Semua Bab Be Mine, Doctor!: Bab 11 - Bab 20

At night, at the Crystal Hotel... “Hey, Luna! Wait—listen to me!” The man pulled her a little roughly. His fingers gripped Luna's wrist tightly, causing her to stop in her spot. Her body jerked backward, her breath caught in her throat. “The blind date isn't over yet, Luna!” "What are you doing? Why did you leave the room? How dare you?!" His tone was cold, mixed with emotions that were clearly visible on his face. His gaze was sharp as he stared at Luna, showing that he was used to giving orders, not understanding. “Dad, seriously? Are you crazy or what?” Her voice trembled, her gaze sharpened, staring seriously. “You’re asking me to go on a blind date with a fifty-year-old man? Do you realize what you’re doing? He’s even older than you!” Luna couldn't believe it. Her dad—Harry Henderson, was well known in business circles—but not more than Nick. He was cold, cunning, and calculating. And tonight, he proved one more thing: he didn't care at all about his daughter's

“I-I am a virgin, and she’s not!” The words fell through the air like a final bullet—short, simple, but hitting their mark. The air around them seemed to freeze. For a moment, the world seemed to stop moving. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. She realized what she had just said when the sound of his heartbeat pounded too loudly in her ears. Nick smiled without showing his teeth. It was not a friendly smile, but the smile of a man who had just discovered something he never expected—something far more dangerous: interest. His gaze remained fixed on Luna, tracing her innocent face as she tried to hold her own against the pressure she had created. It never crossed his mind that Luna would respond that far. “You idiot! You don't even know how to lie. You look so desperate answering like that, Luna,” Nick thought to himself. But that was precisely where his attraction lay—not in the answer itself, but in the naive courage that accompanied her. At the moment, Nic

The tall building stood gracefully in the middle of the city, standing strong as if it were a silent witness to the thousands of sacred promises that had been made within it. The shiny marble walls reflected the light from the crystal chandeliers, creating a grand impression—cold, yet full of meaning. This place was not just a building. It was the beginning of a new life, or perhaps... the beginning of an invisible prison. Luna stood still. In her hand, she clutched a small red book tightly. Her fingers trembled slightly as her thumb traced the cover, as if she still couldn't believe that this object was now a part of her life. The book contained two photos. Herself... and a man with cold eyes who was now—legally and indisputably—her husband. Yes, her husband. Luna swallowed hard. She was now legally his mine. “This is real, I got married so quickly, I still can not believe it,” she said to herself. She sighed deeply, her gaze falling back on the name printed neatl

Luna walked down the long hallway of the mansion. Each step echoed softly on the shiny marble floor, as if reminding her that she was now part of the Lancaster family. The glittering crystal chandeliers on the ceiling reflected golden light, making the hallway look like a path to something grand—and frightening at the same time. Old paintings in gold frames adorned the high walls on the right and left. The faces of foreign aristocrats stared at her with cold eyes, as if judging her presence in such a luxurious place. Luna followed Donna. She was already familiar with the direction. Her body may have moved forward, but her heart lagged a few seconds behind, filled with doubt and nervousness that she couldn't hide. The room she had visited before, when the man turned on— “Come here, Luna, come in.” Donna's voice sounded calm, almost too relaxed, as if what lay behind the door was the most natural thing in the world. Luna stepped into the room cautiously. Her eyes immed

Silence covered the grand room like an invisible pressure. The air felt heavier than before, as if the marble-lined walls were also keeping an unspoken secret. Only the sound of water trickling from the shower behind the bathroom door—rhythmic, calm, yet somehow making Luna's chest feel tight. She sat on the king-size bed, her back straight but her shoulders slightly slumped. Her hands clasped together on her lap, her fingers cold despite the warm room temperature. Her eyes were downcast, staring at the white sheets that were too clean, too expensive, too foreign to her. This was definitely not her world. The memory of what had happened a few minutes ago—when Nick had suddenly kissed her neck—kept spinning in her head—the way Nick had approached her, his low voice, his gaze that seemed to penetrate even the strongest defenses. Luna shook her head slowly, trying to calm herself. “Calm down, Luna. This is just a contract marriage. Nothing more.” She thought. A few minutes pass