Alle Kapitel von The Don Chased His Donna Back: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

The head nurse Margaret blocked the office doorway, absolutely refusing to let me go treat Dante Blackwood."Ivy, have you lost your mind? Don't you know how much Don Dante hates you? You're walking straight into humiliation!""I know.""And you're still going?"I wiped my gold-rimmed glasses clean and slid them back onto my nose."One million dollars."Margaret froze.I didn't explain.My brother's kidney transplant was still one million short.I drew in a deep breath.Three years.Dante and I hadn't seen each other in three years.The last time we met, I'd taken off the engagement ring with my own hands and given it back to him.He'd stood in the rain that day, soaked through, his eyes so red they looked ready to bleed.I didn't look back. I got into Dominic's car. Dominic was the Don of Mercer Family. From that day on, the entire hospital knew—Dante Blackwood despised Ivy Ashford.Fate has a cruel sense of humor.Because Dante's stomach surgery could only be performed by me, the ho

I arrived at The Elysium Club and pushed open the door to the private room.Dominic Mercer sat in the middle of the leather sofa, one leg propped up on the coffee table, a glass of liquor in his hand. He looked like he'd had plenty.He smiled when he saw me."That was fast."He set down his glass and stood up.He walked over to me, reached out, and gripped my chin, turning my face side to side."Long time no see. Still as beautiful as ever.""No wonder Dante still can't get over you."I clenched my back teeth and said nothing.He released me, stepped back, and dropped onto the sofa."Kneel.""Do a good job, and I'll keep your brother's medication coming.""Do a bad job..."He smiled but didn't finish.I walked over.I knelt down.Dominic leaned his head back with satisfaction and closed his eyes.My hand slid up his thigh.Soft. Slow.He let out a low groan.In that exact instant—I drew the sterile scalpel from my sleeve.The blade slicing through air made barely a whisper.But the so

I didn't respond.The next day.Dominic didn't let it go.He pulled strings through Mercer Corporation's connections on the medical board and had me fired.The afternoon the news broke, I was packing up my office.My phone buzzed.A news alert."Blackwood Financial Group acquires Eastport General Hospital for 370 million dollars, effective immediately."I froze.Ten minutes later, Dante's consigliere knocked on my door."Dr. Ashford, the Don asked me to inform you that your surgical privileges have been temporarily suspended.""Your new position is the Don's personal assistant.""On call twenty-four hours a day."He handed me a new employment contract. The last line read—Salary: To be discussed.Contract duration: Indefinite.Direct supervisor: Dante Blackwood.I stood in my office holding the contract, not sure whether to laugh or scream.He'd bought an entire hospital just to make me fetch his tea?But I didn't have a choice.Dominic's blacklist was everywhere. If I left this hospit

The lights on the deck were dim.Dominic Mercer sat in an iron chair, holding the end of a chain.The other end was locked around Noah's neck.Noah was on his knees.His face was so swollen his features were barely recognizable.His lips were split open, crusted with dried blood.The moment he saw me, his mouth moved. No sound came out.But I read his lips."Go."Dominic's eyes lit up when he saw me.He stood, brushed off his suit, and smiled like a man who'd just won."Ivy, Ivy, Ivy. I was starting to think you weren't coming.""Well, here I am."He waved a hand behind him.Two of his men walked up carrying another length of chain."Tonight, right here on this deck, I'm going to break you like a dog.""Let your little brother watch his big sister on her knees, licking the bottom of my shoe."I didn't move.I let him come closer.He reached for my hair.The instant his fingers touched the strands, I unzipped my jacket.Three rows of explosives were strapped tight around my waist and ab

It happened on my way home from a night shift.On the Eastport Harbor Bridge, a truck from the opposite lane lost control and smashed through the median barrier.My car was pushed off the bridge.Into the freezing river below.The instant the airbag deployed, a single image flashed through my mind.Dante, sitting on the hospital bed, saying, "You being Ivy is enough."Then everything went dark.When I opened my eyes again, I learned that a fisherman passing by had pulled me out of the water downstream.He'd taken me to a small-town clinic upriver.Concussion. Contusions everywhere. Two cracked ribs.I spent nearly three months lying in that clinic.The first thing I did after recovering was find Noah.Noah had put on weight since the last time I'd seen him.The moment he saw me, he froze for a full ten seconds.Then he cried.A twenty-three-year-old man, crouching on the ground, clinging to my legs, sobbing so hard he could barely breathe."Ivy... they all said you were dead...""Who s