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Chapter 211The door slammed open so violently that the walls shuddered. I jumped, my heart kicking against my ribs just as a chorus of gasps erupted behind me. The wooden door ricocheted off the wall and three of Mia’s men stormed inside—broad-shouldered, stone-faced, their boots pounding against the concrete floor like war drums. Marianne screamed and clutched her baby girl tighter to her chest, instinct overriding exhaustion. She curled her body around the newborn like a shield, trembling so hard her hair shook around her face. Little Mira dove behind Anna, while the other women instinctively backed toward the far wall, bumping into one another in panic. “Step away from the child!” the tallest man barked. His voice boomed through the room, sharp and merciless. He lifted a hand to show he wasn’t asking—he was commanding. Marianne shook her head violently. “No—no! No! You will not take my baby!” Her voice cracked into a sob. “You’ll have to kill me first!” Her knees buckled,

Chapter 213 There was a long exhale—almost a growl. “Elena,” she said. “Finally. I get to hear your voice again.” She sounded… delighted. Like she was welcoming an old friend she planned to stab in the back. I smiled, though my hand shook. “Finally,” I said. “I get to hear the voice of my obsessed high school classmate again.” Behind the door, I heard one of the men choke on air. Inside the room, the women gasped. Mia did not. She screamed. “How dare you call me that! Elena Rivers, you—” “Now, now,” I said softly. “You know I’ve never been scared of you, my love.” Her breathing turned ragged. I could almost hear her grinding her teeth. “Elena,” she hissed, “very soon, you will be begging at my feet.” I laughed lightly. “I’d rather die.” “Oh, don’t worry,” she purred. “You might.” Then her voice hardened. “Give the child to my men.” “No.” Her silence was a dagger. I continued before she spoke. “I wasn’t lying. The baby will die if she is taken aw

Chapter 215 “They won’t hand it over to the ‘Doctor,’” I said, emphasising my role in the drama that had just unfolded. “But they might hand it over to someone else. Someone who appears… compliant.” The air in the room seemed to freeze. All eyes widened as the implication of my words settled like a chill. They knew my history, my background, the kind of world I had been trying to flee. “No, Elena,” Anna said, her voice a sudden, sharp protest. “You can’t. They’ll—they’ll hurt you.” “Mia is auctioning us off in six days anyway, Anna,” I countered, my resolve inflexible. “I will be ‘hurt’ whether I fight or whether I pretend to succumb. But if I fight, there is no escape. If I pretend, we might gain the edge we need.” I paused, letting the reality of my strategy sink in. It was ugly. It was humiliating. But it was the only path to survival I could see. “ Like I have told you all before, I plan to seduce one of Mia’s men. To convince him that he is special, that I am willing to giv

Chapter 217 “I’m the doctor. And in six days, I’m going to be sold like a piece of meat. I don’t want to go through the auction without knowing at least one kind face.” I could see the cynicism fighting with something else in his eyes—vanity. He was being called kind. “It’s Thomas,” he muttered, glancing down the hallway to ensure no one was watching. “Thomas,” I repeated, letting the name roll off my tongue like a sweet promise. I knew I had his attention now. I needed to move fast and hit his weakness. “Thank you, Thomas. You have no idea what it means to hear a name spoken softly in this place.” I held his gaze, allowing a tear to track a path down my cheek. It wasn’t hard to summon the emotion; the fear was genuine, and the plan was repulsive. “I won’t bother you again,” I lied, my voice dropping to a seductive, de

Chapter 219​The cold fear that had been my constant companion for months was now replaced by a burning, metallic resolve. For twenty-four hours, I lived on adrenaline and calculation, constructing a sequence of events so precise, so necessary, that it felt less like a plan and more like a fate I was steering with trembling hands.​The remaining light of the day bled out, and the facility descended into its heavy, nocturnal silence. The women around me, my silent co-conspirators—Anna, Clara, Marianne—played their parts perfectly, radiating the deep, defeated despair that would make my sudden 'submission' believable. We had no words left; only the shared understanding that the next hour would decide everything.​My own preparation was less about dressing and more about weaponizing my appearance. I cleaned my face, braided my hair, and focused my gaze into a look of fragile, yet intensely focused, desperation. Tonight, I had to stop being the 'Doctor' who challenged them, and become t