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Chapter 122 – Jet Black Vengeance
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My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynecologist Chapter 123 – The Collection
StacyI didn’t knock.I didn’t hesitate.I slammed the front door open with a good hard kick and strode into the villa like I owned the fucking deed.Marble floors. Glass walls. Designer furniture that screamed money without taste.Figures.Madison was the first to see me.She stumbled out of the kitchen topless and wearing nothing but a bikini bottom and a sheer beach robe, pair of oversized sunglasses, tan lines too sharp and pupils too wide. Her jaw dropped when she saw me.“Oh my God, Stacy,” she gasped, grinning. “You came all the way here for me?”She launched herself forward like I was some kind of romantic grand gesture.I caught her by the wrists, twisted them together in one hand, and shoved her off with enough force to make her stumble.“Don’t fucking touch me.”Her mouth popped open, stunned. “What the hell is wrong with you?”Before I could answer, the real disease walked into the room.Tommy.Shirtless, sweaty, eyes glassy with whatever powder Madison had dragged back fr
My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynecologist Chapter 122 – Jet Black Vengeance
StacyI called in the kind of favor that comes with blood in the ink.Nate Ellington—CEO of a biomedical tech company so rich it made the Fortune 500 blush. We’d met at a conference years ago, bonded over scotch and surgical horror stories. I never cashed the chip he owed me.Until now.“I need your jet,” I said without preamble.“You got it,” Nate replied. “Where and how fast?”“Puerto Vallarta. Immediately.”Silence. Then, “Who do I need to bury?”“Not yet,” I said. “But keep a shovel warm.”Within two hours, I was in the back of a black Escalade headed to the airfield. My phone buzzed constantly—messages from the PI, updates from Adam, confirmation the funds were ready to wire.But my head was somewhere else.On Beth.Tied up. Terrified. Alone.And I wasn’t there.I stared out the tinted window, jaw clenched so tight I could feel the echo of it in my temples.When the plane door opened, the pilot nodded. “We’ve been instructed to fly low and fast. Wheels up in five.”Good. Because
My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynecologist Chapter 121 – The Room
BethThe room was dim, but not dark.A single bulb swung overhead, casting shadows that shifted with every breath I took. My wrists were bound behind the back of a chair—tight enough to bite into skin, not tight enough to make me bleed. Ankles strapped to the legs with zip ties. My mouth was dry, but I wasn’t gagged. That would’ve made it too easy for them to forget I was still a person.I wasn’t sure how long I’d been here.Time felt slippery.I remembered the sidewalk. The bench. Levi’s voice in my head telling me to wait there.And then—The car. The hands. The missing shoe. A voice shouting. Asphalt scraping my knee. My phone—gone.Now this.Now them.Three men.Two near the door, flanking it like discount bouncers. The third—older, rougher, with a voice decayed from cigarette smoke and a suit that didn’t quite fit—was pacing with a phone to his ear.I didn’t know his name at first.But then he said it.“Mick.”My stomach turned.Whoever he was talking to… I didn’t have to guess.
My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynecologist Chapter 120 – Liquidation
StacyThe market had barely opened when I started gutting my portfolio.Blue chips. Index funds. Long-term dividends. All of it—sold.Not because I couldn’t afford the price tag.Because I didn’t have time to wait for polite transfers and slow-moving banks.The bastard gave me forty-eight hours.And if I wanted Beth breathing at the end of it, I had to move faster than the system was built to allow.I sat at the kitchen table with my laptop, two phones, and a black leather binder I hadn’t opened in years—the emergency playbook. Asset breakdowns, contact lists, contingency codes for vault access and off-site safes. I’d built this plan for things like nuclear meltdowns, not hostage situations. But at this point, what was the difference?Click.Another trade executed.Another chunk of safety turned to usable capital.The numbers on the screen weren’t the problem—I had enough. More than enough. Between the properties, the trust fund my parents left me, and the practice itself, I could buy
My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynecologist Chapter 119 – The Offer
StacyThe sharp ring of my phone nearly sent me out of the chair.I jolted upright, heart hammering, breath ragged. My head throbbed like a drumline was marching behind my eyes, and for a second, I couldn’t even place where I was.Kitchen.The table beneath my arms was sticky with sweat and condensation from a glass that had tipped on its side. Beside it, the bottle—whiskey. Nearly gone. A faint amber halo still swirled at the bottom like it was mocking me.I didn’t remember pouring the glass.Hell, I didn’t remember finishing the bottle.But there it was. Evidence of a night I’d spent trying to drink away panic. And failing.The phone buzzed again, closer now. I fumbled for it, still blinking the bleariness from my vision. I didn’t even look at the screen before answering. My mouth was dry, lips cracked.“Yeah?”A pause.
My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynecologist Chapter 118 – Frantic
StacyThe call came in just after six. I was halfway through organizing a patient’s test results when Levi’s name flashed across my phone.The minute I saw his name, I knew something was wrong. He never called me during work hours—he texted. Sent check-ins. Confirmations. Quiet updates. Not calls.I answered instantly. “Talk.”“She’s gone.”The words hit me like a punch to the ribs.“What do you mean&mda
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