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Your Lips to Mine #4: The Billionaire's Heartbeat Heartbeat 87
The sound of baby laughter filled the room, a sound that still had the power to make my heart flutter. Our son, Noah, was sprawled out on the blanket we had set up on the floor, surrounded by colorful toys that I’d picked out, each one carefully chosen with his future in mind. Every moment with him felt like an awakening, a deep-rooted understanding that nothing could matter more than this life we were building. James was sitting across from me, his laptop open, fingers flying across the keys. Even now, after everything we’d been through, after the whirlwind of pregnancy and parenthood, he remained the tireless, driven man I’d always admired. His mind never stopped working, always calculating, always strategizing for the future. But there was a softness to him now, a tenderness that made it clear that no matter how much he worked, Noah and I were always his priority. I watched him for a moment, taking in the way the sunlight filtered through the windows, casting golden hues across t
Last Updated : 2024-12-22Your Lips to Mine #4: The Billionaire's Heartbeat Heartbeat 88
There are moments in life when time feels like it stands still—when everything falls into place, and the weight of the past fades into the background, leaving only the present. As I stood in the quiet of our living room, watching Noah play on the floor, I realized that this was one of those moments. The world around us, the worries, the challenges, the sleepless nights, had all brought us here—together, as a family. And I wouldn’t change a thing. James was beside me, a rare moment of stillness between us, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator and Noah’s giggles. He had always been the one to take charge, to handle things, to drive forward. But now, watching him sit beside me as a father, I saw the softness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. The way he looked at Noah, with such love and tenderness, made my heart swell. "You know," he said softly, breaking the silence, "I never imagined this—this life we’ve built, this family. It’s everything I never knew I needed."
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I’ve always believed that medicine was more than just a profession. It’s a calling—a responsibility to those who trust us with their lives. But somewhere along the way, I realized that my own life had become a series of calculated decisions, each one made with the singular purpose of mastering my craft. I’d trained for this. I’d sacrificed for this. There was no room for anything else—no time for love, no space for relationships. My patients were my focus, my priority. Always. “Olivia, there you are.” I looked up from my notes, catching sight of Dr. Adrian Wu standing in the doorway of the cardiology break room. He had an easy smile, the kind that made most people feel like they had known him for years after just a few minutes of conversation. I supposed that was why his patients adored him—he had that rare gift of empathy, the kind that could put someone at ease even in the face of a life-threatening condition. “Good morning, Adrian,” I replied, my tone neutral, but polite. He w
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I hadn’t expected him to walk into my office looking like he owned the world—then again, I should’ve. After all, James Hawke was a billionaire tech mogul. If there was anyone who was used to having the world at his feet, it was him. “Dr. Matthews?” His voice was smooth, confident, with just a hint of arrogance that seemed to hang in the air, like a perfume I wasn’t sure I wanted to breathe in. I stood up from my desk, offering my hand in a professional greeting, but I could tell from the moment his sharp eyes landed on me that he wasn’t interested in pleasantries. He looked at me with a mix of curiosity and annoyance—as though he had already made up his mind about me, despite knowing nothing about who I was or what I did. “Mr. Hawke,” I said, keeping my tone steady and neutral. “I’m Dr. Olivia Matthews. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He shook my hand, his grip firm but not overpowering, and his eyes locked onto mine. There was an intensity to his gaze, but I’d learned long ago n
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The room felt quieter after James left my office. It was a silence that spoke volumes—an unsettling quiet that always followed after a confrontation. But this wasn’t the first time I’d clashed with a patient who thought they could outrun their own body. It wasn’t the first time I had to put someone like James Hawke in their place, reminding them that they weren’t invincible. The truth is, I’d seen it all before: successful people who thought their wealth or power could shield them from the one thing they couldn’t control—illness. They acted as though they were above the rules of nature, above the frailty that comes with being human. But it didn’t matter how much money or influence they had. When the body broke down, it broke down. James didn’t realize it yet, but that’s exactly what was happening to him. I stared at the reports on my desk, the results of his initial screenings and blood work. His heart was weaker than it should have been for a man his age—already showing signs of
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I’ve always believed that being a doctor is more than just a career—it’s a calling, a responsibility that consumes you in ways most people don’t understand. It’s not just the long hours or the late nights. It’s the emotional toll, the way you pour yourself into others without expecting anything in return. The patients are what matter, not you. And that’s how I’ve lived my life—always putting others first, always keeping my emotions at bay. But sometimes, the walls we build around ourselves are made of more than just logic and duty. They’re shaped by past experiences—hurt, loss, and the things we wish we could forget but can never quite escape. I’d never been one for personal relationships. I’d always told myself that love, affection, and connection were distractions, things I didn’t need, things that would only get in the way of what I truly cared about. My career. Saving lives. Fixing broken hearts, both literally and figuratively. There was no room for anything else. No room for
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The sterile scent of the hospital room never bothered me. It was just a reminder of what we did here, what we had to do. Saving lives, fixing hearts—literal and metaphorical. But today, it felt different. Today, the room seemed colder, more suffocating than usual. James Hawke was sitting on the bed, his eyes fixed on the clipboard I held in my hand. The tension between us had grown over the last few days, as if every word I spoke seemed to push him further into his stubborn shell. He didn’t like me. That much was clear. He didn’t like being told what to do, especially not by someone who, in his eyes, was just another doctor. Just another person telling him what to do with his life. And the thing that irritated me the most was how much that bothered me. I set the clipboard down on the counter and crossed my arms. "Mr. Hawke, I’ve reviewed your test results. Your condition is more serious than you’re willing to admit. You’re going to need surgery." His eyes flicked to me, and I coul
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It was late in the evening when the nurse paged me about James Hawke. A slight complication, she had said—a dip in his blood pressure, mild discomfort in his chest. It wasn’t critical, but they thought I should check in on him. I didn’t argue. By the time I reached his room, the lights had been dimmed. The soft hum of the heart monitor filled the space, its steady beeping oddly comforting in the silence. James was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, dressed in a loose T-shirt and sweatpants, a stark contrast to the sharp suits he usually wore. His head was bowed, hands clasped together as if in prayer, though I doubted James Hawke was the praying type. He didn’t look up when I entered. “Mr. Hawke,” I said gently, stepping into the room. He flinched slightly, as though he hadn’t heard me come in. Slowly, he raised his head, and for the first time since I’d met him, I saw something in his eyes that wasn’t defiance or arrogance. It was fear. I pulled a chair closer to him, sett
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There are moments in life when time feels like it stands still—when everything falls into place, and the weight of the past fades into the background, leaving only the present. As I stood in the quiet of our living room, watching Noah play on the floor, I realized that this was one of those moments. The world around us, the worries, the challenges, the sleepless nights, had all brought us here—together, as a family. And I wouldn’t change a thing. James was beside me, a rare moment of stillness between us, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator and Noah’s giggles. He had always been the one to take charge, to handle things, to drive forward. But now, watching him sit beside me as a father, I saw the softness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. The way he looked at Noah, with such love and tenderness, made my heart swell. "You know," he said softly, breaking the silence, "I never imagined this—this life we’ve built, this family. It’s everything I never knew I needed."
Your Lips to Mine #4: The Billionaire's Heartbeat Heartbeat 87
The sound of baby laughter filled the room, a sound that still had the power to make my heart flutter. Our son, Noah, was sprawled out on the blanket we had set up on the floor, surrounded by colorful toys that I’d picked out, each one carefully chosen with his future in mind. Every moment with him felt like an awakening, a deep-rooted understanding that nothing could matter more than this life we were building. James was sitting across from me, his laptop open, fingers flying across the keys. Even now, after everything we’d been through, after the whirlwind of pregnancy and parenthood, he remained the tireless, driven man I’d always admired. His mind never stopped working, always calculating, always strategizing for the future. But there was a softness to him now, a tenderness that made it clear that no matter how much he worked, Noah and I were always his priority. I watched him for a moment, taking in the way the sunlight filtered through the windows, casting golden hues across t
Your Lips to Mine #4: The Billionaire's Heartbeat Heartbeat 86
The room was quiet except for the steady beep of the machines and the soft rustle of nurses moving in and out. The air was thick with anticipation, but there was something else in the atmosphere—something undeniable. Something raw. I was here, in this hospital room, about to give birth to the child James and I had been dreaming about for months. The excitement, the fear, the overwhelming love—it all felt like a rush, crashing over me in waves I could barely catch. The contractions had started in the early hours of the morning, slow and spaced out, but now they were coming faster, harder. And I couldn’t stop shaking. James was right by my side, holding my hand, his presence anchoring me to the present. His face was calm, but I knew him better than anyone. I could see the tension in his jaw, the worry in his eyes. He wanted so desperately to ease my pain, to make everything easier for me, but there was nothing he could do but be here with me. And that was enough. His support was all I
Your Lips to Mine #4: The Billionaire's Heartbeat Heartbeat 85
The moment I found out I was pregnant, everything changed. It wasn’t just the obvious shift—the growing belly, the endless discussions about baby names and nurseries—but something deeper, something I hadn’t expected. It was a part of me, a quiet, underlying uncertainty that started to swell within me. The excitement, of course, was there. The joy of knowing that James and I were about to bring a new life into the world was almost overwhelming. But alongside that joy, there were fears—silent whispers in the back of my mind that I couldn’t ignore, no matter how hard I tried. Would I be a good mom? Could I balance this new responsibility with my career? Would I lose the part of myself that I had worked so hard to build, the part that had always been me—Olivia, the woman who prided herself on independence and strength? As I stood in front of the mirror one night, my hands gently resting on my rounded belly, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the questions pressing against me. I had
Your Lips to Mine #4: The Billionaire's Heartbeat Heartbeat 84
The first thing I noticed when I woke up that morning was the overwhelming sense of change. The air in our house felt different. It wasn’t just the morning light creeping in through the curtains or the quiet hum of the city outside. It was something else, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. But as I looked at James, still sleeping beside me, I knew it was real: we were about to become parents. I had always been independent—confident, self-assured, and, if I was being honest, a little bit selfish when it came to my time and my career. But now, my world was shifting. It wasn’t just about me anymore. It wasn’t just about James and me, either. There was a little person coming into our lives, and everything was about to change. I couldn’t deny the excitement, but there was also a healthy dose of fear mixed in. How would we manage the transition? How would we balance our busy careers and a newborn? What kind of parents would we be? I could hear James stir beside me, and I turned
Your Lips to Mine #4: The Billionaire's Heartbeat Heartbeat 83
I never imagined that the words "You’re pregnant" would hit me like a ton of bricks. And yet, as I sat there staring at the small white stick in my hand, the realization was slowly sinking in, each passing second heavier than the last. I was pregnant. It wasn’t just a fleeting thought or a potential future, but a very real, very present fact. And the truth was, I didn’t know how to feel about it. James was in the other room, finishing up a few things for work. The irony of it all wasn’t lost on me—here I was, trying to process the biggest news of my life, and he was buried under emails and meetings, as if his world wasn’t about to change forever too. I had wanted to tell him in a way that felt special, something we could look back on with joy, but at that moment, I didn’t even know where to start. I took a deep breath, holding the pregnancy test like it was the most fragile thing in the world. After all we had been through together—after the emotional rollercoaster of our relationsh
Your Lips to Mine #4: The Billionaire's Heartbeat Heartbeat 82
It’s funny how life can turn upside down in an instant, how everything can seem perfect one minute and the next, you're standing in the middle of chaos, trying to pick up the pieces. It wasn’t the kind of test I was expecting, but then again, is anything ever really what you expect? James and I had just started to settle into a rhythm—a rhythm where we balanced work, home life, and everything in between. After a year of marriage, we’d finally reached a place where things felt stable, where the worries that once weighed so heavily on my shoulders didn’t seem as daunting anymore. But the universe had a way of throwing curveballs when you least expected them. It started with a phone call. James was in the middle of a meeting when his phone rang. He glanced at the screen, and his face instantly went from calm to tense. I saw it immediately—his usual confidence slipping away as he stood up abruptly and stepped out of the room. I felt that familiar knot of unease settle in my stomach. So
Your Lips to Mine #4: The Billionaire's Heartbeat Heartbeat 81
It’s hard to believe that it’s been a year already. A whole year since James and I exchanged vows, promised each other forever, and started this journey together as husband and wife. Time moves quickly when you’re constantly busy, and when you’re deeply in love, but looking back, it feels like both a lifetime and a blink of an eye. This first year has been everything I imagined, and more. We’ve built a life together, not just as a couple, but as partners—personally, professionally, and emotionally. We’ve faced our fair share of challenges, but we’ve always emerged stronger. Sometimes, I still pinch myself when I realize that we’re here, living this life together, making decisions as a unit, and navigating all the complexities that come with being in a relationship like ours. I woke up this morning with the sun streaming through the curtains, and the first thought that crossed my mind was how grateful I felt. Grateful for everything we had been through and for everything we still ha
Your Lips to Mine #4: The Billionaire's Heartbeat Heartbeat 80
The flight to our honeymoon destination was nothing short of surreal. We were finally married, finally embarking on this new journey together, and the weight of everything we had experienced up until this point felt lighter than ever. It was as if the world had cleared itself, leaving behind nothing but us, the quiet hum of the plane, and the promise of a fresh start. James had been by my side through everything—every obstacle, every doubt, every tear—and now, we were heading somewhere new, somewhere just for the two of us. No responsibilities. No distractions. Just us, and the life we had ahead of us. When we landed, I could hardly contain my excitement. We were in the Maldives. The moment we stepped off the plane, the warm, tropical air hit me like a wave, and the scent of saltwater and coconut filled my lungs. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting everything in a golden glow, making it feel like we had entered some kind of paradise. The reality of the wedding st
