The Billionaire Baseball Star's Regret
Two years ago, Carrie Lowe was a dedicated sports doctor whose life was ruined in a single night. After discovering her husband was cheating, she impulsively kissed the famous athlete and billionaire Jake Slater at a club to get back at him. Instead of being a gentleman, Jake went on national television and branded her a "desperate groupie" who was an embarrassment to her profession. This public shaming caused Carrie to lose her job and her reputation, forcing her to flee to Europe to rebuild her life under a new name and a cold, professional mask.
Now, Carrie has returned to Los Angeles as Dr. Carrie Vance, an elite specialist that every top athlete is dying to work with. Meanwhile, Jake is facing a career-ending injury and a group of greedy investors trying to steal his sports agency. When he comes to her clinic for help, he has no idea that the brilliant doctor in front of him is the same woman he once humiliated. Desperate to prove to his board members that he is stable and in control, Jake offers Carrie five million dollars to pretend to be his devoted partner for a year.
Carrie takes the deal, but her true goal isn't the money; it's the chance to get close enough to watch Jake lose everything. By stepping into his world as his private doctor, she gains total power over his recovery and his public image. However, as they navigate high-stakes galas and intense private sessions, the fake relationship starts to feel dangerously real. Carrie must eventually decide if she will follow through with her plan to destroy the man who crushed her, or if the growing spark between them is worth risking her heart all over again.
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Chapter: Chapter 5: The Glass ArmorCarrieHis hands were a fever.I could feel the heat of them through the thin cotton of my scrubs, his fingers dragging a slow, heavy line from my waist to the small of my back. The scent of the sandalwood oil was suffocating, thick and sweet in the dim light of the room. In that moment, Jake wasn't just another patient anymore. He was a 6 foot plus embodiment of immense pleasure that I couldn’t get enough of. He pinned me against the edge of the treatment table, the cold metal biting into my hips."Carrie," he whispered, his warm breath smelling of Irish whiskey . "Give into me, stop holding back." He said. He pulled me closer, his chest a solid, thudding wall against mine. I should have pushed him away. I should have resisted with every fibre of my being, but my will power betrayed me. My hands were tangled in the dark silk of his hair, my heart a frantic bird trapped in my ribs. When he kissed me, it sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t help but wonder to myself, how could one m
Last Updated: 2026-04-03
Chapter: Chapter 4: The Art Of CouplingDr. Carrie VanceThe interior of Jake’s matte-black SUV was a tomb of high-end leather and cold technology. The engine purred with a low-frequency hum that I could feel in the soles of my feet as I navigated the winding, darkened streets of the Hollywood Hills.Jake was a silent weight in the passenger seat. He had his head back against the headrest, his eyes closed, his jaw so tight I could see the muscle jumping in his cheek. He looked like a man trying to outrun his own shadow.I flicked my eyes toward the rearview mirror, checking for the silver sedan from the garage. Nothing but the red glow of taillights and the hazy L.A. fog."Where’s your driver, Jake?" I asked, breaking the oppressive silence. "A man with a multi-million-dollar leg usually doesn't leave his transportation to chance."He didn't open his eyes. "I fired him.""You fired him? Tonight?""Two days ago," he rasped. "Every time he looked at me in the mirror, I could see it. That pathetic, wet-dog look. Pity. I don't
Last Updated: 2026-04-03
Chapter: Chapter 3: The First TouchDr. Carrie VanceThe clinic was silent—the kind of heavy, pressurized quiet that only exists in buildings designed to keep the world out. It was 8:00 PM. The staff had gone home, and my luxurious office space was enveloped in pin drop silence. I should have been home. I should have been sipping a glass of chilled white wine in my quiet apartment, celebrating the fact that I finally had the lion in my cage. Instead, I was standing in the dim light of Therapy Room Three, staring at the padded table where Jake Slater would soon be lying.I hadn't expected him to show up tonight. I’d told him, two weeks. It was a test, a way to see how much of the "Legend" was left under the desperation.He had lasted exactly six hours.The elevator chimed down the hall. And in a matter of seconds, I was face to face with Jake Slater again. He was exhausted. Good. An exhausted man was a man who let his guard down. I straightened my white coat, checked my reflection in the polished steel of a cryo-tank, a
Last Updated: 2026-04-03
Chapter: Chapter 2: The Miracle WorkerDr. Carrie VanceThe air in the Vance Sports Performance & Recovery Clinic didn't smell of medicine like your average hospital. There was no scent of industrial bleach or the stale, metallic tang of sickness. Instead, it smelled of lavender and top Italian leather. And the best part of it, it all belonged to me. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of my private office on the thirty-fourth floor, looking out at the sprawling, hazy grid of Los Angeles. Two years ago, I had fled this city in the back of a taxi, a ruined woman with blood on her knees and a name that had been dragged through the digital mud. Today, my name was etched into the frosted glass of the most exclusive clinic on the West Coast.But it wasn't the name I was born with."Dr. Vance?"I didn't turn around. I kept my gaze fixed on the traffic crawling along the 405. "Yes, Sarah?""The 10:00 AM is settled in the hydro-suite. And your 11:30 just called to confirm. It’s the quarterback for the Rams." Sarah paused, h
Last Updated: 2026-04-03
Chapter: Chapter 1: #cancelledCarrie LoweThe emerald silk of my dress felt like a second skin, but a skin that didn't belong to me. It was too tight, too expensive, and far too loud for a woman who spent fourteen hours a day in surgical scrubs and orthopedic clinics. I had saved for three months to buy it, skipping lunches and taking double shifts at the hospital just to look like I belonged in Mark’s world for one night.It was our third anniversary. Three years of being the secret behind the man. Three years of massaging his hamstrings after every workout, researching his competitors, and making sure his protein shakes were exactly the right consistency. I was the "lucky charm" of Mark Sterling, the man everyone in Los Angeles predicted would be the next great sports scout for the major leagues.But tonight, I wasn't just his lucky charm. I was his wife. And I was done being a secret.The Diamond Club was a fortress of glass and steel rising out of the heart of L.A. It was the kind of place where the air-condit
Last Updated: 2026-04-03
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