All Chapters of Back in His Arms, Back in His Game... a Billionaire's Price: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The glow of the Fairfax villa faded, but Natasha's resolve burned brighter. She sat at her dressing table, phone in hand, a sharp smile on her lips.Her thoughts centered on one name: Alina Hart.On her screen, two words appeared: Target. Weakness.Alina’s strength was obvious, her perfect image, her skill as a doctor, her innovations, her heroism. People admired her for it. But admiration could be turned into doubt with the right whispers. Natasha had seen it happen before.She could already picture the headline: “Prodigy Doctor or Skilled Pretender?”It wouldn’t take much, just a few hints about funding, untested methods, or ignored patients. Enough to plant doubt, and once it spread, it wouldn’t go away.Natasha typed three words: “Let’s begin tomorrow.”The reply came instantly: “Consider it done.”She leaned back, smiling. Tomorrow, Alina Hart would learn what it meant to enter a world already claimed by Natasha Fairfax.The next morning, Atheria woke as usual. Sunlight spilled o

The Hart home in Marlowe felt quiet without their mother. Agnes hummed in the kitchen, and the smell of warm bread drifted out. Grandpa Wilfred sat in his armchair with a book, his glasses slipping down his nose. Everything looked calm, normal.But Nathaniel felt the change. He settled by the living room table, laptop open. The screen’s glow lit his hazel eyes, steady and focused. Charlotte had tried to pull him away earlier, tugging his sleeve with a pile of dolls and her usual smile. He had brushed her off, too deep in concentration.He’d seen the news about their Mom that morning. Her face in camera flashes, reporters shouting questions. "Are you and Dr. Evert together?" "Did he fund your research?" The clips played again and again like a storm. Charlotte had shrugged and gone back to her toys. Nathaniel had kept watching.Now his fingers moved quickly and calmly. He followed the online talk the way his Mom had taught him in simple, safe exercises, threads, usernames, small hints b

The night grew deeper, the house quiet except for the soft hum of the city. Alina paused in the hallway, her thoughts heavy. Going back to Atheria had stirred things again, the press, Adam, Sebastian, the Vaughn's, everything tightening around her like a storm waiting to break.Downstairs, Sam and Regina sat in the kitchen. Soft mugs clinked, their quiet laughter drifting up the stairs. Alina smiled to herself. They were her steady place, even if they didn’t know it. And she could see how they felt about each other, both too shy to admit it. Maybe they were closer than they let on. She shook her head, amused, and stepped into the room.“Plotting something without me?” she teased.Alina chuckled and sat down. “I won’t be surprised when you two finally stop hiding how you feel.”They froze, then looked away. Sam scratched the back of his head, glancing at Regina. “We… weren’t expecting you to notice,” he admitted, a little embarrassed.Regina gave a small, sheepish smile and looked down

Charlotte lay pale and still on the hospital bed. IV fluids ran steadily, antibiotics dripped from the bag, and her small hand twitched slightly in Alina's. Alina adjusted the blanket and checked the monitors again, her heart racing even as her mind ran through every possibility."Just a little longer, sweetheart," she whispered. "You're safe now. We'll get through this."Every flicker of her eyelids, every small shiver kept Alina alert. Her dual role was clear: mother and doctor. Each vital sign was a clue; every number on the monitor a warning. She assessed the rising fever, the weakness, the red spots, and considered potential complications.Nathaniel stood close, eyes wide as he watched everything.“Mom… why isn’t her blood working?” he asked softly.Alina knelt beside him, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "Her body is having trouble making healthy blood. Some cells are too low, some too high. That’s why she’s so weak and sick."He frowned. "So… we need to help her rig

Sebastian stood by the tall glass window of his office, staring down at the lights of Atheria. The city glowed, cars moving, towers shining but he barely saw any of it. He looked calm on the outside, but inside he was a mess.Behind him, John waited with his tablet. The soft tick of the office clock filled the room. He didn’t speak, letting the silence stretch.At last, Sebastian turned, eyes sharp. “Say it again.”John straightened. “The hospital sent a private request. They need a very rare blood type, O-negative, Kell-negative, Duffy-negative. The patient is a child. Five-year-old girl. They found a partial match, but the donor can’t give.”The words hung heavy. Sebastian’s jaw tightened.“Did they name the family?”John shook his head. “No, sir. But the request came from Atheria Medical. That means someone important. They don’t send this out unless every option has failed.”Sebastian looked back at the window, thoughts turning. Five years old. Urgent enough for Dr. Philip Evert’s