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Your Lips to Mine #4: The Billionaire's Heartbeat

Your Lips to Mine #4: The Billionaire's Heartbeat

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Contemporary

Medical Genius

Forgiveness

Hate to Love

Olivia Langston, a brilliant and ambitious doctor, has always focused on her career, vowing never to let love or relationships distract her. However, everything changes when she crosses paths with James Pierce, a charismatic and successful billionaire with a reputation for being a powerful, yet lonely man. Despite their vastly different worlds, Olivia and James share an undeniable chemistry that neither can ignore. As their connection deepens, Olivia finds herself drawn into the complexities of James's life, from his troubled relationship with his father to the manipulative tactics of his ex-fiancée, Claire. Despite their differences, Olivia and James grow closer, learning to navigate the pressures of their respective careers, the public eye, and the expectations placed on them by their families. However, their relationship faces numerous challenges. James’s business is threatened by a rival company, and his past continues to haunt him in the form of both old flames and family drama. Meanwhile, Olivia struggles to balance her medical career with her newfound role in James’s high-profile world, dealing with the intense scrutiny of the media and the emotional toll it takes on her. Through every twist and turn, Olivia and James’s love is tested, but they both realize that their bond is stronger than any obstacle. As they grow together, they face the difficult decisions that come with building a future, including James’s decision to propose, Olivia’s health scare, and their ultimate decision to start a family together.

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Heartbeat 1
I’ve always believed that medicine was more than just a profession. It’s a calling—a responsibility to those who trust us with their lives. But somewhere along the way, I realized that my own life had become a series of calculated decisions, each one made with the singular purpose of mastering my craft. I’d trained for this. I’d sacrificed for this. There was no room for anything else—no time for love, no space for relationships. My patients were my focus, my priority. Always. “Olivia, there you are.” I looked up from my notes, catching sight of Dr. Adrian Wu standing in the doorway of the cardiology break room. He had an easy smile, the kind that made most people feel like they had known him for years after just a few minutes of conversation. I supposed that was why his patients adored him—he had that rare gift of empathy, the kind that could put someone at ease even in the face of a life-threatening condition. “Good morning, Adrian,” I replied, my tone neutral, but polite. He w
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Heartbeat 2
I hadn’t expected him to walk into my office looking like he owned the world—then again, I should’ve. After all, James Hawke was a billionaire tech mogul. If there was anyone who was used to having the world at his feet, it was him. “Dr. Matthews?” His voice was smooth, confident, with just a hint of arrogance that seemed to hang in the air, like a perfume I wasn’t sure I wanted to breathe in. I stood up from my desk, offering my hand in a professional greeting, but I could tell from the moment his sharp eyes landed on me that he wasn’t interested in pleasantries. He looked at me with a mix of curiosity and annoyance—as though he had already made up his mind about me, despite knowing nothing about who I was or what I did. “Mr. Hawke,” I said, keeping my tone steady and neutral. “I’m Dr. Olivia Matthews. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He shook my hand, his grip firm but not overpowering, and his eyes locked onto mine. There was an intensity to his gaze, but I’d learned long ago n
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Heartbeat 3
The room felt quieter after James left my office. It was a silence that spoke volumes—an unsettling quiet that always followed after a confrontation. But this wasn’t the first time I’d clashed with a patient who thought they could outrun their own body. It wasn’t the first time I had to put someone like James Hawke in their place, reminding them that they weren’t invincible. The truth is, I’d seen it all before: successful people who thought their wealth or power could shield them from the one thing they couldn’t control—illness. They acted as though they were above the rules of nature, above the frailty that comes with being human. But it didn’t matter how much money or influence they had. When the body broke down, it broke down. James didn’t realize it yet, but that’s exactly what was happening to him. I stared at the reports on my desk, the results of his initial screenings and blood work. His heart was weaker than it should have been for a man his age—already showing signs of
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Heartbeat 4
I’ve always believed that being a doctor is more than just a career—it’s a calling, a responsibility that consumes you in ways most people don’t understand. It’s not just the long hours or the late nights. It’s the emotional toll, the way you pour yourself into others without expecting anything in return. The patients are what matter, not you. And that’s how I’ve lived my life—always putting others first, always keeping my emotions at bay. But sometimes, the walls we build around ourselves are made of more than just logic and duty. They’re shaped by past experiences—hurt, loss, and the things we wish we could forget but can never quite escape. I’d never been one for personal relationships. I’d always told myself that love, affection, and connection were distractions, things I didn’t need, things that would only get in the way of what I truly cared about. My career. Saving lives. Fixing broken hearts, both literally and figuratively. There was no room for anything else. No room for
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Heartbeat 5
The sterile scent of the hospital room never bothered me. It was just a reminder of what we did here, what we had to do. Saving lives, fixing hearts—literal and metaphorical. But today, it felt different. Today, the room seemed colder, more suffocating than usual. James Hawke was sitting on the bed, his eyes fixed on the clipboard I held in my hand. The tension between us had grown over the last few days, as if every word I spoke seemed to push him further into his stubborn shell. He didn’t like me. That much was clear. He didn’t like being told what to do, especially not by someone who, in his eyes, was just another doctor. Just another person telling him what to do with his life. And the thing that irritated me the most was how much that bothered me. I set the clipboard down on the counter and crossed my arms. "Mr. Hawke, I’ve reviewed your test results. Your condition is more serious than you’re willing to admit. You’re going to need surgery." His eyes flicked to me, and I coul
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Heartbeat 6
It was late in the evening when the nurse paged me about James Hawke. A slight complication, she had said—a dip in his blood pressure, mild discomfort in his chest. It wasn’t critical, but they thought I should check in on him. I didn’t argue. By the time I reached his room, the lights had been dimmed. The soft hum of the heart monitor filled the space, its steady beeping oddly comforting in the silence. James was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, dressed in a loose T-shirt and sweatpants, a stark contrast to the sharp suits he usually wore. His head was bowed, hands clasped together as if in prayer, though I doubted James Hawke was the praying type. He didn’t look up when I entered. “Mr. Hawke,” I said gently, stepping into the room. He flinched slightly, as though he hadn’t heard me come in. Slowly, he raised his head, and for the first time since I’d met him, I saw something in his eyes that wasn’t defiance or arrogance. It was fear. I pulled a chair closer to him, sett
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Heartbeat 7
I had just finished my morning rounds when James Hawke’s name appeared on my schedule again. His routine follow-up was in an hour, but something about the note from the nurse caught my attention: Patient appears visibly stressed. Blood pressure elevated. James’s stress levels were an ongoing concern, but this note felt different. Something more significant was weighing on him, and while I wouldn’t say I was concerned—professional detachment was my specialty—I couldn’t ignore the growing tension I’d seen in his demeanor over the past few days. When I entered the exam room, James was pacing like a caged animal. His tie was loosened, and his usually immaculate suit looked slightly rumpled. He didn’t acknowledge me right away, which wasn’t like him. James Hawke always made a point to command the room, even in a hospital gown. “Good morning, Mr. Hawke,” I said, setting my tablet down on the counter. “Or is it afternoon? It’s hard to tell when you’re already on edge this early in the day
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Heartbeat 8
The morning had been unusually quiet, which in my line of work was both a blessing and a foreboding sign. The calm before the storm, as the saying goes. I had just finished reviewing the charts for my post-op patients when a hesitant knock sounded at my office door. “Come in,” I called without looking up, fully expecting a nurse or another doctor with a quick question. Instead, Dr. Maya Torres stepped inside. She was a third-year resident, ambitious to the point of exhaustion and always eager to prove herself. Her wide brown eyes were full of energy, though they couldn’t quite mask the uncertainty she carried in her posture. “Dr. Matthews,” she began, her voice tinged with a mix of respect and nervousness. “Do you have a moment?” I glanced up from my tablet and gestured for her to sit. “What’s on your mind, Dr. Torres?” She perched on the edge of the chair, her hands gripping the folder she held like it was a lifeline. “I wanted to discuss one of my patients with you. Mr. Landry.
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Heartbeat 9
The day had been long, the kind that drained both mind and body. It was well past sunset by the time I finally stepped out of the hospital. The cool evening air hit me, a welcome contrast to the sterile, fluorescent-lit halls I’d been pacing all day. For once, I wasn’t in a rush. There were no emergencies waiting, no calls demanding my immediate attention. As I walked toward the parking garage, I allowed myself a rare moment of indulgence, staring up at the stars peeking through the hazy city sky. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d stopped to look at them. “Dr. Matthews?” The voice startled me, pulling me back to reality. I turned, and there he was—James Hawke, standing a few feet away, his hands shoved into the pockets of a tailored jacket. For a moment, I didn’t recognize him. He looked different outside the hospital, less like the arrogant billionaire I’d come to know and more like an ordinary man. His posture was still confident, but there was a certain weariness in his eye
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Heartbeat 10
The morning started like any other—a blur of patient rounds, consultations, and the ever-present hum of urgency that comes with working in a hospital. I was in the middle of reviewing another patient’s chart when the call came through. “Dr. Matthews, we have an emergency. It’s James Hawke,” the nurse on the other end of the line said, her voice tight with worry. My stomach clenched involuntarily. “What happened?” “He collapsed during a meeting. He’s being brought into the ER now. His heart rate is erratic, and he’s in distress.” I didn’t wait to hear more. The chart in my hand was forgotten as I hurried to the emergency department. My mind raced through possibilities, diagnosing and strategizing before I even reached him. When I entered the ER, the sight of James hit me like a punch to the chest. He was pale, his usually sharp features dulled by pain. Wires snaked across his chest, connecting him to the monitors that beeped frantically, warning us of his unstable condition. “Wha
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