Chapter six .Isabella traced the fading bruises on her sister's arm where the IV had been, careful not to disturb the fresh needle site. The steady beep of the heart monitor had become oddly comforting over the past weeks – each tone a reminder that Josephine was still fighting."The treatment is showing remarkable results," Dr. Martinez said, checking the charts at the foot of the bed. "Her numbers have improved significantly since we started. Whatever you did to get the funding, Ms. Taylor, it saved your sister's life."Isabella's throat tightened. If only the doctor knew the true cost of that miracle."Does this mean I can finally get decent hospital food?" Josephine's weak voice spoke. "No offense, Doc, but that green jello should be classified as cruel and unusual punishment."Dr. Martinez chuckled. "I'll see what I can do about upgrading your menu. But remember—""Small portions, nothing too heavy," Josephine finished with an eye roll. "I know the drill."After the doctor left,
Chapter one"Ma'am, I demand to speak to your superior immediately!" The man's voice boomed across the lobby, drawing curious glances from other guests. Isabella Taylor, Guest Relations Coordinator at the Elysian Grand Hotel, maintained her composure despite the anger radiating from the red-faced gentleman before her."I understand your frustration, Mr. Hawthorne," Isabella replied. "I assure you, we're doing everything in our power to resolve the issue with your reservation."Mr. Hawthorne sneered. "This is unacceptable! Do you know who I am? I could buy this entire hotel chain with my pocket change!"Isabella took a deep breath, reminding herself of the bills piling up at home, of Josephine's medical expenses. She needed this job. "Sir, I apologize for the inconvenience. If you could just give me a moment—""Rubbish!" Mr. Hawthorne spat. "Your incompetence is astounding. I'll have your job for this!"Something inside Isabella snapped. "Mr. Hawthorne. I've been nothing but patient an
Chapter two"You're Veritas," Alexander breathed out.Isabella's heart hammered against her ribs. She forced a laugh, adjusting her glasses. "Me? Veritas? You must be joking. I'm just an employee here."Alexander smirked and leaned closer. "An employee who hangs priceless artwork after hours? Try again, sweetheart.""Don't call me that," Isabella snapped, her fingers tightening on the canvas. "And yes, an employee. The new curator asked me to hang this piece.""Then let's go ask the curator, shall we?" Alexander's hand shot out and gripped her wrist. "I'm sure they'd love to hear about their after-hours art handler."Isabella jerked away, her skin burning where he'd touched her. "That won't be necessary.""Alexander's phone buzzed in his pocket. He ignored it, his gaze not leaving Isabella's face. "Oh, but I insist." He stepped closer, blocking her path to the stairsThe phone rang again but more insistent this time. With an growl he fished it out. "What?" he barked into the receiver.
Chapter threeThe PropositionBeep!Beep!The sound of the heart monitor echoed through the silent hospital room. Isabella traced her finger along Josephine's pale hand. Her sister's chest rose and fell in shallow breaths.Dr. Martinez's words from earlier thundered in Isabella's head. "Advanced stage lymphoma... aggressive treatment required immediately... experimental therapy might be our only option...Ms. Taylor. Your sister's condition could deteriorate rapidly without intervention." Each word had been another nail in her coffin of hope. The final blow: "We're looking at roughly half a million dollars for the complete treatment protocol."Isabella pressed her eyes shut, but the number still blazed behind her eyelids. More money than she'd make in five years at the hotel.A tear splashed onto their joined hands. Isabella quickly wiped it away. Crying wouldn't pay the bills. Neither would her pathetic savings account or her salary as a Guest Relations Coordinator.She leaned down, pr
Chapter four"This is completely unacceptable," Alexander's voice rang through the boardroom. "We can't just sell off the Miami property. That hotel has been with us for twenty years."Board members shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Mr. Thompson cleared his throat. "With all due respect, Mr. Elysian, the numbers don't lie. That property is bleeding money."Alexander's jaw tightened as he scanned the faces of the board members. Not a single sympathetic glance met his gaze. He had spent weeks preparing this expansion proposal, and now they were dismissing it without proper consideration."If we just renovate-" Alexander started."We've heard enough," Mrs. Chen interrupted, gathering her papers. "The board has made its decision."One by one, the board members filed out, avoiding his gaze. Alexander remained frozen in place, his prepared presentation still unopened on his laptop.As the last member filed out, slow clapping echoed through the room. Nathan emerged from the corner where