All Chapters of Under the Mistletoe with my Ex's Brother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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I'm not barren

You gave me nothing

YOU GAVE ME NOTHING Scarlet"Mrs Co–" the lawyer, Mr. Park, caught himself as I sat in front of him, my hands folded in my lap. "Ms. Scarlet. Welcome."I nodded slightly, my eyes taking in his office. Cramped, with files stacked in every corner and a dying plant on his desk. It was very different from the sleek, modern offices Lucas's lawyers occupied.I sighed. It was all I could afford anyway."I've reviewed your case," he started carefully, flipping through papers. "I have to say, this won't be easy."My heart thumped. Of course I knew it wouldn't. It was me against a man with enough resources to destroy everything I had in seconds. But I couldn't let fear stop me now."I know."He raised a brow, studying me. "Your husband has the best legal team in the city—enough resources to fight you on everything."I took a long breath. "I'm not asking for much. I just want out."Mr. Park leaned back. "You don't understand. You have rights. You're entitled to more than you realize. Ten years

Going back home

GOING BACK HOME Scarlet Five years later “Suction,” I said calmly and the resident doctor beside me obeyed instantly, his gloved hands dropping the tools in my own bloodied hand.The operating room was silent except for the steady beat of the monitors and my own voice when I occasionally instructed the doctors and nurses under me.The tumor was aggressive, wrapped around critical brain tissue around like a vine. Beads of sweat broke out of my face and I immediately felt a nurse dab it away with a small towel.“The tumors are out,” I announced three hours later, releasing a heavy sigh. “Close him up now.”The room immediately exhaled collectively, while some group applauded me for another successful surgery yet again. I smiled back at them in gratitude and I walked tiredly back to my office after cleaning up.I picked up my phone on the desk and as I checked the time, my eyes briefly met the picture on my desk. It was a single photo of my son, Jace with a wide toothed grin as he hel

I hate Christmas season

I Hate Christmas Season DamianIt had been an hour since I finished my meeting, but I was still stuck here in this overly crowded place, festival music playing too loud while I waited for my driver who was stuck in the festival traffic.And then one would wonder why I hated the Christmas season so much.I kept my head down as I walked through the crowd, though people instinctively stepped aside, giving way for me to pass. It had always been like that. Something about my presence always seemed to intimidate them.I preferred it that way, anyway.I was nearly at the exit gate when I felt something small and solid crash into me. The impact was so minimal, I barely moved—but I heard a soft thud and a tiny pained whimper.I looked down. It was a child. Not more than five years of age. Beside him was an ice cream that had begun to melt.I wanted to ignore him and continue to the exit, but then I saw his eyes well with tears, a small tremble in his lower lip. I groaned under my breath and t

She's not a real doctor 1

SHE'S NOT A REAL DOCTOR 1Scarlet's Pov I stood in front of the Grand Mount Hotel, Jace's hand gripped in mine, while my other hand clutched the expensive bottle of wine I'd picked up earlier.The hotel was massive—all glass and gold, dripping with wealth and pretension. Valets rushed around, opening doors for guests in designer gowns and tuxedos.I looked down at my outfit—a simple jean and a cozy sweater. Nice, but not formal.My stomach dropped.Jace tugged my hand. "Mommy, this place is so fancy! Are we going to a party?""Something like that, baby."But dread was already creeping up my spine. Damian had said "family dinner." He hadn't mentioned it was a formal event at a five-star hotel.Why hadn't he told me?I looked down at Jace in his cute but casual button-up and khakis. We were going to stick out like sore thumbs."Why do you look worried, Mommy?""I'm not worried, sweetheart. Just... thinking."Why had I agreed to this again?"Come to the Christmas dinner," Damian had sai

The reveal

THE REVEALThe ballroom fell silent.Dr. Kim's voice cut through the chaos like a gunshot. "Everyone, step back! Dr. Scarlet Hayes is the Chief of Neurosurgery at Seattle Grace Medical Center!"The words hung in the air for a moment, suspended in disbelief.Then the gasps came.I watched my mother's face drain of color. Her champagne glass slipped from her fingers, shattering against the marble floor. The sound echoed through the sudden quiet.Savannah's mouth fell open. She looked like someone had just slapped her across the face.Lucas stared at me like I was a ghost. Like I was someone he'd never seen before in his entire life.My father's face turned red. That angry, dangerous red I remembered from my childhood. His hands clenched into fists at his sides.But I didn't have time to enjoy their shock.I ran towards the man, pushing through the crowd that now stared at me with shock and slight adoration. I dropped to my knees beside the collapsed man. My training kicked in immediate

Running away to play hero?

RUNNING AWAY TO PLAY HERO?When I reached Damian, I couldn't quite meet his eyes."I have to go. There's a child's life in danger, and I'm the only one available,” I said quietly before glancing at my little boy who was still in Damian's arm."I know," Damian said. "A nineteen-year-old boy. He has a serious head trauma." My voice cracked slightly. "He'll die if I don't operate."Damian nodded once. Just a small dip of his chin, like he knew exactly what I was thinking. The guilt that ran through my head for choosing a stranger against my son."Go. It's your job. Your responsibility.”"But Jace—""I'll watch him."“What– what about my parents? My family— they are here. I can't leave him with them. If they really see Jace… Lucas could see the resemb—” before I could complete my sentence, he touched my arm, his skin igniting a strange spark in me. I flinched away due to reflex.Something flashed in his eyes. Hurt or Understanding? I couldn't really tell.“Don't worry. No one will know a

Under pressure

UNDER PRESSURE Dr. Kim noticed. Of course she did. "You okay?" "I just left my five-year-old son with a man I barely know." "Damian Cole?" Dr. Kim raised an eyebrow. "His reputation is solid. Ruthless in business, but honorable. If he says he'll watch Jace, he'll watch Jace." "That's supposed to make me feel better?" "It should." The ambulance screamed through the streets. I closed my eyes and tried to center myself. Focus on the surgery. Focus on what I could control. "Walk me through it… Everything," I said. Dr. Kim pulled out her tablet, showing me the CT scans. Large subdural hematoma on the right side. The blood was pushing his brain to the left, creating a significant midline shift. And the brainstem was compressed. "Jesus," I breathed. His condition looked really bad. Really really bad. What really happened to him? "GCS was six when they brought him in," Dr. Kim said. "They're intubating him now." Glasgow Coma Scale of six. That meant he was barely responsive. Deep

I'm here sweetheart

I'M HERE, SWEETHEART The cab dropped me off at the hotel just after three in the morning. I was still in my scrubs. No coat despite the freezing December air. My hair was falling out of its ponytail. I probably looked like hell. But none of that mattered. I just needed to see my son. The lobby was nearly empty. Just a night clerk who nodded at me as I passed. The elevator ride to my floor felt endless. When I reached my suite, my hands shook as I fumbled with the key card. It took three tries before the light turned green. I pushed the door open. And froze. My suite was full of people. My mother sat on the couch like she owned the place, her posture perfect even at this ungodly hour. Savannah lounged in the armchair, scrolling through her phone with a bored expression. My father stood by the window, arms crossed over his chest. And Lucas hovered near the bedroom door, looking like he'd been there for hours. But my eyes went immediately to Damian. He sat in th

THE SUSPICION

THE SUSPICION The question hung in the air, stinging me like she'd just sliced me with a knife I couldn't move, neither could I breathe. How could they accuse me of such a thing when they were the one who had watched Savannah cheat with my husband. Because they believed I was fucking barren?! Lucas's eyes were still locked on Jace, studying every feature of my son's face. I grabbed his face and pressed it on my blossom. "Don't blame us for insinuating it. You never told us who the child belonged to," Lucas said slowly, his voice strange. Hollow. I finally found my voice. "You already know. He's my son. Now all of you need to leave." "Your son," Lucas repeated. He wasn't moving or blinking. Just staring at Jace like he was trying to solve a puzzle. "Savannah is right, isn't she?" my mother said, and there was something almost gleeful in her tone. Like she'd just discovered a delicious secret. She stepped forward and her hand stretched like she wanted to hold Jace, b

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