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"In breaking news, the child of prominent CEO Connie Vitale is now confirmed to be residing in Canada."
As I arrived at the nurse’s station, I saw Evelyn, my workmate, completely engrossed in what she was watching.
“Hey! You’re so focused!” I said, trying to startle her. I couldn’t help but chuckle when she actually jumped in surprise.
“Nothing, I just find it strange,” she said, pouting slightly. “Connie Vitale is super well-known, but not even a single photo of her child has ever surfaced.”
Evelyn’s expression immediately changed, like she suddenly remembered something.
“By the way, where have you been? You’ve been gone for so long.”
“Period leak,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. My heart skipped a beat at how quickly the words escaped my mouth.
Evelyn laughed and lightly slapped my arm. “You’re crazy! You know what? If you weren’t so good-looking, I’d seriously mistake you for a woman with how soft you talk.”
I sighed in relief, realizing she still didn’t fully suspect me.
“Oh, by the way, Alli, can you please check on the patient in room 304? We’ve had several people go, but he keeps pushing them away, seems like he’s angry at women.”
“I’m just going to check his vital signs, right?” I asked to be sure.
She nodded and said, “Vital signs and also treat his wounds. He refuses to let us touch him, so maybe you’ll have better luck.”
I just smiled in response.
Then I grabbed the tray with the cleaning supplies and medicine I’d need for his wounds.
The moment I opened the door, a short but deeply intimidating voice rang out.
“I said leave me alone,” he growled, still facing away from me.
“Sir, I just need to treat your wounds and check your vitals. I’ll leave right after,” I said determinedly, walking slowly toward him.
“Stop getting closer.” I froze in place at the sound of his warning. “Filthy girls aren’t allowed near me,” he continued coldly.
“But… I’m a man, sir.”
He seemed surprised by what I said, his body slightly flinching in response. He turned to look at me, eyes narrowing in confusion as he stared.
His gaze traveled from my head down to my toes, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
He paused, took a deep breath, then lowered his eyes to my name tag.
“Allizander Jenesis Samson,” he read aloud.
“Yes, sir?” I replied, even though I knew he was just reading my name.
"I'll let you treat me just so you can discharge me and finally leave me alone. But if this wound hurts more because of whatever you're planning to put on it, you're dead." His rant was long and sharp.
I raised an eyebrow at his threat, unable to hide the amusement creeping onto my face.
"What's so funny?" he asked, frowning when he noticed I was holding back a laugh.
He honestly reminded me of a child trying to act tough but clearly scared of getting a shot.
"Are you scared I might put alcohol on it?" I asked with a teasing smile.
His glare deepened at my remark.
"Can you just treat me quickly and stop talking?" he snapped irritably.
I quickly went along with what he wanted and prepared the materials I was going to use. As I started cleaning his wound, he squeezed his eyes shut tightly and clenched his fists like a scared child.
I couldn’t help but smile at the sight, was I actually finding him cute?
I shook my head to clear the strange thought and continued what I was doing. The cleaning and treating of his wound was done quickly, while he kept his eyes tightly shut the entire time.
“Sir?” I called out to him, but he still didn’t open his eyes.
I gently shook his shoulder a few times and said again, “Sir, it’s done. You can open your eyes now.” This time, he finally blinked, looking startled as if he wasn’t expecting it.
“Are you sure you treated me?” he asked, clearly surprised, probably because he didn’t really feel the treatment and couldn’t believe it.
I nodded softly and smiled. “You did well, sir. Now, please rest,” I said, lightly tapping his head like he was a kid.
We both seemed taken aback by my gesture, he just stared for a moment, caught off guard. Before his usual grumpy attitude could come back like earlier, I quickly turned and hurried out of his room.
When I got to the nurse’s station, Evelyn immediately asked, “How did it go?”
I just gave her a thumbs up since I was still out of breath from all the running I did.
“Good thing you pushed through, or we might’ve gotten scolded again,” she said with a laugh. I just smiled and sat down at my desk.
I had been staring at the clock for hours, waiting for it to hit 11 PM so I could finally go home. Just a few minutes before, the clock’s hands were slowly approaching 11, so I happily stood up and started packing my things.
I immediately stopped what I was doing when I heard Evelyn gasping. “What happened to you?” I asked, concerned.
“The patient in room 304 escaped. He’s no longer in his room,” she told me between breaths.
I went back to packing my things and grinned at her. “It’s 11:02 PM now. I’m officially just a regular citizen. You deal with Madam Head’s anger, okay?” I teased as I headed out of the hospital, not bothering to listen to whatever she was saying.
Once outside, I quickly opened my umbrella when I saw it was raining. “What a lousy night. Ugh, I really hate the rain,” I muttered in annoyance to myself, then started walking while holding the umbrella.
I stopped walking and immediately put my hand in my pocket when my phone vibrated. When I looked at the caller ID, my face darkened even more.
“Demon is calling...”
I answered right away and started talking before he could even say anything. “Yeah, yeah, I know what I need to do, okay? Can you just calm down a bit? Are you really that impatient?” I said irritably, then hung up without letting him speak. I didn’t want to ruin my day any further by hearing his voice.
I just kept walking, no longer considering taking a taxi or bus since I was trying to save money. My savings were already running low from paying Mama’s hospital bills.
I stopped in my tracks, lost in thought, when I spotted someone familiar lying on the street.
“Is that the scaredy patient?” I muttered.
"Let’s go... b-babe."The way the word tumbled out of Gio’s mouth was almost pathetic. It sounded like he’d swallowed a stone and was trying to choke it back up. He didn't wait for me to answer, his hand clamping onto my bicep with a grip that was less romantic partner and more arresting officer.He hauled me toward the grand staircase, his legs moving twice as fast as mine. I had to practically skip to keep up, my sneakers squeaking indignantly against the polished marble. I glanced up, ready to snap at him for the manhandling, but the words died in my throat. Gio was staring straight ahead with a fixated, glass-eyed intensity, his jaw working so hard I thought his teeth might crack.But it was his ears that told the real story—they were a deep, burning crimson, glowing like taillights against his dark hair. The most feared Don in the city was currently short-circuiting because of a four-letter word and a cheek kiss.He dragged me into his private study and slammed the heavy oak doo
The taxi ride back was a blur of rain-streaked windows and the rhythmic thumping of my own heart. I leaned my head against the cool glass, watching the city lights dissolve into long, jagged smears of neon. My mind was a battlefield.'Is this right?' I asked myself, the image of my mother’s pale face in the hospital bed flickering behind my eyelids. 'Will this protect us, or am I just building a prettier cage?' Every logical bone in my body told me to run, to take my leave and never look back. But then, the memory of Gio in the office—the way he had whispered Allizander like it was a holy relic—sent a traitorous, warm flutter through my chest. It was a terrifying sensation, a spark of life in a heart I had tried so hard to keep numb.'Fine,' I thought, as the massive wrought-iron gates of the Vitale estate groaned open. 'Let’s just go with the flow. If the world burns tomorrow, at least I’ll know I wasn't just a spectator. I’ll face the wreckage when it comes.'I paid the driver and
I didn't reply to the texts. I couldn't.After I saw his messages—the way he admitted the house felt too quiet without me—sleep became an impossible luxury. I spent the rest of the night staring at the flickering heart monitor, the green line dancing in time with my own frantic pulse. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the phantom weight of his head on my lap. I knew right then that I’d be bothered by his words until the very end of this day. Giovanni Vitale didn't just command a room; he commanded the air in my lungs, even from miles away.As the sun began to bleed through the hospital blinds, turning the sterile white walls into a soft, bruised gold, I stood up and stretched my aching limbs. I leaned down, pressing my forehead against my mother’s knuckles, the skin papery and cool."I have to go, Mom," I whispered, my voice thick with exhaustion. "I’m going to meet Beatriz today. I need to breathe for a second before I go back to my work. I'm
The vibration of his voice against my chest was a physical pull, a gravitational force that threatened to swallow me whole. For a heartbeat, my fingers stayed tangled in his hair, yielding to the sheer, impossible softness of the moment. But then, the reality of the binder tight against my skin and the web of lies between us snapped back into focus.I pushed.It wasn't a gentle nudge. I shoved his shoulders with a frantic strength, scrambling backward until I hit the opposite end of the sofa. My breath was coming in ragged, shallow hitches."Stop," I gasped, my hands trembling as I smoothed down my oversized shirt. "Gio, stop. You’re… you’re exhausted. You’re delirious. You’re playing some kind of twisted game to see how far you can push your medic."Gio sat up slowly, his dark hair messy from my touch, his eyes hooded and tracking my every panicked move. He didn't look angry. He looked steady—terrifyingly steady."I don't play games with
Gio’s head was still heavy in my lap. I sat there, my spine pressed against the leather of the sofa, my hands still hovering in mid-air like they didn't know where they belonged. I looked down, and my heart nearly stopped. He wasn't sleeping. His eyes were wide open, dark and swirling with an intensity that pinned me to the spot. He was staring up at me—not as a boss, not as a predator, but with a raw, unblinking focus that felt like he was trying to peel back the layers of my skin to see the soul beneath.I felt the heat begin to crawl up my neck. My pulse was a frantic drum against my ribs, and I was certain he could feel it through my thighs. The way he looked at me… it was too much. It was too intimate for two men, and far too dangerous for a liar and a mafia boss."Can you… stop looking at me like that?" I croaked, my voice betraying me with a tiny tremble.He didn't blink. He didn't move. He just kept searching my face, his gaze lingering on my jaw, then my nose, then settling
I had spent the remaining hours of the morning tossing and turning, the image of Gio’s knuckles turning white and the weight of his hands on my waist in the gym burned into my brain. I had just managed to stumble into the kitchen, finally pressing a cup of lukewarm coffee to my lips, when the door swung open. Gio looked like he hadn't slept either, but while I was a mess of frayed nerves, he was a pillar of dark energy. Before I could even take a sip, his hand clamped onto my shoulder, steering me toward the garage with the force of a tidal wave. "Hey! Watch the coffee!" I yelped, sloshing the liquid over the rim. "What are you doing? It’s six in the morning!" "You're coming to the headquarters," he barked. No 'please,' no explanation. Just that iron-grip authority. "I’m not going! My contract says 'Medical Professional,' Gio, not 'Personal Shadow.' I have to organize the infirmary back at the estate. The surgical prep alone will take me hours!" I was currently being steered to







