Ivan turned on his heel, his arm still protectively wrapped around Arisha’s shoulder as he led her away. His grip was firm, his fingers entwined with hers as they walked through the hospital corridor. The air was thick with shock, and all eyes turned to them. Nurses paused mid-step, doctors glanced up from their rounds, and patients watched from their rooms, each of them frozen in disbelief. The Ivan Anderson Suegra, heir to one of the most powerful families in the country, was walking openly, holding hands with a woman who was supposedly just a doctor.Arisha felt the weight of every gaze, her pulse quickening as whispers echoed in the hallway. She kept her eyes down, trying to steady her breath, but she could feel the intensity of the moment—this wasn’t just about Ivan’s declaration. It was about the power of his family name, and what it meant for him to walk so openly with her. She felt exposed, like the entire world was judging her for daring to walk beside him.Ivan’s expression
Seraphina’s breath came quick and shallow, her mind a whirlwind of ruthless determination. Standing there, overshadowed by Alysha’s unexpected return, her desperation sharpened to an edge that would cut through anything—and anyone—standing in her way. She refused to be a mere spectator in her own life. No, Seraphina would not be overshadowed, nor would she let her plans fall to ruins now. She had come too far, done too much to let it all slip away over Alysha’s resurrection.Her gaze shifted back to Armin, who was still watching Alysha with that unfathomable look, his eyes brimming with something that twisted painfully in Seraphina's chest. Love. Longing. She recognized it all too well, and it felt like a slap across her face, every bit of her carefully crafted future slipping just beyond her reach.But she’d never let Alysha steal Armin away. Never.Her mind snapped to the next move, a wicked clarity settling in her bones. Alysha’s real identity—her supposed “death”—was Seraphina’s
Ivan and Arisha hurried back to the ICU, their expressions shifting to alarm as they spotted Andrine pacing anxiously outside the door. Her eyes were wide, and she rushed toward them the moment they arrived. "Doctor Arisha, where have you been?" she asked, her voice laced with panic. "The machine is showing something!"Arisha’s heart leaped into her throat, and she rushed past Andrine into the room. Her eyes locked onto the monitor, and her breath hitched—Bjorn’s vital signs were dipping dangerously low, the rhythmic beeping accelerating into a frantic, urgent pace.Ivan’s face paled, his eyes darting to the screen and then to Bjorn’s still, bandaged form. “What’s happening?” he demanded, fear creeping into his voice.Arisha’s hands trembled, but she forced herself to stay focused, snapping into action. “His blood pressure is dropping,” she said quickly, her eyes scanning the various monitors and charts. “And his oxygen levels are unstable.”Andrine stood at the foot of the bed, her h
Arisha moved swiftly, her eyes never leaving the monitors as she coordinated with the nurses and doctors around her. “We need to move him to the CT scan immediately,” she commanded, her voice crisp, as she double-checked the IV lines and stabilized Bjorn’s head. “Doctor Boleyn, prep the team for neurosurgery. We don’t have time to waste.”Doctor Erica nodded, snapping into action. She glanced at the medical staff nearby, issuing quick instructions. “Prepare the transport gurney, and get anesthesia on standby for the surgery.”The team sprang into motion, and the room filled with the organized chaos of medical professionals racing against time. Andrine stood at the edge of the room, her hands gripping the railing of the bed as she watched with wide, terrified eyes. “Will he make it through?” she whispered, her voice trembling.Arisha paused, looking at Andrine with a steady gaze. “We’re doing everything we can,” she said, her voice gentle but firm. “He’s in critical condition, but we’r
Alysha Jarl sat waiting in the dimly lit luxury of her five-star hotel room, her heart a relentless, wild rhythm. This was her wedding night, though it felt like something out of a strange dream. The room—lavishly prepared with golden lights casting shadows across plush furniture and a bed adorned in layers of silk—only made her feel more alone, more aware of the fact that she was waiting for a man she had never met.Her new husband, Armin Rodriguez Suegra, was a mystery to her. She hadn’t seen him, not even in photos, yet tonight she was supposed to meet him for the first time. Their marriage was just ink on paper, a contract arranged by the Suegra and Jarl families, sealed with signatures for the sake of power, legacy, and alliance. And here she was, dressed in a gown of white lace, feeling both like a bride and a stranger in her own life.Outside, the sound of footsteps echoed down the marble hallway, growing closer.Just then, the faintest sound—a soft click—echoed through the su
The morning light filtered through the curtains, Alysha slowly opened her eyes, her body still nestled against her new husband's chest. His arm held her securely, his breathing deep and steady, lost in the depths of sleep. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath her, the warmth of his body surrounding her like a protective cocoon.Carefully, she shifted to look up at him, taking in his features for the first time in the soft morning glow. Her heart swelled with unexpected happiness. She had never anticipated her husband would be this handsome. His strong jawline, the soft waves of his hair, and the faint lines that etched his face gave him an air of mystery and maturity that she hadn’t expected. Alysha smiled, feeling a strange warmth blossom in her chest. But as her eyes lingered on him, a thought nagged at the back of her mind. He looked much older than she had imagined. She was only 18, and her husband, Armin Rodriguez, was supposed to be just five years older than h
"This man... he isn't Armin Rodriguez," Neil repeated, his voice strained, as though he were grappling with the weight of the revelation himself. Alysha’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind spinning as the world around her seemed to tilt. Everything she thought she knew, everything she had just begun to feel—now felt like it was shattering before her eyes.Her legs felt weak as the room swayed slightly, the realization hitting her with the force of a tidal wave. She glanced back at the man she thought was her husband, her body stiff with fear, confusion, and disbelief. How could this be? How could the man she shared a bed with not be her husband?Trembling, Alysha whispered, "Who... who is he, then?"Neil stood there, completely frozen, his eyes still locked on the figure lying in the bed. His mind raced as the horrifying truth settled in: the man sleeping beside Alysha was not Armin Rodriguez—it was none other than the infamous billionaire, Ivan Anderson Suegra, Armin's uncle Sueg
Neil guided Alysha through the dim hotel corridor, moving quickly but quietly, his grip on her arm firm as he pulled her along. The opulent halls of the Suegra Hotel seemed to close in on them, every shadow a potential threat, every distant sound setting their nerves on edge. The urgency in his movements told Alysha everything she needed to know—danger was closing in fast.They reached a back stairwell, and Neil pushed the door open, leading her down several flights of stairs at a near-run. Alysha’s heart raced in time with their hurried steps, her pulse a fierce drumbeat in her ears. She glanced back over her shoulder, paranoia creeping in, every thought plagued by fear that someone might already be coming for her.Once they finally burst through a side exit, cold morning air hit her face, sharp and bracing. The city was barely awake, the street eerily silent as they dashed across it, disappearing into the maze of alleys and side roads. Neil didn’t stop or slow, his grip unyielding a