All Chapters of Timothy; My Forbidden Temptation: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The heavy glass doors of the Christoff Private Hospital slid open with a hiss, swallowing Ethan into a world of polished marble and the sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic.The moment the vehicle had come to a halt, Chloe couldn't even wait for the engine to die. She’d scrambled out, speeding towards the entrance with a frantic energy that left Ethan staring at the empty passenger seat."She’s not even your mother," Ethan muttered under his breath, his fingers lingering on the steering wheel.When he finally stepped out, the almost-midnight breeze hit his face, offering a split second of relief that did nothing for the throbbing in his heart. His stomach was a mess of knots—a rumbling he knew had nothing to do with hunger. He was nervous. It was a raw, sickening sensation he’d never felt for any man before, but Tim Dorian had somehow become the exception to every rule Ethan lived by.He took a deep breath, smoothing the front of his jacket to comport himself, but the sharp, insistent r

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The Wellman estate was a tomb of silent marble and shifting shadows. Ethan moved through the grand foyer, his boots thudding against the stone with a rhythmic, angry pulse. He had slammed the car door so hard back in the driveway that the glass had groaned, and that same violent vibration was still thrumming in his bones.The house was cast in a haunting, dim light. In certain corridors, the darkness was absolute, but the architectural skylights and mirrored ceilings allowed the silver moonlight to spill down, illuminating the space like a stage. It was past midnight; the staff had retired to their quarters, and the silence should have been a sanctuary.Good, Ethan thought, his jaw tight as he reached the staircase. He couldn't stand the thought of an audience. He especially couldn't stand the thought of facing the woman at the centre of this web.But just as he rounded the corner toward the sanctuary of his bedroom, a voice—sharp as a razor and just as cold sliced through the stillne

The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Wellman Corporate Tower, but for Ethan, the light felt abrasive, exposing the dark circles beneath his eyes that no amount of expensive grooming could hide. It was 10:15 AM. The coffee on his desk had gone cold, untouched, as he stared at a laptop screen filled with architectural blueprints."Yes, come in," Ethan murmured, not looking up.The heavy oak door creaked open. Carl, Ethan’s long-time assistant, stepped in with a measured, hushed tread. He held a thick brown leather file against his chest like a shield."Mr Wellman, here are the documents for your review," Carl said, placing the file on the edge of the mahogany desk.Ethan finally pulled his gaze from the screen, his neck stiff. He glanced at the file. "Thank you, Carl. Are these from my mother?""Yes, sir. From Ms Madison. She requested that you sign them before leaving the office today. She mentioned they were time-sensitive."Ethan nodded, the weight of

The air in the VIP wing of Christoff Private didn’t smell like a hospital. There was no sharp scent of antiseptic or the heavy, metallic tang of blood. Instead, it smelled of lilies and expensive vanilla candles—a manufactured comfort designed for the elite who refused to acknowledge their own mortality. This wasn't just a ward; it was a sanctuary of medical luxury, a home away from home where the wealthy could suffer in silence behind velvet curtains.Timothy moved through the corridor with a heavy tread, his mind a storm of unanswered texts and corporate wreckage. When he pushed open the door to Olivia’s room, the sight of her brought a momentary pause to his racing thoughts. She was sitting up, propped against ivory silk pillows. The expensive, specialised medications were finally doing their job, bringing a faint, healthy flush back to her cheeks, yet the threat to her life still loomed like a shadow in the corner of the room.Tim walked to the bed, leaning down to press a soft ki