarthy walked into the examination room, his face a mask of professional neutrality. His presence was like a high-voltage current in the sterile air. He didn't even acknowledge my subtle wink.

"Aliza Cabrera," he stated, his voice a low, even rumble. He picked up my chart, eyes scanning, not lingering on me. "Injury report states a laceration to the right forearm. Let's see it."

His touch was cool, impersonal, as he cleaned and examined the wound. His movements were efficient, focused. He stitched me up with an almost surgical precision, his brow furrowed in concentration. My pain evaporated under his gaze.

I leaned in, my voice a husky whisper. "You know, Doctor, you're the only man who can touch me like this and not get a restraining order." I let my fingers brush his arm, a spark of playful defiance in my eyes.

He paused, a needle suspended mid-air. His eyes, dark as midnight, met mine. There was no warmth, no flicker of amusement. Just a flat, unwavering gaze. "Miss Cabrera, this is a medical procedure. I advise you to remain still." His voice was devoid of emotion, a clinical pronouncement.

I pulled back, a faint flush rising on my cheeks. "Oh. Right. Just trying to lighten the mood, Dr. McCarthy. It's not every day an A-list actress gets to flirt with a world-renowned surgeon."

"My concern is your recovery, not your social calendar, Miss Cabrera," he replied, cutting the thread with a snip. "You have a high pain tolerance. I've noted that before. Impressive." He moved to clean up the instruments, already disengaging.

"You've noted that before?" I pressed, a flicker of hope igniting in my chest. "You remember me?"

He turned, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping him. "I remember all my patients' medical histories, Miss Cabrera." His words were a blunt instrument, crushing any romantic notions. "Especially when they require multiple visits for... minor incidents."

My phone buzzed, vibrating against the metal table. It was my mother. Mrs. Wiley. Her caller ID flashed, a stark reminder of another kind of pain. I almost ignored it. Almost.

"Aliza! Where are you? Why aren't you answering?" Her voice, even through the speaker, was shrill, laced with an accusation that was always just beneath the surface. "Your stepfather is furious! Kaylee is home. We need you here. Immediately!"

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Mom, I'm... currently at the clinic. Minor injury."

"An injury? Again? Honestly, Aliza, your antics. Why can't you be more like Kaylee? Calm, sensible, focused on something real, not this vulgar acting charade." The words landed like tiny darts, each one finding a familiar target.

"Vulgar, Mom? This 'charade' is my life. It's how I pay my bills, remember? Unlike Kaylee, I actually have to work for a living." The bitterness was a familiar taste in my mouth.

"Don't you dare speak about Kaylee like that!" Her voice rose. "She's a delicate flower, Aliza. Always has been. After your grandfather... after everything, she needed stability. We all did. You ran off, chasing fame, leaving us to pick up the pieces."

My chest tightened. Grandfather. My beloved grandfather. He was the only one who truly understood me, who saw beyond the boisterous facade to the sensitive girl underneath. When he died, everything changed. My mother, beautiful but fragile, crumbled. She married Mr. Wiley, a wealthy socialite, just months after Grandfather's funeral. And with Mr. Wiley came Kaylee.

Kaylee, sweet and innocent on the surface, a master manipulator underneath. My mother, once my fiercest protector, became Kaylee's doting shadow. Kaylee's every whim was indulged, every perceived slight against her met with exaggerated outrage. My Hollywood dream became an "embarrassment," my independence, a "rebellion."

I remembered it clearly. The broken vase. Kaylee had dropped it, a priceless heirloom. But her tears, her trembling lips, convinced my mother it was my fault. I was dragged to the study, my stepfather raising his hand. My mother stood by, silent, her eyes filled not with concern for me, but with a strange, blank indifference. That night, locked in my room with a stinging cheek and a bruised heart, I made a promise to myself. I would leave. I would build a life where I was loved, where I mattered.

And I did. I left. My parents threatened to cut me off, to disinherit me. I laughed. "Good," I'd said. "I never wanted anything from you anyway." The years that followed were brutal. Waiting tables, struggling for auditions, sleeping on friends' couches. But I persevered. I climbed. I became Aliza Cabrera, the actress, the mogul, the woman who needed no one.

Or so I told myself.

Maybe that's why Etienne McCarthy became my obsession. That flicker of warmth, that unexpected kindness, when he first treated me three years ago. I'd tripped on a loose cable, hitting my head. He'd been gentle, his fingers brushing my hair from my forehead. "Careful, Miss Cabrera," he'd murmured, his voice softer than I'd ever heard it. "You're too valuable to be so careless." He dismissed it later as standard procedure, a doctor's duty. But to me, starved for genuine tenderness, it was everything. It was the crack in his armor, the proof that beneath the ice, there was fire. A fire I yearned to ignite.

My mother's voice cut through my thoughts again, sharp and insistent. "Aliza? Are you even listening? This is important! Etienne McCarthy, Dr. McCarthy, he's engaged! To Kaylee! Can you believe it? My little girl, marrying into the McCarthy dynasty!"

The world tilted. The sterile room spun. Etienne McCarthy. Engaged. To Kaylee. The needle of my pain tolerance snapped.

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