“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?
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“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.
Sylvia The sun had dipped low in the sky by the time I pulled into Violet’s driveway. The horizon was painted in soft streaks of gold and lavender, and a faint breeze danced through the jacaranda trees that lined the edge of her family’s compound.I grabbed the small bag of groceries from the passenger seat, ice cream (cookies and cream, of course), a bottle of strawberry syrup I didn’t really need, and a tub of fried rice I picked up just in case Violet had forgotten I was coming.Again.I rang the bell, stepping back slightly as the porch light flickered on. A second later, the door swung open.“Look who actually came bearing gifts,” Violet said, eyebrows raised as she took the bag from my hands. “You brought rice? Are you trying to make me look bad in front of my own kitchen?”“I just didn’t trust you,” I said, kicking off my flats at the entrance. “After that call, I was ninety-percent sure I’d show up and find you eating biscuits in bed.”She gasped in mock offense. “How dare y
SylviaThe soft hum of the hospital air conditioning blended with the quiet rustle of papers on my desk. It was one of those rare moments of stillness, no ringing phones, no rushing footsteps down the corridor, no overhead pages for a code blue. Just me, the gentle ticking of the wall clock, and a stack of patient files staring up at me like they knew I wasn’t really paying attention.I tried. I really did. I had been flipping through a post-op report, eyes scanning over vitals and drug charts like I was focused, but at some point… I stopped reading.The lines blurred.And just like that, I wasn’t even here anymore.My mind drifted, uninvited and unrelenting, right back to the passenger seat of Logan’s car.His voice echoed softly in my memory, low, calm, just a little bit too careful. “Have you thought about what I said at the café?” he'd asked.Ugh. My response had been so awkward. Like a teenager caught off guard. I remember how I had tried to pull away from him, keep a safe distan
LoganThe sound of laughter danced around the table, bouncing off the walls and wrapping around us like a soft blanket. For the first time in what felt like ages, I wasn't thinking about work deadlines, family pressure, or the mess I’d made back then, the one that had nearly cost me the woman now sitting beside me.Sylvia.I glanced at her from the corner of my eye. She was laughing, genuinely. That soft, real kind of laugh that started in her chest and lit up her face. The shadows I’d seen in her eyes this morning were gone now, or at least hiding for the night. And seeing her like this, even for a moment, made something tight and stubborn in my chest begin to ease.She looked beautiful without trying. She wasn't even putting on makeup at this moment. Her hair was loosely tied back, a strand falling across her cheek. I wanted to tuck it behind her ear, but I stopped myself. Not yet. She wasn’t mine, not anymore. And maybe not ever again.But I could be patient.“I still think Violet’
Sylvia After a long, restful nap in Violet’s room, I finally felt more like myself. The events from the garden earlier still hovered at the back of my mind, but Logan had stayed close all day, silent when I needed silence, and warm when I needed comfort. He never left my side. I started to pity him after a while. Now, walking down the stairs beside him, I could feel my chest loosen just a bit more. The scent of something delicious, grilled chicken, maybe, floated up from the dining area, and my stomach finally growled in approval.“You sure you’re okay?” Logan asked softly beside me, glancing sideways.I nodded. “Better than this morning. You should worry less now.”He gave a small smile. “Good. You scared me this morning, how can I worry less.”I didn’t say anything, just slid my hand into his briefly and squeezed. That was enough.As we entered the dining room, I was greeted by the soft clinking of plates, cheerful chatter, and warm yellow lights that made everything feel cozy and
Sylvia I chewed slowly, thankful for the laughter echoing around me. Violet always knew how to lift a room’s energy. Even Victor, with his annoying jokes, somehow made the air feel lighter.I hadn’t wanted to eat.But I was trying. For her. For myself.Violet leaned closer and whispered, “You good?”I nodded, whispering back, “I’m getting there.”I glanced around the table, feeling a wave of peace. Logan was quiet, as usual, but I caught him watching me every now and then with that soft look, guys rarely showed, the kind that wasn’t loud or showy, but sincere.Violet mum stood up to check on something, and her Dad followed shortly after, leaving us, the younger crowd, at the table.“So,” Victor said, sipping his juice. “What’s the plan for today, ladies? Shopping? More bumping into each other randomly and starting hallway battles?”“I might just trip you next time I see you,” Violet replied sweetly, batting my lashes.“Noted. I’ll wear knee pads from now on.”I chuckled softly. “You
Violet “Ouch!” I muttered, stumbling back a little.A hand caught me lazily by the elbow.“Still walking like you own the whole hallway, huh?”I blinked, immediately recognizing that smug voice. “Victor?”He smiled, cocky as ever. “Violet.”Of course. Of all people. “Seriously? You again?”“I could say the same,” he said with that same amused look he wore the first time we met, at the airport, when I bumped into him while rushing for my luggage. He hadn’t even properly apologized, just gave me that same unbothered look like he owned the runway.“And let me guess,” I added dryly, “you’re here to block my path again?Why do you always want to swallow me, you look like a wall”“Nah, just walking by, minding my business, and boom, Hurricane Violet. I worked hard on this body for it not to be as hard as a wall, plus I didn't tell you to be so short and small,” he said, leaning slightly against the wall like this was all a joke.I rolled my eyes. “You never change.”“Why would I? It keeps t
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