Semua Bab Back in His Arms, Back in His Game... a Billionaire's Price: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Three days had passed in a blur. Alina barely remembered the last time she had slept properly. The hospital had become her world: monitors, databases, endless calls. Every lead for a donor ended in disappointment.Back in Dr. Philip Evert’s office, the three of them huddled over a cluttered desk. Alina stared at the stacks of papers, her mind spinning. Adam stood nearby, phone in hand, updating contacts and checking donors. Philip leaned against the desk, scanning reports.“We’ve checked every hospital, private bank, even overseas,” Dr. Philip said quietly. “Nothing usable yet. Finding a match will take time, there’s nothing available right away.”Alina shook her head. “There has to be someone we haven’t thought of. Charlotte’s condition is worsening… and time is running out.”Adam’s voice was calm but firm. “We’ve done everything we can. The donor has to be a perfect match. Her blood type is rare, and every day matters.”Dr. Philip rubbed his forehead. “Even if we find someone, arran

The private jet was quiet, the soft hum of the engines filling the tense air. Alina buckled her seatbelt, her fingers tightening on the armrests as her heart raced. The meeting on the rooftop still echoed through her, mixing with exhaustion and fear. Charlotte’s life was hanging by a thread, and every second counted.Sebastian sat across from her, the cabin lights casting sharp shadows on his face. John stepped forward with a glass of whiskey, but Alina’s voice stopped him, calm and firm.“You’re donating,” she said, meeting Sebastian’s eyes. “No drinking.”Sebastian paused, then put the glass down. “Okay,” he said quietly, serious and focused.The jet hummed steadily, engines a soft, constant drone. Between them hung a quiet tension, heavy and unspoken. Every look, every breath carried the weight of their past and the urgency of the moment.Alina pressed her palms together, steadying herself. "Regina and my team are ready. Everything will be set when we land."Sebastian finally looke

The air in the room felt heavy, every second stretched thin. The soft beeping of the monitors was the only sound, steady and sharp in the silence. Every movement felt louder, every breath taken with care.Alina leaned in, eyes on the monitor as new numbers appeared. She adjusted the settings quickly. “Push the results through,” she said, calm but firm. “We need them now.”Across the hall, the air felt colder. Sebastian sat on the edge of the bed, shirt off, posture stiff, shoulders tight, jaw set. He waited for the final clearance that could decide everything.Regina moved with steady focus, pressing the stethoscope to his chest and back, listening carefully. A nurse stood nearby, preparing syringes and lining up empty vials. Their movements were fast and practiced.Sebastian barely noticed. His mind was with Charlotte, picturing her small, pale body struggling under the IV lines.“Lungs are clear,” Regina said, removing the stethoscope. She wrapped the blood pressure cuff around his

The consultation room felt small, the air heavy with pressure. The fluorescent lights cast a cold, dim glow far too calm for the urgency tightening around them.Alina opened the envelope with steady hands. The moment her eyes caught the first line, she froze. The words hit like ice, stealing her breath as the paper trembled. Everything since Charlotte collapsed had led to this moment.Sebastian noticed instantly. “What is it?” His voice was tight.“Preliminary HLA results,” Alina said quietly. “You’re a partial match for Charlotte.”Sebastian’s jaw flexed. “Partial? What does that mean for her?”“It means a half-match,” she said, finally meeting his eyes. “A higher risk of graft-versus-host disease, serious complications. If the transplant fails, her leukemia could return even stronger.”He looked at the forms scattered on the table. “Then all of this, what is it for?”“This is our safer option,” Alina said, tapping her tablet. “The targeted stem-cell therapy I developed at Atheria. N

Secrets in Atheria usually hung in the air like a faint scent. But this time, Sebastian Vaughn had closed every door, even to her.Natasha paused, phone in hand, frustration rising. Sebastian gone for days, his staff refusing to say where he is. What is he up to?She slid into her car. Sonia, her assistant, sat beside her, tablet in hand.“Not home,” Natasha told the driver. “Take me to the studio.”Turning to Sonia, she said, “Start calling every hospital and clinic on this list. Find out if Alina Hart’s been anywhere. Someone must know where Sebastian went or anything linked to that woman.”Sonia's fingers moved fast. "Where should I start?"“Local first,” Natasha said, scrolling through missed calls to Sebastian and John. She paused at a private number. “Vino.”“Natasha Fairfax,” Vino Simms said smoothly, head of PR at Vaughn Enterprises. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten me."“Cut the games. Sebastian’s off the grid, and his security won’t talk. I need information.”A low