All Chapters of The Brilliant Second Life of Doctor 'Vicious' Harper: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

As soon as Elliot sat down, Director Mundane wasted no time.“Dr. Porter, what’s the current condition of your patient, Belinda? Is she ready to be discharged?”Elliot’s face tightened, a flicker of panic flashing in his rat-like eyes.“Her condition is unstable. She can’t be discharged.”“In what way unstable?” Reese snapped before he could stop himself.Elliot’s head jerked toward him. “And who are you supposed to be? Family? I’ve never seen you before.”He was clearly trying to deflect attention—after all, not just anyone could waltz into a psychiatric facility.Reese hesitated, about to speak, but Harper jumped in quickly. “He’s my colleague. We came together.”Chase’s cold gaze flicked toward Reese, his face a mask of frost.Elliot, seeing that no one else seemed ready to challenge him, regained a bit of confidence. “Belinda suffers from severe mental disorders—hysteria, manic episodes, extreme volatility. She’s dangerous. I don’t understand why your research department would be

Harper tugged restlessly at her clothes, her movements frantic and uncontrolled. Chase reached for her hands, but she was faster — trembling, lost, and completely unaware of herself.He clenched his jaw, eyes burning red with restraint. “Harper! Snap out of it!”The raw emotion in his voice broke through the heavy air. It wasn’t just anger — it was fear, confusion, and something far more dangerous brewing beneath the surface.“Please…” she murmured incoherently, her voice barely more than a broken whisper.Harper had lost all sense of reason. Her whole body burned as if caught in a fever she couldn’t escape.Chase’s eyes darkened, his control slipping by the second. For a moment, he almost wished he could shake her out of it—anything to stop the madness rising between them.His Adam’s apple moved sharply as he forced himself to breathe, each inhale like swallowing fire. He shot Zane a cold, deadly glare. “Faster.”“Boss, unless you’ve got a rocket, this is it!” Zane’s voice shook as s

The next day someone lay in bed, tormented and unable to stop replaying the night. His dreams were full of the girl’s breathy sounds and two bodies tangled together — and a pleasure he hated himself for wanting.The thought made his chest tighten, and, with it, another reaction came.“Left hand, right hand, one slow move…”Chase was woken by a teasing, suggestive song.Through his narrow eyes, he saw AI Doctor standing opposite him, hands flailing and laughing.“Good morning, Young Master! As your family doctor, a gentle reminder: last night your… performance was exceptional, but overindulgence is bad for your health…”The temperature in the room seemed to drop instantly. Chase’s gaze sharpened, lethal and cold.Ai Doctor’s chest heaved nervously, and her voice trembled.“Young Master… I know that after I say this, we might never meet again, but your… map on the sheets suggests that… everything is functioning perfectly…”A pause, then:“Uh… goodbye, friends!”…Harper slept until noon

Harper had already lost count of how many times she’d been told to “get out” by him.The Young Master Gallagher had indeed earned his reputation as a cold, unpredictable ruler—not only ruthless but utterly capricious.She silently assessed him in her mind. His defenses were far too strong; taking him down would require a lot more careful planning.No sooner had she stepped out of the luxurious palace than she was immediately swarmed by paparazzi waiting at the gates.Flashes went off erratically, and microphones nearly poked her in the face.Each one of them seemed wired on adrenaline, eyes bright and demanding. “Ms. Reeves, hello! Are you the Young Master Gallagher’s fiancée?”At this point, denying it was impossible—every move she made was being monitored by Chase himself.“Yes, I am. Is there a problem?”The paparazzi ignored her, diving straight into prying questions. “Are you already living together? Is the young master really like the rumors say?”Even more pointed: “Does the yo

Harper’s mind flashed with memories of past hatred.She had been dragged into his electric shock treatment room, forced to perform humiliating acts for his camera. One misstep, and he’d shock her. Even as her life nearly ended, his torment never ceased…She seethed!She wanted to tear him apart, bone by bone!“Come on! Let’s drink!” Elliot urged, relentless.Belinda resisted him, instinctively withdrawing her hand.Harper snapped back to the present, grabbing the wine glass from Belinda, her eyes burning red.Elliot leered at her, shamelessly letting his gaze roam, clinking his glass against hers.“Pretty Harper, cheers!”Harper wanted to smash the bottle over his head, but that would give Phoebe grounds to accuse her of violence, potentially dragging past incidents involving Theo into the mess.Elliot pressed his advantage, forcing Harper to drink several rounds, then went after Belinda’s weak spot, pushing her to raise her glass.Suppressing the boiling rage inside, Harper drank her