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No Longer His Captive Surgeon Wife

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 1095    |    Released on: 30/04/2026

l on the floor, humming a tuneless melody

tlight casting long shadows across the room. She looked down

sleeping grip. She pulled the heavy velvet blanket up to

es ached. She carefully picked her way across t

t into the thick, silent carpe

light spilling from beneath a h

hick, suffocating cloud of Cu

ut the massive floor-to-ceiling window at the

sleep," she said, her voice cutting through the quiet room

eon lights from the city painted ha

d the expensive cigar into it. The movement wa

sh manila folder from his drawer. His dark

k, pulled out a heavy silver pen, and h

rate, and approached the steel wall safe hidden behind a painting. He punched in the code, placed the paper

med, her voice tearing at her throat. She lunged forward, grabbing the col

large hands gripped her waist, effortlessly lifting her and pinning her back aga

up. "That document will not see the light of day until Amira is fully recovered. You th

ing threat that echoed off the mahogany walls. "As long as Amira is s

r, more calculating, slid into his eyes. He rele

Kevin only responded to you today. He refused food, water, everything, un

t heaving. "What ar

y evening. You will sit with him, talk to him, make sure he eats and drinks, until Amira's surge

nanny for your surrogate son?" she spat.

ome reason I can't fucking understand, he trusts you. So you will use that trust to keep him alive. If you refus

omething uglier, using a child as leverage, twisting her own unwilling connectio

he whispered. "You

Two hours a day is nothing compared to the rest of your life. Or walk away now, and I will mak

lly, trying to wrench herself free from his iron grip. The sheer, overwhelming difference

let him see the angry, physiological t

ng fingers wrapping around her jaw,

. She sank her teeth deeply into the thick muscle of

in. He yanked his hand back, releasing her ja

ds. She scrambled away from the desk, her chest

hours. But the moment Amira is discharged, you sign. No more tricks, no

the bleeding tooth marks on his hand. His e

tudy, her slippers sinking into the carpet as she fled the room. Sh

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No Longer His Captive Surgeon Wife
No Longer His Captive Surgeon Wife
“I was a top cardiac surgeon, trapped in a dead marriage with a ruthless billionaire. One afternoon, he brought his mistress to my hospital, ordering me to perform her high-risk heart surgery. When I refused and handed him our divorce papers, he violently tore them up and threatened to erase my name from the medical community. Worse, I discovered they had a five-year-old surrogate son-bought and born the exact same year I bled out on an operating table, losing our baby. The mistress mocked my trauma, calling me a barren piece of trash who couldn't give him an heir. I slapped her across the face. The next morning, the NYPD publicly handcuffed me in my own hospital. She had framed me for attempted murder, claiming I injected her IV with a lethal dose of potassium. My husband cornered me in the interrogation room. "Just confess to me. I will throw enough money at the DA to make this entirely disappear." I looked into his dark eyes and saw nothing but raw, unfiltered suspicion. He actually believed I was a jealous murderer. I swore I would rather rot in a concrete cell for the rest of my life than bow down to them. Just as my childhood savior miraculously appeared to bail me out, my phone rang. The mistress had gone into full cardiac arrest. Only I had the surgical skill to save her. I turned around, deciding whether to let the woman who ruined my life die, or pick up my scalpel.”