All Chapters of Trapped by the Cold Doctor : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Damien Cole POV. The sharp scent of antiseptic clung to the air, laced with the faint metallic tang of blood. The operating room was cold and sterile, like everything else in my life lately. I stepped away from the surgical table, my limbs dragging with exhaustion. The heart transplant had been a success, but it had drained every last drop of energy from me. Six straight hours, every second spent dancing on the edge between life and death. That’s what I do to pull people back from the edge. Even when I’m the one hanging off it. My hands were shaking as I peeled off my gloves. The adrenaline was still buzzing in my veins, refusing to let me rest. I wanted to feel triumphant. Relief. But lately, the victories have felt hollow. I tossed the gloves and scrubs into the bin and splashed cold water onto my face. The shock of it stung, but it was the only thing that felt real. Gripping the sides of the sink, I leaned in and stared at my reflection. The man in the mirror barely looke

But then He stopped. He just stopped. He rolled away from me, onto his back, lying flat at the edge of the bed. The silence that followed was unbearable. I stayed still, stunned. My heart thudded in my chest as my thoughts spun with panic. Why did he stop? Did I do something wrong? Did he see through me? Did he sense the hesitation I tried to hide, the shame I couldn't scrub off no matter how many times I played pretend? Maybe he could feel that I wasn't used to being touched as I mattered. The minutes ticked by, thick and heavy. An hour passed, maybe more. I kept my eyes on the ceiling, afraid to move, afraid to breathe too loudly. He didn’t say a word. Just when I started to believe he’d fallen asleep, his arm reached out and wrapped around my waist. He pulled me into him, his chest warm against my back. “Just sleep,” he whispered, his voice like gravel in the dark. “I don’t think I want to have sex with you.” My heart cracked. The words weren’t cruel, but they lande

I stepped out of the cab, tossed a few crumpled bills at the driver, and slammed the door behind me. The gate creaked as I pushed it open, and I dragged my feet toward my apartment, every step heavier than the last. “Hey, sis!” Amaya called from the doorway, her usual too-cheerful tone scraping my nerves. She leaned in to kiss my cheek. I jerked back. “Back off,” I muttered without looking at her. Her smile faltered, but she didn’t say anything. She never did anymore. She was used to this version of me. I walked past her and headed straight to the kitchen. My throat was dry, raw from holding back too many words I never got to scream. I opened the fridge and grabbed the coldest bottle I could find. The chill bit into my palm, grounding me for a second. Amaya hovered nearby, silent. I poured the water into a glass and drank like I hadn’t had a drop in days. The coolness slid down my throat, but it did nothing to quench the fire that burned beneath my skin. I could feel her watchi

I turned to the door and couldn't help but smile. "Come in, princess." The door flew open, and there she was, my seven-year-old whirlwind of joy, bursting into the room with her usual energy. I laughed, arms open. She rushed into them without hesitation, and I hugged her like I hadn't seen her in years. She melted into me, her tiny hands wrapped around my neck. I smothered her cheeks with kisses, making her giggle uncontrollably. "I missed you!" she squealed, holding a plate with leftover strawberry cake. Her favorite. "Yummy," I said, pretending to take a huge bite. "You're the best." I kissed her forehead softly. "I'm sorry, princess," I murmured. "Something came up last night. That's why I had to stay at the hospital. But don't worry. I'm all yours today. Not going anywhere." She beamed, her head resting against my chest like that was where she truly belonged. I closed my eyes for a moment. She was everything to me. My joy, my peace. I had fought tooth and nail to win full

The car came to a halt inside the mansion and the guards alighted to open the car door for her. "What's the special treatment?" I thought as I stepped down from the Porsche. I raised my head to take a full look at the building and my mouth was left hanging. The house itself screams of richness, the construction alone made me swallow hard. The tall building was standing proudly and beautifully. It was a cool gold color used to paint the whole house. Once you take a glance at the house, you'll know the owner is swimming in wealth. "Miss Kayla, can you please come with me?" one of the guards said to me. I felt embarrassed that they had caught me staring and gasping at the mansion. "Okay." I said slowly and started walking behind him. I counted the bodyguards outside, and there were up to twenty. Really? I was now sitting on the couch taking in the lush appearance of the living room. The rubber part of the house smelled richer. It's more beautiful than the outer part. The shiny