Fiona's POV
"Ahhhhhhh! Fiona!"
My eyes snapped open, darting around the room to find the source of the scream. I swung my legs off the bed and rushed to the living room.
Of course, it was Isabella, my exuberant girlfriend. Her excitement could only mean one thing: news about a Korean actor or a handsome rich man who had just arrived in London.
"Guess what, Fiona?" Isabella ran to me, hitting me hard on the back.
"Ouch," I shouted, returning the slap. "What is it?"
"He's back, he's back!" Isabella jumped around, gasping for breath.
"Who's back?" I laughed, walking to the countertop and filling a cup with water from the refrigerator.
"Alexander Brooks!"
My grip loosened on the cup, and it shattered on the floor. Isabella ran to me. "I hope you're fine?" she asked, cleaning the floor.
I nodded, hiding my trembling hands. "Who's that again?" I sighed, gaining composure as I walked back into the living room and sat close to Isabella, who giggled at my confusion.
"Alexander Brooks is London's most popular CEO—handsome, tall, bold, brave, hardworking, diligent, rich—everything one could ever wish for," Isabella gushed without pausing for breath.
"Oh, that Alexander Brooks."
I actually did know who he was. He belonged to the Brooks family, the most influential in all of England.
"So where has he been?" I sipped my water which I had filled again.
"Well, he left home ten years ago to study in Hong Kong, where he started a business school. Interesting, right?"
I nodded, now intrigued by the story.
"Now his father, Jordan Brooks, has retired and handed over the Brooks Company to him. Just imagine how rich he is!"
I stared at her for a moment, really imagining his wealth. The rich never seem to have anything to worry about, right?
As I listened, my phone beeped, signaling a new message.
I didn't need to look at it to know who it was from. Of course, my annoying boss, Mrs. Patricia.
In all my years as a doctor, I'd never dreaded going to work this much. This started when Mrs. Patricia was transferred from headquarters. My life had become a living nightmare.
"The devil again?" Isabella laughed. She knew my expression all too well—the what-do-you-want-from-me-now look.
"It's the devil, and she seems to thrive on my misery," I stretched, running to my room. It wasn’t a large room, just enough for a single lady with no love life.
I had moved out of my parents' house at a young age, after their death.
The room, though sparsely furnished, reflected my loneliness. I walked to the wardrobe and picked out a short pink skirt and a white blouse, then grabbed a pair of canvas shoes from the shoe rack.
I quickly dressed, tying my hair into a ponytail.
When I returned to the living room, Isabella was still on her phone, squealing over images of Alexander Brooks.
"Get over him, you fool," I said, kissing her on the cheek before heading out.
"I love you," Isabella called after me, her voice fading as I left.
The street was bustling as usual, with children running around with their parents, couples holding hands while crossing busy roads, and shopkeepers cleaning windows and doors.
I bit my nails, going through my call log. "Found you!" It didn't take a while before I phoned him, he picked up immediately.
"Hi."
"It's the time you've been waiting for. Are you ready?"
"How's his health?" I asked still biting my lips.
"It's worsening, this is the time he needs a personal doctor, I'll put in good words so you'll be posted there," he said, immediately hanging up.
A taxi stopped as soon as I signaled it. "City Hospital, please."
The taxi driver, a middle-aged man with a cheerful look, asked, "Can we go now?" waiting until I was settled.
"Yes, please," I responded. The city looked slightly different today. The sun was higher than usual. "It's going to be a rough day," I muttered as I burst through the hospital doors.
I was a resident doctor and had attended Yale School of Medicine on a scholarship and now worked at the city's hospital.
"Good morning, Fiona," a voice called out, giving me a look that screamed "run faster."
I dashed to the elevator, but it was filled to capacity. The only option left was the stairs. "Oh, shit," I muttered, running to the side of the building and taking the two hundred steps up to Mrs. Patricia's office.
it felt like a heavy stone was pressing down on my heart. As I walked into Mrs. Patricia's office, a sense of foreboding washed over me.
I entered cautiously, my lips pressed tightly together. To my surprise, Mrs. Patricia wasn't wielding her usual fountain pen with a critical air which she did anytime she was up to frustrate everyone. Instead, she wore a satisfied expression.
I glanced behind me, wondering if she was really looking at me.
"What's wrong, Miss Campbell?"
Wait, did she really just call me that?
"Ma'am?"
"You seem more beautiful than usual. Have you been going on dates?"
"Sorry, what?" I said, taken aback. Mrs. Patricia only acted this way when she wanted something, and it was never optional. I watched her lips move slowly.
"So, you might have heard about the Brooks family?" she said, sorting through the files on her desk, the wrinkles beside her eyes more pronounced.
I met her gaze. So this was what all this was about? "Yes, ma'am. What about them?"
"Well," she cleared her throat, "Jordan Brooks, a significant investor in the hospital, is ill. He'll be needing a physician."
"What!" I bowed slightly, "I'm sorry..."
"There's no need to reject," she cut me off, picking up a red pen from the pen cup. "I'm actually working on your transfer letter. You may have heard of Mr. Mark."
Mr. Mark was notorious—a lunatic, a sexual predator. Despite numerous allegations, no evidence had ever stuck against him.
My heart sank, not of sadness, but happiness. This was the opportunity I had been waiting for. I bit my lip until it turned red.
"Would you prefer to go there?"
"No, no ma'am," I stuttered, pinching my palms.
She slammed the file shut, dropping the pen. "I'll assume you've accepted the assignment."
I wasn't going to refuse before. I knew everything about the Brooks family, but being sent there felt like being a sacrificial lamb in Mrs. Patricia's power play.
"If I may ask, ma'am, for how long?"
"You have no idea how influential Jordan Brooks is, do you? If you do your job well, something good might happen. Who knows?"
I understood her underlying motive—a potential promotion she had always coveted. It wasn't about my well-being.
I didn't have to think too hard. Everything was falling into place, thanks to him. "I'll go, ma'am."
Mrs. Patricia swiftly walked over to me, clasping my hands in hers. A chill ran down my spine, and I took a step back as she spoke.
"Thank you. Make sure you behave well. If you need any help, I'll send the team," she said, practically skipping out of the office in joy.
Watching Patricia walk away, I smiled and whispered, "You're finally back, Alexander Brooks. It took a while."
Finally!
Fiona's POVThe drive to the Brooks residence which was situated in Chelsea, was a long one, probably an hour. The building was magnificent, likely the most impressive I'd ever seen. It had a sculpture in the middle with water pouring into it from a fountain. The statue was of Harry Brooks, Jordan's father.The security guards stopped me from entering, asking for an invitation card or letter. "I'm sorry, I was sent by City Hospital to treat Mr. Brooks."One lanky guard signaled to let me in.I stepped into the building, my eyes feasting on the luxurious surroundings. As I moved further, a man approached me. "Come with me," he said, leading me into the living room."Wow!" I blurted out, taking in the opulent decor. I stared with a mixture of fury and surprise; they seemed to live well. An enormous artwork caught my attention, but my thoughts were interrupted when a lady in a black dress approached me."You must be Miss Campbell," she said, smiling brightly."Yes, I am," I responded qui
Fiona's POVThe beeps from my phone pierced my deep sleep. I yawned loudly, stretching my weary muscles. The phone rang insistently this time. Hesitantly, I reached to pick it up."Hello, Fiona," his voice jolted me awake. I jumped down from the bed and put the call on speaker."Mister.""I'll be sending the blueprint of the Brooks mansion. The party should serve as a distraction."I pulled off the silky nightgown, revealing my bare skin. "Davis will be at the party. Everything will go as planned. If Jordan is hiding something important, it's closer than we think."The line cracked a little. "Fiona, you need to curb your curiosity for now. Jordan doesn't like people getting too close. Sooner or later, you'll be asked to leave. Get close to Alexander; he's the heir now."I grabbed a towel, wrapping it tightly around myself. "Fine, I won't do anything I'll regret," I said, clearing my throat and hanging up.I wasn't going to listen to him. Besides destroying the Brooks, I needed to know
Alexander's POV It had been ten years since I was last in London. The sight of Brooks House made me nauseous, returning to what I was supposed to call a family, with a father who had married my late mom’s secretary, Anna, and a stepbrother, Leonard. I walked away from Fiona after my secretary, Frederick, signaled I should leave immediately. "What's wrong?" I asked, unbuttoning the wrist of my shirt as I walked into the room. He bowed, closing the door behind him. "Reporters took pictures of you while dancing. I tried to pay one of them to delete the images..." "And the others?" I inquired, pulling off the shirt. "There were just two, and the second was adamant. I'm afraid, sooner or later, the pictures will be up on the internet." Reporters always found a way to mess up my life. The headlines would read: CEO Womanizer Caught Again with a Different Lady, Just as in Hong Kong, Even Though He's Betrothed to the Most Beautiful CEO of Our Time. "Make sure that doesn’t happen. I ha
Fiona's POVIt was already sunset when I stepped into the hotel, knocking on the door to Davis' room, which he opened immediately.I thought hard about what he had found out alongside what had transpired in the Brooks house. So Alexander and Sabrina had a strained relationship. Interesting!The door pushed open, and Davis leaned on it. He had no clothes on, just a towel around his waist. "Who's in with you?" I asked curiously, stretching to see.He pushed my head back with the tip of his finger. "None of your business. Wait outside, I'll be right back," he said as he slammed the door.I stamped my feet, biting my lips as I waited in the corridor. Davis was a scumbag, I thought, as I watched a man stop at a door in the lobby. I looked closer and realized it was Alexander.Swiftly, I ran to the side of the lobby, praying he hadn't seen me. It took five minutes before I walked out; he was gone."Thank goodness," I heaved a sigh. "But what was he doing here?""Who?" Davis whispered.I jum
Alexander's POVI took my suitcase and walked out of the room, leaving her lying unconscious on the bed. As I slowly closed the door behind me, I bumped into a young man in the lobby. His face was obscured by a mask and a cap, and he vanished almost as quickly as he'd appeared, giving me an uneasy feeling.I stepped into the vehicle, my thoughts drifting back to last night. I wasn’t one to devote myself to any woman—just sex and nothing else—but why did I linger this morning?I woke up two hours after we both fell asleep, staring at her peaceful face and stroking her hair for a few minutes. Why am I bothered? Sooner or later, she’ll leave just like the others did."Sir, are you okay?" Frederick asked from behind the wheel as he swerved into the next street."I am. What did Mr. Ethan say?""He insisted that you face the reporters. That's the only way to gain the people's trust. No one will get their food commodities from a company with bad leadership."I scoffed. "Bad leadership? The b
Fiona's POV"Why did you do that?" My voice echoed through the corners of my room as I bit my lips and stamped my cold feet.If there was one thing I could always figure out, it was the person who hurt Alexander. It had to be Davis, and Mister must have put him up to it."That's the only way to keep him away from the company, at least for now," the line cracked, but his voice came back. "If he discovers the truth, I'll be ousted. He needs to stay out while I fix things."I scoffed. "What if he died? Everything I've worked for would have died too.""At least he didn't.""I can't believe you. Get off my phone," I yelled, hanging up and grabbing my coat."Who was that?" Isabella asked, leaning on the door frame, munching a crispy snack.I froze for a moment before finding the right words. "Just someone.""Hmm, someone I don't know?""Someone you shouldn't know," I said, kissing her on the cheek and heading out.The cold walk down the street made my legs tremble. I stepped into the taxi t
Alexander's POVThe clicks of the cameras sounded in my ears as I walked into the hall. The reporters sat waiting, undoubtedly with a thousand questions in their heads, waiting for the right time to pour them out.Upon seeing my appearance, they all stood up with applause.I sat on the podium, opened a bottle of water, and took a long drink while the cameras captured every single moment."Please sit," I requested, and they immediately did."Good day, great people of London. I'm Alexander Brooks, CEO of the Brooks Company, the number one food company in all of Europe," I paused for a brief moment. "Well, it happens, especially when someone new and young takes over a century-old company. I mean, who wouldn't be?" I laughed, and they did too."With sincerity," I continued, "I would love to call back all board members and resell their shares back to them if they are willing."A loud applause erupted again."And I sincerely apologize for causing you a lot..." I didn't get the chance to fin
Fiona's POVMy hands trembled as I dialed the number again, clasping my palms over my mouth and mumbling words I couldn't understand. For the fifth time, I pressed the dial button, praying that someone would pick up. Fortunately, someone did."Hey, Davis. Are you okay? Are you there?" I cried, watching the taxi driver hand me a tissue."So you know how to cry?" His weak voice echoed in my ears, and I felt a bit of relief."Why did Mister do that? Don't tell me you wanted to sell us out for money.""I'm in pain right now after consuming poison. Mister is crazy. Can't believe he did that just to shut me up. Thank God he did; otherwise, you would have been in big trouble.""You jerk!"He laughed over the phone, then let out a painful moan. "You're back.""I have a meeting right now. Lie low," I whispered, hanging up the call.We arrived at the Brooks House, and I got out, handing the driver a note. "Thanks for the tissue," I said, wiping the tears from my face.Davis was not a close frie