Callie bit her lower lip, her thoughts racing as she tried to gather her thoughts.
The demands of her gruelling schedule as a surgical resident had left her with little time for personal matters, and she had honestly forgotten about Elias’s proposal.
She looked up at him, uncertainty in her eyes.
‘I... I’m sorry, Lieutenant Colonel Westwood, I—’
‘Just call me Elias.’
‘All right. Um, Elias, the past few days have been a blur. I completely forgot about your, um, your proposal.’ She shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of the decision pressing upon her.
Before she could utter another word, her phone buzzed in the pocket of her pristine white lab coat.
The caller ID flashed ‘Abby Colman.’
Confusion washed over Callie’s face—why would Simon’s new girlfriend be calling her?
The two women certainly weren’t friends, given the tension that had lingered since the end of Callie’s relationship with Simon.
Curiosity gnawed at her, and she stepped away from Elias, answering the call. ‘Hello, Abby. What do you want?’
Abby’s voice dripped with a mixture of smugness and malice. ‘Surprised to hear from me, Callie? Well, I have some news for you. Remember that article you sent to the International Journal of Medical Science and Research? The one that got rejected?’
Callie’s heart sank.
She had poured her soul into that article, hoping for recognition and validation from her peers.
The rejection had been a blow to her confidence, but she hadn’t expected Abby to have any involvement.
‘What about it, Abby?’ Callie asked, her voice tinged with anger. ‘Did you have something to do with it?’
Abby couldn’t contain her glee as she revelled in Callie’s misfortune. ‘Oh, you bet I did! Your article was nice, Callie, but I couldn’t bear to see your name in such a prestigious journal. So, I pulled a few strings, made a few calls, and got it rejected. Consider it a little gift from me.’
The weight of Abby’s vindictiveness crushed Callie’s spirits.
She couldn’t fathom why this woman took pleasure in causing her pain.
Tears welled up in Callie’s eyes, threatening to spill over.
She fought to hold them back, refusing to show weakness in front of Elias.
Her voice trembled with a mix of anger and hurt as she demanded an explanation. ‘Why would you do this to me, Abby? What did I ever do to deserve your cruelty?’
Abby sat nonchalantly on her bed, her face twisted in a sneer. ‘Oh, Callie, can’t you see? I can do whatever I want to you because you’re nothing. Just a pathetic orphan with no family, no connections. You could never hope to compete with someone like me.’
Callie’s fury bubbled up within her, fuelled by Abby’s heartless words.
She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. ‘You think you can teach me a lesson? Warn me about snatching Simon away from you? Well, guess what, Abby? I don’t want him. I gave up on him a long time ago. So, your little game is pointless.’
Abby’s laughter cut through the air, dripping with a mix of arrogance and vindictiveness. ‘Oh, sweetheart, you can lie to yourself all you want, but I know the truth. Simon and I are getting married in two days, and you’re invited. If you don’t have the guts to show up, it’s fine. It’ll just prove that you’re nothing but a coward.’
Callie’s heart pounded in her chest, a tumultuous mix of fury and sadness coursing through her veins.
She couldn’t understand why Abby was so determined to torment her.
The worst part was that Abby held power over her—a connection Callie couldn’t afford to lose.
Abby’s father, the director at Rosedale Hospital, held Callie’s professional fate in his hands.
Bitterness laced Callie’s words as she forced herself to speak calmly, masking her inner turmoil. ‘Abby, believe what you want. But I have no interest in Simon or your wedding. I have a life and a career to focus on. You can keep playing your games, but they won’t break me.’
Abby’s eyes narrowed, a glimmer of doubt flickering in her gaze.
She refused to believe Callie’s words, clinging to her own twisted version of reality. ‘You’re lying, Callie. You still want him. I can see it in your eyes. But don’t worry, you’ll be at the wedding. And when you see Simon marrying me, you’ll finally understand your place.’
With that final taunt, Abby ended the call, leaving Callie seething with anger and frustration.
She thrust her phone back into her pocket, tears streaming down her face.
Callie felt her world crumbling around her, suffocated by the torment Abby seemed determined to inflict upon her.
She longed to find solace within the walls of Rosedale Hospital, but the presence of both Abby and Simon as colleagues, coupled with the fact that Abby’s father held a powerful position as the hospital director, cast a shadow of uncertainty over her future.
What was she supposed to do?
Resign?
And then what?
Without completing her surgical residency first, her chances of finding employment at any other hospital were slim at best.
Lost in her desperation, Callie didn’t notice when a pair of strong arms enveloped her, pulling her close in a forceful yet comforting embrace.
She was spun around, her face pressed against a warm, solid chest.
It was Elias.
The intensity of his touch sent a surge of both confusion and arousal coursing through her veins.
She looked up, her eyes meeting his, and for a moment, the world faded away.
Elias’s gaze held a depth that seemed to reach into the very core of her being.
His face was framed by the hazy glow of the moon, lending an air of ethereal mystery to his presence.
Callie’s heart raced as she struggled to break free from his grip, but her resistance only seemed to fuel his determination.
Just as Callie attempted to pull away, Elias leaned down, his cheek grazing against her lips.
The tantalizing touch sent a surge of electricity through his body, his muscles tensing with desire.
Callie, weakened but resilient, looked up as Elias entered the ward.A soft smile played on her lips despite the pain that lingered in her eyes. ‘I was wondering where you disappeared off to.’Elias took a moment to absorb the sight of her, the woman he loved, fighting her way back to health.The bandages on her abdomen marked the physical toll of the recent events, but the warmth in her eyes brought a sense of calm to Elias’s troubled soul.‘Hey, Bunny,’ Elias greeted, his smile genuine as he approached her bedside.He gently took her hand, mindful of her injuries. ‘How are you feeling?’Callie’s eyes sparkled with gratitude. ‘Getting there. The doctors say I’ll make a full recovery with time.’Elias nodded, his heart heavy with the weight of recent events. ‘There’s something I need to tell you.’As Elias shared the shocking truth about General Conway’s betrayal and the revelation about his parents’ deaths, Callie’s expression shifted from concern to disbelief and, ultimately, sorrow
Callie felt herself falling into his trap, struggling to maintain a hardened heart as his doting gaze softened her resolve.‘Callie, you’re my wife. We are supposed to share a bed,’ his voice, deep and intoxicating, whispered in her ear.He embraced her tightly, a possessive need evident in his hold.‘Callie, I want you to love me like before. I lied to protect you. But now I realise I was wrong. I promise, no more lies. Please, at least don’t ignore me. It breaks me...’ His eyes, full of affection, revealed vulnerability.Elias, usually so strong, trembled in his plea.His voice carried a hint of regret. ‘I messed up, and damn it, I know it. Are you willing to forgive me?’Callie sighed. ‘Elias, just promise not to pull something like this again.’‘I won’t hurt you with lies anymore,’ he vowed.‘No more lies, Elias. Not even one,’ she declared.‘I swear.’ To seal his promise, he planted kisses on her forehead, eyes, and nose, soothing her turmoil.Dylan’s knock shattered Elias’s plan
Callie drifted in and out of a dream-laden slumber, the ebb and flow of consciousness gently pulling her into the waking world.The enticing fragrance of chicken soup teased her senses, coaxing her from the depths of sleep.Elias had returned, a culinary saviour armed with a thermos of steaming chicken soup. ‘I used the mess hall kitchen to make this for you,’ he announced with a quiet pride.Drawing in a deep breath, Callie’s stomach couldn’t contain its eagerness, emitting a low growl that echoed through the room.‘Callie, tell me, what’s that sound?’ His question, though not a direct accusation, draped her in a blanket of embarrassment.‘Ahem!’ Callie, determined to maintain her composure, responded with a feigned nonchalance.‘I didn’t hear any sound,’ she declared, though the rumblings from her stomach suggested otherwise.She fought to suppress the impending growl, hoping Elias wouldn’t witness this audible betrayal.‘No sound?’ Elias’s raised brow and assertive tone exposed her
Elias’s eyes snapped open the moment he heard someone coughing.He sat bolt upright in the chair and turned towards Callie.Her eyes were open.‘Callie! You are awake!’In a haze, Callie recognised Elias’s voice.Struggling, she forced her eyes open, greeted by the familiar sight of a white ceiling—a hospital room.Elias’s hand held hers, his calloused palm brushing against her skin.‘Elias,’ she whispered weakly, her eyes glistening with tears.Her voice, frail, held a hint of disbelief. ‘Am I still dreaming?’The last she knew, Elias was in custody.The Elias before her now felt like a dream, and she doubted her reality.Elias, red-eyed and exhausted, held her hands tightly, reassuring her, ‘Bunny, what are you talking about? Of course I’m real.’Callie sighed. ‘Good…’Relieved, she closed her eyes, slipping back into sleep.‘Callie!’ Elias’s heart skipped a beat, fear gnawing at him.He rushed outside, calling for Jamison and the medical team. ‘Quick, take a look at her. She woke u
The puzzle of Mindy’s escape persisted, leaving Dylan in the dark, grappling with the mystery that allowed her to slip away undetected.A knock came on the door.‘Come in.’Dwight entered, settling gracefully into a chair opposite Dylan.He produced a pack of cigarettes, extending it toward Dylan.Dylan accepted it, extracting a cigarette, igniting it with a flick of his lighter, and indulging in the smoke that soon enveloped the room.Dwight, sensing Dylan’s foul mood, asked, ‘General Sheppard, not in the best spirits today?’Dylan retorted, ‘Aren’t you in the same boat?’A subtle smile played on Dwight’s lips as he selected a cigarette from the pack.His slender fingers expertly lit it, the room filling with the fragrance of tobacco and a haze of smoke.‘Any updates on Mindy?’‘Not yet,’ Dylan replied after a brief pause. ‘Which is a problem for you. That woman is more cunning than her father. I think she’s the one behind your assassination plot, not Carl. By the way, when do you pl
‘I planned everything single-handedly. This has nothing to do with my daughter Mindy,’ Carl pleaded. ‘I only had her run a few errands for me. She didn’t know what she was doing.’‘Do you think your excuse is convincing?’ Dwight retorted. ‘Mindy isn’t seven years old. She’s twenty-seven, an adult fully responsible for her own actions.’Dylan, acting on Dwight’s orders, directed his subordinates to arrest Mindy and release Elias.Carl, comprehending the depth of his miscalculations, lashed out at Dylan.He felt betrayed by the very person he trusted.‘Dylan, you ungrateful scoundrel! I trusted you so much, yet you did this to me! You even took advantage of my daughter. You are going to hell for this!’ Carl screamed, blaming Dylan for their downfall.Dylan was unfazed.Nothing Carl said mattered, not any more.Dylan exchanged a look with Dwight; there would be time to celebrate later.However, their joy was short-lived.About twenty minutes later, a soldier returned, reporting that they