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All Chapters of Your Lips to Mine #4: The Billionaire's Heartbeat: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4
4 Chapters
Heartbeat 1 - The Heart of the Matter
Your Lips to Mine #4: The Billionaire's Heartbeat/Miss Amateur
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 was on
Last Updated : 2024-12-14Heartbeat 2 - Uncharted Territory
Your Lips to Mine #4: The Billionaire's Heartbeat/Miss Amateur
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 not to b
Last Updated : 2024-12-14Heartbeat 3 - The Battle Within
Your Lips to Mine #4: The Billionaire's Heartbeat/Miss Amateur
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 arrh
Last Updated : 2024-12-14Heartbeat 4 - The Walls We Build
Your Lips to Mine #4: The Billionaire's Heartbeat/Miss Amateur
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 lov
Last Updated : 2024-12-14
