Semua Bab Fated To The Human Doctor : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Christie’s POVRichard hadn't spoken to me in two days. Every time our eyes met in the foyer, he looked away, his jaw tight with disappointment. He wasn't just angry; he was mourning the daughter he thought I was.I spent most of my time in my room, hunched over my laptop, trying to bypass the security blocks on my university account. Every attempt ended in the same flashing red text: ‘Access Revoked.’ Diane hadn’t just locked me out of the house; she had erased my professional identity. I knew then that logic wouldn't save me. I couldn't explain my way out of forged bank statements and a mountain of evidence that Richard was already treating as fact. If I wanted my life back, I had to find the truth Diane was hiding.I waited until the house settled into its afternoon lull. Richard was at the office, and I heard the front door close as Diane and Anna left for another lunch with their high-society friends. I slipped out of my room and moved toward Diane’s private study at the end of

Christie's POV The sound of my bedroom door hitting the wall was louder than any of the thoughts in my head. I jumped, dropping the small notebook I had been gripping. Diane stood in the doorway, her eyes wide and bloodshot. She didn't look like the polished woman who had hosted tea for the governor’s wife last week. She looked like she was unraveling."Where is it, Christie?" she demanded, walking toward me. She didn't stop until she was inches from my face. "I know you were in my study. I can smell that lab floor on everything I touch in there.""I don't know what you're talking about, Mom," I said. I tried to keep my voice steady, but my heart was thumping against my ribs."Don't lie to me," she snapped. She grabbed my arm, her nails digging into my skin. "You’ve been sneaking around this house like a thief since you got back. You’re the reason Richard left this morning in such a rage. He told me if I didn't settle this debt before he returned from his trip, he was going to start

Lyon's POV I didn't give Kendra time to finish her sentence. I moved across the room in a blur, my hand hitting the door and slamming it shut with a force that rattled the glass walls of the penthouse. I heard her footsteps retreating fast down the hallway, her scent of lavender vanishing as she fled toward the elevators. I stood there for a second, my chest heaving, trying to force the gold back out of my eyes. I turned around to find Christie standing by the wall where I had left her. She looked shaken, her fingers twisting the hem of her shirt. "How did she get here?" she asked. Her voice was small. I walked back toward her. I didn't want any space between us. "She’s came all the way from the North. She was in my bed when I got back here earlier, trying to get her hands on me. I sent her away, but Kendra clearly hasn't learned her lesson. She must have stolen a card from the front desk or tracked me through the pack." Christie looked at the bed, then back at me. "She

Christie's POV The look on Julian’s face changed the moment his phone buzzed. As he looked at the screen, his expression went flat. The color drained from his cheeks. He didn't say a word; he just stared at the device as if it had turned into a snake."What is it, Julian? Wasn't she bluffing?" Diane asked, her voice sharp with impatience. "Just give her the pen. Let’s get this over with before Richard gets back."Julian didn't move. "The debt," he whispered. His voice was thin. "It’s gone.""Of course it’s gone, you're settling it now," Diane said, reaching for the papers."No," Julian snapped, pulling the documents back. "I mean it’s been bought. The entire portfolio. The bridge loans, the gambling markers, the liens. Everything was transferred to a private firm five minutes ago. I don't hold the debt anymore, Diane. I have no standing here."The front door swung inward with a heavy force that made everyone freeze. Lyon walked in. He was in a dark, tailored suit that emphasized h

Lyon's POV I didn't wait for my brain to process the move. I was already in the air. As Julian lunged, I threw my weight across the corner of the desk, my shoulder slamming into his ribs. The impact made a sickening thud. Julian gasped as he was knocked sideways, his feet leaving the floor before he crashed into a heavy bookshelf.The injector flew out of his hand. It spun through the air, the glass glinting under the study lights, before it landed on the rug right at Christie’s feet. I didn't stop. I stepped over the edge of the desk and planted my boot firmly in the center of Julian’s chest, pinning him to the floor. He groaned, his hands clawing at my leg, but I put enough pressure on his sternum to make him stop breathing for a second."Try that again," I growled, my voice sounding more like a wolf than a man. "See what happens to your neck."Christie was trembling. She stared at the small glass tube on the floor, then slowly reached down and picked it up. She held it with two