All Chapters of His DNA, her secret: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elena spent the morning lost in a fog of routine, yet nothing routine remained. Each patient she checked, each chart she scribbled on, seemed blurred at the edges. Her mind kept wandering to Dominic, to the startling sharpness of his gaze and the unexplainable pull it had on her chest. She forced herself to focus on the small tasks at hand, pretending the pounding of her heart was just fatigue, the flutter in her stomach just pregnancy hormones. But the truth pressed in relentlessly: he was everywhere in her thoughts, an intrusive shadow she could not shake.The break room offered no respite. Elena filled her coffee cup with trembling hands, deliberately avoiding the mirror above the counter. The reflection staring back at her betrayed everything she tried to deny the quickened pulse in her neck, the tension in her shoulders, the way her breath caught at the faintest noises beyond the walls. The hospital corridor outside hummed with life, voices rising and falling, machines beeping in

Elena had convinced herself that last night in the car was a one-time weakness. A slip, nothing more. She told herself she was still in control, still capable of drawing the line where it needed to be. After all, Dominic belonged to a world that had nothing to do with hers. He lived in shadows, and she despite her own secrets was trying to build something steady, something fragile but good.But storms were relentless. And Dominic was nothing if not relentless.It started with small intrusions.The next morning, Elena walked into the corner café near her apartment, the same one she had gone to for years. The barista greeted her with a tired smile, already reaching for her usual order. It should have been another ordinary stop in her routine.Until she turned and saw him.Dominic sat at the back, a dark figure that seemed to absorb the morning light. He wasn’t reading, wasn’t drinking coffee. He was simply… watching.Her breath caught, panic thrumming beneath her ribs. She almost droppe

Elena had always believed hospitals were safe places. Harshly lit, sterile, and exhausting, yes, but safe nonetheless. Life and death passed through their doors every day, yet something about the controlled chaos gave her a fragile sense of order. That illusion shattered the moment she felt it an awareness prickling across her skin, sharp and invasive.She wasn’t alone.The late-night shift was quieter than usual. Machines hummed, footsteps echoed faintly down distant corridors, and the occasional murmur of a nurse broke the silence. Elena had just finished checking on a restless patient when she caught sight of movement in the corner of her eye. A shadow lingered too long at the end of the hall, as though someone stood watching, waiting.Her chest tightened.She blinked, and the figure was gone.Elena exhaled sharply, pressing the chart against her chest. You’re tired, that’s all. Imagining things. But her gut, the same instinct that never failed her in emergencies, whispered otherwi

The city stretched beneath Dominic like a map of light and motion, every glittering window and glowing streetlamp a reminder that this was his kingdom, his empire built not from inherited privilege but from sweat, precision, and a relentless refusal to bend. From the highest floor of the glass tower that bore his name, he stood alone in the hush of his office, one hand resting against the floor-to-ceiling window. The late hour draped the skyline in shades of charcoal and silver, and though the world slept, Dominic could not.His reflection stared back at him in the glass, stern and unreadable, the same face that had commanded boardrooms, silenced rivals, and bent governments into quiet compliance. Yet tonight, he saw something else flickering in his eyes something unbidden, unwelcome. He tore his gaze away before it could grow louder.Behind him, the quiet hum of the building persisted. A cleaner’s cart rattled distantly in the lower hallways, the whisper of the city’s veins. The offi

The hospital had long since emptied for the night. Corridors that had been alive with the hum of monitors, the soft shuffle of nurses, and the occasional beep of impatient machines were now silent, bathed in pale, flickering fluorescent light. Elena moved cautiously, her footsteps echoing against the tile, carrying her heart along with them. She should have left hours ago, taken a taxi home, shut the door behind her, and locked herself in a world far away from danger.But something pulled her forward, a mix of professional duty and the invisible thread she could not name could not resist. She carried her clipboard tightly, the papers inside rustling faintly as she hurried toward the stairwell.The rooftop door loomed ahead, heavy metal against concrete, a portal to the night and the city sprawled beneath it. She pushed it open, expecting the cold air to soothe her nerves, to offer a brief reprieve from the relentless pull she felt in her chest.She didn’t get the relief she hoped for.