Mag-log inAlejandro’s POVBy eleven o’clock at night, my office no longer looks like the office of a CEO. It looks like accounting exploded and nobody survived.Financial reports cover the conference table. Old ledgers are stacked beside the windows. Receipts. Invoices. Audit logs. Three empty coffee cups. Half a pizza.Dylan stares at the mountain of paperwork. “…I’m beginning to understand why accountants always look tired.” I don’t look up from the ledger in my hands. “They know too much.”“They absolutely do.” He reaches for another slice of pizza. “I used to think surgery was the most dangerous profession.” I raise an eyebrow. “And now?” He waves a financial report in the air. “Accounting.”I laugh quietly. “That’s a new one.” He nods seriously. “Surgeons find broken bones.” He points toward the stacks around us. “Accountants find broken billionaires.” I shake my head. “You’re impossible.”“I’ve accepted that.” The clock quietly ticks past midnight. Outside, the city lights shimmer through
Camila’s POVThe shouting starts before I even reach the hospital entrance. Camera flashes explode through the glass doors while reporters crowd the sidewalk, each microphone pushing higher than the next as though whoever shouts loudest owns the truth.I stop walking. “…Again.” Karen looks outside through the glass and lets out a long sigh. “I swear they breed overnight.”Brian joins us carrying two coffees. “What happened now?” Karen pulls out her phone. “They’re calling Camila a gold digger again.” Brian blinks. “…Seriously?”Karen turns the screen toward him. One headline stretches across the page. Nurse Manipulates Billionaire CEO For Fortune. Brian snorts. “They’re really running out of creativity.”I fold my arms. “I haven’t even had breakfast.” “They’re accusing you on an empty stomach.” “I know.” Karen gently touches my shoulder. “You don’t have to go through the front entrance.”I shake my head. “I have patients waiting.” Brian immediately points toward the doors. “Then we es
Alejandro’s POVThe boardroom feels colder than usual. Not because of the air conditioning. Because every smile around the table feels carefully measured, as though everyone has already decided to watch before choosing a side.I place my folder on the polished table. “Good morning.” A few directors answer. Others simply nod.Victor arrives exactly on time carrying nothing except a leather notebook and an easy smile. “Morning, everyone.” His voice is calm. Warm. Relaxed.Like today’s meeting is just another routine discussion. Dylan leans toward me before Victor sits down. “…He scares me more when he’s cheerful.”I keep my eyes on the agenda. “I noticed.” “He smiles like someone who already knows the ending.” I almost smile. “Focus.”“I am.” He straightens his tie dramatically. “I’m focusing on surviving.” The meeting begins. Quarterly reports. Manufacturing updates. Research budgets.Everything moves normally. Too normally. Victor waits. He doesn’t interrupt once. He lets every depart
Camila’s POVThe hospital feels almost normal again. Nurses hurry through the corridors with clipboards, visitors gather quietly outside patient rooms, and somewhere down the hallway Brian argues with the vending machine.“It stole my money again.” Karen doesn’t even look up from her chart. “It steals your money every Tuesday.”“That’s because it hates me.” “It hates everyone equally.” I laugh as I walk past them. Brian immediately points at me.“Camila, tell Karen I’m the victim.” I glance at the blinking vending machine. “…Did you press the button?” He pauses. “…Eventually.”Karen sighs. “I rest my case.” Before Brian can defend himself again, the elevator doors slide open. A tall man steps out carrying an elegant bouquet of white lilies.Victor. He smiles warmly the moment he sees me. “Camila.” I return the smile politely. “Good morning.”“I hope I’m not interrupting.” “Not at all.” He lifts the flowers slightly. “I came to visit Maria.” I blink in surprise. “You did?”He nods. “I
Alejandro’s POVThe hospital feels strangely quiet after Mr. Harris finishes speaking. Just heavy, as though every hallway suddenly knows something it wishes it didn’t.Camila and I walk toward the parking garage without saying much.Neither of us is ready to break the silence.I finally stop beside the car.“It wasn’t fear…”Camila looks at me. “What?”“I kept thinking those patients stayed silent because they were scared.”I let out a slow breath.“They were.” My voice drops. “But they were protecting someone else.”She nods sadly.“Their families.”I unlock the car but don’t get inside.For a long moment, I simply stare at my own reflection in the window.“So many people.”Camila quietly steps beside me.“Alejandro...”“I kept telling myself there had to be one explanation.”I laugh once, short, bitter.“One greedy executive.”“One dishonest doctor.”“One terrible mistake.”I shake my head.“I wanted it to be simple.”She doesn’t interrupt, she knows I haven’t finished.“It isn’t.”
Camila’s POVThe room is quiet when I walk in.Not the peaceful kind of quiet, the kind that feels like someone has spent years swallowing words they were too afraid to say.Mr. Harris sits beside the window with both hands wrapped around a cup of untouched tea.The curtains are open. His eyes never leave the parking lot outside.Alejandro walks in behind me and quietly closes the door.The soft click makes Mr. Harris flinch. His breathing immediately changes.I stop a few feet away.“It’s just us.”He doesn’t answer.I smile gently.“No police.” His shoulders loosen just a little. “No reporters.”Another slow breath.“No strangers.”Only then does he finally look at me.“Just you…?”I nod.“And him.” I glance toward Alejandro. “He isn’t here as the CEO today.”Mr. Harris studies him carefully.Alejandro speaks before I can.“I’m here because she asked me to come.”The old man keeps watching him.“You won’t interrupt?”Alejandro slowly shakes his head.“No.”“You’ll let her ask?”“I w
Camila's POV"I want you to be my wife for sixty days."For a second, I honestly think I've misheard him.Maybe the air conditioning in this ridiculously expensive conference room is too loud. Maybe exhaustion is finally catching up to me after three consecutive double shifts and months of survivin
Alejandro's POV"What exactly is so funny?"The moment the words leave my mouth, the entire table goes silent.Good, because judging by the expression on Camila's face, whatever happened before I arrived wasn't funny at all.Several women suddenly become very interested in their drinks,others avoid
Camila's POVI hate everything about this.I hate the contract sitting inside my purse. I hate the black SUV carrying me away from the apartment I've lived in for the last four years. Most of all, I hate the fact that less than twenty-four hours after signing that contract, my mother's treatment pl
Alejandro's POVI don't expect her to come back.Not because the offer isn't tempting enough. Half a million dollars in treatment and a settlement large enough to change someone's life would tempt almost anyone.I don't expect her to come back because she's Camila Reyes.The woman who looked me in







