“How could you do this to me, I'm your wife,” Sylvie cried out. “You were never my wife, just a means to an end,” Logan said to Sylvie without so much as a glance at her as he smoothed his lover before her face. Those words felt like cold air as Sylvie watched Logan. Sylvie Rhodes, a stunning and brilliant surgeon, is forced into a scorching hot but loveless marriage with highschool crush Logan Benson, a ruthless and arrogant billionaire in order to save her surgical residency and family’s hospital. Saving her family’s hospital wasn’t the only thing Sylvie was made to do. She was assigned to treat a patient, who unknown to her is her husband, Logan’s girlfriend. What happens when Sylvie finds out about her family and Logan’s betrayal then disappears? Will she return a changed woman ready to let the world know she is in control or will she allow herself to be trampled on? Will Logan realise he is in love with Sylvie and fight for her love. With betrayal, hidden secrets, steamy encounters, love and revenge, will Logan reclaim Sylvie's love again?
Lihat lebih banyakSYLVIE
“There is no way I'm doing this,” I stood in front of my foster mother and sister with my hands on my waist, ready to pounce on them if need be. I placed the contract marriage agreement on the table, my heart racing with anticipation and a hint of fear. The very thought of entering into a loveless marriage sent shivers down my spine.
“You act like you have a choice,” Emily, my foster sister said with a grin on her lips. This deal was made on her behalf but right now, it looks like the tide has turned.
“But I do have a choice. I am a member of this family, "I folded my arms underneath my breast, trying to appear more confident than I felt. The truth was, I had always felt like an outsider in this family, and moments like these only reinforced that feeling. I felt like I was trapped in a never-ending nightmare, with no escape from the clutches of my foster family.
“If you are a member of this family, I suggest you put on your big girl pants and do what is asked of you,” Maryann, my foster mother said. Her voice was laced with a condescending tone, one that I had grown all too familiar with over the years.
I scoffed and walked around the living room, trying to avoid their piercing gazes.". I can't believe this. I should be focused on my residency, but instead, I'm being forced into a marriage to save the family hospital.
“I want to see Dad, I want to hear what he has to say about this,” I said to both of them. They looked at themselves and Maryann shook her head.
“Richard can’t see you right now,” I scoffed at the sound of Maryann calling Dad by his first name. She has always done that, it’s part of her way of making me feel I’m not a member of this family.
“I have every right to see him. He is my father as well," I said, looking at Emily but she just rolled her eyes and cleared her throat, trying to speak.
“Dad needs his rest, you know how delicate his health is,” I shook my head in disbelief.
“This was supposed to be you,” I pointed at Emily. “You are the one that is supposed to be getting married.”
“Well, things change and you are now taking my place.”
“I won’t do it. I won’t be used as a bargaining chip to save the hospital. You can’t force me to do it," I picked up my coat and walked out of the living room.
“Don’t make me use threats, Sylvie,” I stopped walking at the sound of those words from Maryann.
I laughed a little and faced her, “What do you possibly have to threaten me with?” I asked her, shrugging my shoulders.
“You seem to forget that you’ve made a lot of mistakes and it was covered up,” I swallowed the lump that stopped at my throat.
“I was young, you shouldn’t judge me for that. Dad doesn’t," I said to her.
“That’s because he spoils you and lets you get away with your mistakes,” Maryann says and I scoff.
“Like you let Emily?” I asked and I could see her face flash in anger.
“Emily is my daughter,” she says. I tried to keep the hurt I felt in my heart from showing on my face. She does this every time she can, to make it known that I'm not her daughter, nor would I ever be her daughter.
“There is nothing you can threaten me with,” I said to her and turned around.
“What about your surgical residency,” she said and I turned back immediately.
“What about my surgical residency?” I asked, blinking my eyelashes. Unsure about what she is about to say.
“I can have you removed and your slot open for the taking. There are a lot of people who would kill to be a surgical resident at Rhodes Clinical Hospital,” she said with a smirk on her face. Emily just stood there beside Maryann with a smile on her face too.
“You can’t do this, Dad won’t let you,” I said with tears evident in my voice.
“Dad can’t help you Sylvie, take the deal and protect your residency, or don’t take the deal and say goodbye to it,” Emily’s voice filled the room.
“This is blackmail and extortion. Both of you should be arrested!” I screaméd with tears in my eyes but it didn’t seem to have any effect on them. As they both bústed into laughter at my own expense.
Being a Doctor means everything to me. Going through my surgical residency in one of the best surgical residency programs in the country is my path toward being a great Doctor one day.
Maryann and Emily have always been trying to take away any good thing that will ever happen to me and now they are trying to take away my best chance at greatness. I won’t let them win. If this marriage is the way to save my surgical residency then I guess I have no choice. The one person who is supposed to protect me from this sort of thing seems to have left me to fend for myself amid these vultures.
“I accept,” I said and their laughter ceased.
“Good, I knew you would do the right thing,” she said as she picked up the contract marriage agreement I earlier placed on the table.
“What are you doing?” I asked her.
“We are getting you married,” before I could react, I found myself inside a car and we drove out of the mansion.
“Where are we going Maryann,” I sounded agitated.
“Don’t be scared, Sylvie. You are getting married. It’s a thing of joy, cheer up,” Emily said with a smile but I could hear the sarcasm in her voice.
After what seemed like the longest time of my life, the car stopped in front of a courthouse and Maryann brisked me inside.
We got inside and my feet couldn’t move anymore. “What are you doing, people are waiting for us,” Maryann tried to move me but I didn’t.
“I can’t do this. It’s not supposed to be like this, "I cried out. I have always imagined myself getting married to the man I love and who is equally in love with me. Not getting married to a stranger in a courtroom, surrounded by people I don't know including my foster mother and sister.
“Think about what’s at stake here, Sylvie. The family’s hospital and your surgical residency. It will be a shame if everything comes crumbling down,” Maryann said.
“Finally, I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show up,” I heard a voice behind us and the hair behind my neck stood. I could recognize that voice anyway, even when asleep.
“Of course we were, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you, would I Logan,” Maryann responded to the voice behind us. My breath caught. Logan Benson. The guy who had stolen my heart in high school—and still had it.
I turned around and there he was, still looking breathtaking as usual. I couldn’t stop smiling. Maybe dreams do come through.
Logan The office was louder than usual.Phones were ringing nonstop. Voices were raised across cubicles. Fingers typed like they were chasing a deadline that didn’t exist yesterday but suddenly meant everything today. The usual soft jazz that floated from the lobby speakers, gone. Silence in the background, chaos in the foreground.You could feel the tension, thick like fog, crawling up your spine and pressing against your temples. Even the intern in charge of coffee hadn’t brewed a fresh pot in hours. That’s how serious it was.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass in my office, staring out at the city skyline. It was only 5:00 PM, but you’d think it was midnight. The sun had dipped early behind dark clouds, casting everything in gray. The streets below buzzed with cars and people going home, but none of that mattered in here. In here, we were fighting to keep the company alive.I turned back toward my desk where my laptop glowed like a warning sign. Bright red notifications blink
Sylvia Lunch hour finally rolled in, and after back-to-back meetings and checking on the renovation progress at the hospital, I was done. My stomach had been grumbling for the last twenty minutes. I checked the time and quickly pulled out my phone to call Violet after chatting a little with Logan.“Hey, are you busy?” I asked the moment she picked up.“I’m always busy,” she replied in a dramatic sigh. “But what’s up?”“Let’s go eat. Noodles. My treat.”She didn’t even hesitate. “Say less. Text me the location.”Ten minutes later, we met at our favorite noodle restaurant just a few streets away from the hospital. The smell of spice and broth hit me the moment I stepped inside, and my mouth instantly watered. I waved at Violet who was already walking from the opposite end of the street.But before we could even make it to the counter, I stopped dead in my tracks. There were men in black suits around the area. They didn't make it obvious, but I instantly recognized them.“Wait,” I sai
LoganThe office was silent, almost too silent. The only sound was the soft, steady tapping of my fingers on the keyboard. I was buried under a mountain of work, contracts, reports, budget adjustments, staff evaluations, and about fifty emails I should’ve replied to five days ago. My coffee sat forgotten by my elbow, cold as ice, but I was too focused to care. My back ached from sitting in the same position for hours, but I couldn’t afford to stop. Not yet. I needed to finish up this proposal before the day got ahead of me.I was halfway through typing a critical clause when the door to my office suddenly burst open, without so much as a knock.Startled, I looked up, fully prepared to give the person a proper scolding. But of course... only one human being had the audacity to barge in like that and wear a grin like it was a badge of honor.Victor.There he was, leaning against the doorframe, looking far too pleased with himself.“Seriously?” I snapped. “What are you doing here? And w
LoganIf someone had told me a week ago that I’d be standing at a park at night, watching Sylvia ride a merry-go-round like an excited child, I would’ve laughed.But here I was.And there she was, perched on one of those painted wooden horses, her laughter carried by the wind. Her petite body bounced gently with each rotation, her hands tightly gripping the golden pole. The ride wasn’t even fast, but the joy on her face made it feel like the whole world was spinning in that moment.She looked… free.Like someone who hadn’t been allowed to come out and play for a long time and had finally been set loose.“Logan!” she called out, waving from the horse. “Take a picture of me!”I smirked and held up my phone, pretending to take a shot, but I was too focused on memorizing the moment instead. She waved again, her red lipstick glowing under the soft park lights, her smile stretching wide and real.Eventually, the ride slowed to a stop, and she hopped off with the energy of a child coming dow
SylviaViolet was in the middle of telling me about a new hairstyle she wanted to try, something wild and curly, when my phone buzzed on the table.Logan.I smiled without meaning to, already knowing Violet had seen it from across the table.She wiggled her brows. “And there he is. Your mysterious billionaire.”“Can you behave for once? When did he become mysterious? ” I said, trying to hide the way my lips curled upward.She leaned in with a sly grin. “Is it a booty call or a coffee date?”“Violet!”She laughed so hard people turned to look at us.I picked up the phone and read the message:“Hey. Are you free to meet? There’s something I want to talk about. I’ll be at that café by 8.”I glanced at the time. 7:52 PM.“I have to go,” I said, grabbing my bag.“I knew it,” Violet smirked. “Go on, Romeo’s waiting. Don’t forget your lipstick. Men love nudes and red. But you should go for the red this evening”“I’ll call you tomorrow.”“You better.”The air was cooler now as I stepped out o
Sylvia The smell of fresh paint still clung stubbornly to my clothes, mixing with the faint scent of antiseptic and dust that always seemed to hover in hospital corridors. It was a scent I’d grown oddly accustomed to over the past few weeks, a quiet reminder of the transformation taking place, of long hours and late nights spent making sure every single detail came out just right.I stepped out of the newly renovated cancer ward and into the hallway, stretching my arms above my head as I blinked against the soft, golden glow of the setting sun. The light streamed through the tall windows in delicate shafts, casting warm, sleepy patterns on the floor. The corridor was quieter than usual, almost reverent in its silence, but inside me, there was no quiet to be found. My thoughts were a whirlwind, a tangled knot of checklists, pending updates, unresolved staff issues, and an endless parade of what’s next?My mind had become a restless machine, refusing to power down, even when my bod
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