All Chapters of Only Her Touch: The CEO’s Forbidden Doctor: Chapter 51 - Chapter 56

David’s POVI didn’t sleep that night.Every time I closed my eyes, the same images surfaced—uninvited, relentless.Alice, sitting in the corner of the room during the livestream, wrapped in that thin shawl, her shoulders drawn in as if she were trying to make herself smaller.Camilla’s voice echoed even louder.“Daddy… why didn’t you say you were Daddy?”The words lodged in my chest and refused to leave.By morning, the family summons had already arrived.No explanation. No discussion. Just an order.The old matriarch sat at the head of the room, her dragon-headed cane planted firmly against the floor. That cane wasn’t decoration. It was a reminder. Authority. Control. Legacy.The elders beside her wore the same expressions they always did when someone crossed a line—tight mouths, narrowed eyes, the collective look of men and women who believed the family outweighed everything else.“For a woman with a questionable background,” the old lady snapped, “and a child of unknown origin, yo

Alice’s POVEarly morning.Bel-Air Manor was wrapped in a thin veil of fog. The scent of wet grass and leaves drifted in through the open windows. Peaceful. Natural.Except the study. The study had no moisture. No life. Just dry, heavy air. The document on the mahogany desk had sucked it all out.David stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows. Back to me. No coffee. No whiskey. Nothing to soften the tension. Morning light cut along his broad shoulders. Couldn’t reach his face. Couldn’t touch the dark storm inside.“The draft agreement is ready,” he said. The silence cracked. “Lawyers finalized it. You can check it. Any unreasonable terms—we discuss. But in principle, this is the best solution right now.”He tapped the thick stack of paper with long, sharp fingers. The sound echoed in the room.I stepped closer. My gaze fell on the cover. Black bold letters: [Nominal Engagement and Strategic Cooperation Agreement]. No flourish. No pretension. Just stark intent.I opened to the first page.

Alice’s POVAfter the gala, Beverly Hills fell into a silence that felt almost sacred.The kind of quiet that only comes after too much light, too many cameras, too many eyes pretending not to judge.By the time we got back to the house, it was already close to eleven.Camilla should’ve been asleep. The nanny always had her down by nine, no exceptions. That was the routine. The kind David paid for, down to the minute.But when we pushed open the door to the second-floor lounge, the room wasn’t empty.Camilla was sitting cross-legged on the rug in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, her back straight, her small arms wrapped around that old, threadbare teddy bear she’d refused to replace no matter how many new ones showed up in gift boxes.She was staring at the moon.Not crying.Not scared.Just… thinking.“Camilla?” My voice came out sharper than I meant it to. “Why are you still up?”I forgot about the heavy velvet of my gown, forgot about the heels digging into my feet. I crossed