Maya's povJenny stands next to me as I type away at the keys. I look at her briefly, the ever-perfect appearance she has still intact. Her edges are styled to perfection, and her brown lips are covered in gloss. Her skin is clear and has no pimples or blemishes unlike mine. I return my focus to the computer before logging out.“Where are you going?” She asks when I stand grabbing all the research I was able to sneak out and do.“Uh, to finish my rounds it's almost five.”She huffs, folding her arms over her chest. “Fine, can I come drop you off ?”I halt in my tracks Cassian's warning flashing. “No, no I'll be fine thank you.”I ran off before she could ask more questions that I clearly couldn't answer. The time ticks by as I try to go through the charts I was assigned today, someone will be here to pick me up within minutes and I'm not done.“I can't believe it's five thirty already,” someone says, my heart plummets to my stomach and I look at my watch. Shit.I don't even change ou
Cassian's pov The phone vibrates on the dashboard, Holden's name flashing on the screen. I answer on speaker, already anticipating his usual updates.“I'm already on my way,” I speak before he can say anything.“We're being attacked — fuck,” he says, his voice pitched. Gunshots ring in the background. “What?”“Get here now.”“Where's Maya?” I ask, accelerating the car. “Aaaah, fuck.”The call disconnects and I clutch the steering wheel tighter till my knuckles turn white. The city blurs past, the headlights streaking in the darkness. Maya better be okay.The gate is opened, revealing a gruesome scene — the bodies of the guards lay motionless on the ground their blood staining the cement. The metallic scent of gun powder clings to the air. Heart hammering, I yank my gun from the holster running inside.“Holden,” I call, looking for the intruder. I find one of the helpers on the floor clutching her stomach. “Wait here,” I mumble running up the stairs.Holden stands there holding down
Cassian's povShe helps me on the surgical table, a bead of sweat trickling down my forehead. I can't lose my eyesight, I can't let my father's work land in someone else's hand. A shaky exhale escapes my lips, as I try to breathe through the throbbing pain in my head.The sharp pain comes again and I clutch the side of the table.“Just a minute,” she says, fear laced in her tone. Not a minute later I feel her beside me holding my head in place, but the pain is just too much.“Do something,” I groan, my voice raw and exposed.“I am, I just need you to stay still.”“Aaaaaah.” I hiss, shifting uncomfortably on the table.“Open your eyes,” she says, breathing loudly. I force them to open the fluorescent lights, making my eyes feel more painful.She presses something against my eyes, her fingers grazing my temples. “Cassian I know you're in pain but I need you to remain completely still.”“Aaa — fuck.”“You know, when I was younger I was playing in the tree house my dad built for me, I g
Cassian's pov“Sir she called someone,” Leo says, his lips pressed into a thin line. He adorns a full grey suit, that his lean body fills perfectly. His blonde hair is sleeked back making him look older than he is. “Her parents?”He nods, placing the phone on my palm. I look around the empty field where my men were standing four minutes ago.“Has everybody left?” I ask, opening the sliding doors. “Yes, and the new guards have been put in place.”“When will the new security measures be installed?”“Tomorrow.”My eyebrows furrow. “That's too late, I want them done today.”“Yes sir.”I stop just in front of my room, Maya's door slightly ajar. The need to go in and check what she is doing burns but Holden's figure appears making me reconsider.I turn off the lights, relishing the darkness that covers the room. I popped one of the pills Maya gave me, the irony of it not getting lost. I even have to depend on her to get rid of the pounding headache in my skull. I sit on the chair close to
Maya's pov His words land like a punch to the gut. Sharp and precise, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.“Yeah, that's why you appointed a nobody to fix your eyesight. Lie down, I need to perform an Intraocular Pressure Test.”He doesn't budge, the veins on his neck showing. “Now, I need to prepare for my shift tomorrow or I still can't go?” I ask, my anger simmering beneath my skin.He doesn't say anything other than lie down crossing his arms over his chest. The white shirt he wears hugs his body, showcasing the layers of muscles underneath.The air between us is charged, thick like a brewing storm. “I'm done, go rest for some hours and don't take any alcohol,” I mumble, taking out my surgical clothes.Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. My fists clench at the side as I storm down the hallway, my breath coming out in short angry bursts.Who does this man think he is?Just because he has layers of money and soldiers that are at his beck and call he thinks he can treat me
Cassian's povI nurse my bottle of scotch leaning my elbows on the railings. The cold air sweeps over my face as my eyes scan the compound. The sky is a canvas of stars, their cold glow barely touching the vast darkness covering the estate. I move my eyes to the swimming pool where a silhouette of a woman swims there in a red bikini. The blue glow from the pool makes her look ethereal — until recognition slaps. It's Maya.What the fuck?I move to where she finds a couple of men, ogling at her. I take a slow step forward and that's all it takes for them to scramble away their amusement faltering.“Get out of the pool now,” I scream, startling her. She looks up, wiping the water away from her face. “Uh.”“Don't make me repeat myself.”“No,” she says, her gaze sharp. I shake my head, not believing the nerve of this girl.I move without thinking, my fingers circling her wrist. The moment our skin touches heat jolts through my body. With a sharp tug, I pull her up. She gasps, her body sl
Maya's pov “Ugh, why won't this stupid damn thing come off,” I grunt, tugging the necklace harder. I claw at it, trying to find a seam or clasp but there's none. How did Cassian even get this on me?Frustrated, I stand, barging out of the door to make him take it off my neck. The house is quiet, confirming everybody has left. I descend the stairs after I see him talking with Holden near the ballroom.“I can't, they wanted to kill her,” Cassian says, thin lines covering his forehead.“So that man was here to kill Maya,” Holden says, making my heart stop.Maya. The name echoes in my mind hollow and unfamiliar. They are talking about me. My breath hitches as I try to speak.“Someone wants to kill me?” I ask, my voice startling them. They both look at each other when they see me their shock a mirror to my own.“Maya it's not —”Cassian cuts him off, his face outraged. “What are you doing down here?”“Uh, finding out someone wants to kill me,” I answer my voice breaking. “And trying to ta
“Maya's povI grab the work-up plan, and the saline solution to replace his vitreous humor. “You see this?” I ask, dangling the solution in the air. “I was supposed to replace it with the white gel in your eye and make you see in your left eye.”His face softens. “But now, since we're lying to each other and doing things the way we want now I guess you will have to remain a mono-eyed son of a bitch,” I mutter, throwing it on the wall. It cracks falling on the floor like the shred of trust I had for him.“Why would you do that?” He asks, looking at where the solution marks on the floor.“My question exactly.”He shakes his head. “You're a child,” he says walking out the door.I laugh, wiping away my tears. “He's the child,” I mutter, picking my things from the floor.A soft knock pulls me from my thoughts. I turn to find a house staff standing hesitantly in the doorway.“Dinner is ready,” she says. “I'm not hungry.”“You must go, sir is asking for you.”I grunt nodding. I splash cold w
Cassian's povI remove the pods from my ears watching Holden's figure meander inside the house. He wears an ugly brown hood and washed-away jeans that make him look homeless.“Holden,” I call grabbing his attention. He looks up, dark circles covering his eyes.“Where have you been?” I ask my voice echoing around the house. He sighs touching his temples. “Why are you being so loud?”He brushes past me and I grab his arm. The stench of alcohol wraps around him and my stomach twists. “Seriously, where have you been?”He unclutches my fingers from his arm. “Just around.”I trail his face. “Are you okay?”Something etches in his face. “When did you start caring about my well-being”“When you decided to disappear for more than three weeks,” I counter.“It doesn't matter, I'm back.”Before I can ask him more questions he moves to the stairwell climbing up. I watched him until he disappeared through the hallway.I huff rubbing my hand over my forehead. What is going on with him?I look throu
Maya's povI scrub my hands smiling through the enclosed space. I never thought I'd be back here.“Mrs Sanchez,” Dr Ben calls, sliding to the tap next to me. I look at him briefly before focusing my attention on the operating room — it's beautiful.Tools are arranged properly in basins, minimal fluorescent lighting, and nurses surround the patient. It's like heaven on earth.“Mrs Sanchez,” he repeats his voice, breaking through my thoughts. “Uh, did you say something?”We walk inside the scrub nurses helping us with the surgical clothes. “I asked if you prepared for the surgery.”I nod standing across from him. “Then tell me what it's about.”“We are performing a coronary artery bypass grafting, to restore blood flow to the blocked artery with the vessel we take from the patients leg.”“Okay, so what is the first step?” He asks, his piercing blue eyes pinning me in place.I clear my throat. “You make an incision on the chest.”He glares at me. “The median sternotomy, then you split th
Maya's povDear Maya Isabelle Sanchez,I am glad to inform you that you have received a position back at Mercy Grace Hospital as a resident. After reviewing your case file and after much discussion with the board, we have concluded that your termination was unwarranted. You are a talented surgeon and one mistake should not shape your whole career. We would be honored to have you return and work for us so that we can nurture you into the fine surgeon you've always wanted to become.Chief Surgeon,Xavier McKinney.”I re-read the email again my hands trembling.“Am I dreaming?” I chuckle softly, overwhelmed in disbelief.Do they want me back?They want me back.I clutch my phone tightly and for a split second I almost run to show my parents but I remember they don't know the predicament that I was in.What I lost. What I gave up on.But that doesn't matter anymore I can be a surgeon again.Cassian.I shake my head.“No, he is yesterday's news.”This is a second chance to get what I want
Cassian's povIt's been a week since Holden vanished, a week since I forced Maya out of my life. I push down the heavy feeling looking at one of the guards.“Any sign of Holden?”“Not yet sir.”I huff looking at the plans on the table just as Leo steps in a smirk on his lips.“Did you do it?” I ask the sound of the lawn being trimmed filling the space. I look at the Gardner who mindlessly goes back and forth and I scowl.“He was very eager to hire her back.”Good.“I hope you cleared anything that can lead back to us.”He smiles. “Of course.”The silence stretches before I speak again. “How much money did you offer them?”“One hundred million.”I nod something crossing my chest. I wonder what Maya would think if she found out about this.“I thought you wanted her as far away as possible?” He asks and my chest tightens.“She will just get her job back, I'm not planning on getting her back in my life.”Not even if it will kill me.He nods, stepping beside me. His eyes scan the plan unce
Maya's povI take some of the money from my purse and hand it to the cab driver. I get off a heavy weight settling in my chest. He takes my things outside the house a beaming smile on his lips. I inhale sharply, willing my legs to move forward.What was I thinking about coming here?The house is nestled just at the edge of the farm town. The red brick house stands with quiet charm, wrapped in the scent of earth and wildflowers. The brick walls, weathered by sun and rain, held stories of simpler times, while a rust-red tin roof glinted in the afternoon light. A white picket fence framed the tiny garden out front, where tomatoes, sunflowers, and mint grow side by side. Smoke curls lazily from the stone chimney, and chickens clucked softly in the nearby coop.I knock on the door and it opens almost immediately. Mum stands there with an apron tied around her waist. She holds a china in one hand and a tablecloth in the other. Her eyes widen when she sees me. “Maya, what are you doing here
Cassian's povI take in sharp breaths trying to stop the ache in my chest but nothing helps. I feel like I'm being torn apart piece by piece. My fingers are trembling not trying to turn the doorknob and chase after her.Tell her how much I love her and I was just being a stupid jerk like always. But I can't, I have to put her safety first.There will always be a Roxanne somewhere in my life and her being next to me is a target.“Is she gone?” I ask when Leo enters his hands on his back.“Yes.”I nod my eyes glued to the table like it has the answers to all of my problems. “Is that all?” I ask when I still feel his presence.He clears his throat, placing a piece of paper on my desk. “What is this?” I ask my brows furrowed.“The paternity test,” he answers, making my heart stop. I sit up straight. I totally forgot about this.I unseal it, my fingers digging inside the papers with force. My fingers trail the words hurriedly and there it is. Fifty percent positive.Uterine half-siblings.
Maya's povI look at the claer front doors of the hospital remembering how excited I was to work here. How happy I was that a local town girl had gotten a chance to work for a big-time hospital in Los Angeles. Now I have nothing.Absolutely nothing.Not even Cassian.I walk through the door the acrid smell of antiseptic feeling like a taste of deja vu. The beeping of monitors, the slow cry of patients, and the distant murmurs around the waiting room wrap around me like a soft blanket on a cold night.I exhale giving myself a few seconds to take it all in.God I didn't even know how much I missed this place. I'm assigned an empty bed in the clinic and my fingers are twitching at the hem of my sundress wondering who will come to see me.The curtain slides open and Dr.Ben with a team of residents stands beside him eagerly. “Maya,” he calls surprised. I pull on a small smile looking at the interns.They've probably heard the rumors about me already.“Can you excuse us,” he says, shooing t
Cassian's povI roll on the bed the soft glow of the morning sun bouncing over my face. Maya is safely cradled between my legs her breathing coming out in slow even breathsThe previous nights escapades burn and I feel my crotch twitch. Sex when you have feelings for the other person is ten times better than when you don't.I rub her back softly just as the door pushes open slightly and Holden comes in holding a tray of food. It clutters to the floor when our eyes meet.My heart plummets to my stomach. He looks at Maya who stires for a while before drifting back to sleep. He walks out and I push Maya aside grabbing a sheet from the bed and draping it over my waist.I skip the mug of spilled tea and pancakes following after him.“Holden wait,” I call. He stops tears already streaming down his face.“How could you?” He asks his voice thick with emotions. “After I told you I loved her,” he continues.“You went behind my back and slept with her.”The words slap into my face and no words
Maya's pov**Explicit content ahead**“Excuse me?” I ask, not believing my ears. After all we've been through.He looks at me his gaze softening. “All those times I asked you to let me go because I felt safe we're reason enough.”I shake my head. “Now you have the decency to do it?”He looks away and I swallow the lump in my throat. “I'm selfish.”“I was selfish,” he corrects.“Look at me,” I scream tears rolling down my face. “You don't care about my safety,” I deadpan.“You are just worried that this — whatever is happening between us is turning into something and you can't handle it.”He rakes his hand over his hair. “Maya.”“If you're not going to tell me how you're feeling then don't bother.”He sits in the bed and it dips slightly. “I'm scared, I don't think I have ever felt like this,” he says, his voice low and vulnerable.“It's okay,” I whisper.“It's not,” he protests. “You deserve someone who can love you wholeheartedly.”“And you're not that person?” I ask the question fe