All Chapters of The Surgeon's Debt : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 101: Stolen HeatClara The afternoon sun glinted off the towering glass facade of the city’s most prestigious high-end shopping district. Unlike what I had expected, the mall wasn't shut down for a private viewing—it was buzzing with normal shoppers, stylish couples, and wealthy locals.Yet, as we walked through the grand marble atrium, it felt as though an invisible tide parted the crowds ahead of us.Dante walked at my side, looking imposing and dangerously attractive in his crisp charcoal jacket. Behind us trailed Marco, Alex, and Luca—three broad-shouldered enforcers dressed in dark tailored coats, scanning the balconies with sharp, trained eyes. They tried to look completely serious, but the way Luca kept glancing around like a kid in a candy store ruined the intimidation factor entirely.Our first stop was a luxury boutique showcasing designer resort wear. High-end silk, linen dresses, and tailored summer outfits lined the polished wooden racks under soft, glowing spotl

Chapter 103: Sacred Heat Clara The heavy oak door click-locked behind us, sealing out the rest of the world and leaving only the faint, golden glow of the bedside lamp to cut through the quiet dark. Dante’s hands never left my waist. He held me flushed against him, his broad chest rising and falling in heavy, ragged rhythm against mine."Clara..." his voice was a low, gravelly rasp against my ear, thick with a dark, suffocating restraint. He pulled back just enough to look down into my eyes, his golden gaze burning with a fierce, possessive heat. "Tell me to stop now. Because the second I lay you on that bed, there is no going back."My breath caught in my throat. My heart slammed against my ribs, not out of fear, but from the raw, overwhelming weight of how much I wanted him. I raised my hands, framing his sharp jawline, feeling the rough stubble against my palms, and tilted my head up."Don't stop," I whispered, my voice trembling with unwavering certainty. "I don't want you to st

Chapter 105: High-Altitude DesiresClara The ambient lighting inside the master suite was dim, soft, and soothing, casting a gentle golden hue across the plush white duvet. Outside the large, curved windows, an endless blanket of cotton-white clouds stretched out beneath us, illuminated by the bright afternoon sun.Dante was resting beside me, his long, muscular frame stretched out on the bed. One of his heavy, tattooed arms was wrapped securely around my waist, pulling my back flush against his broad chest as he idly twirled a strand of my dark hair between his long fingers.The soft, steady hum of the jet's engines was hypnotizing. But from just beyond the heavy, soundproofed suite door, the faint, muffled sound of Luca yelling in victory—likely over a video game against Alex in the main lounge—drifted through the air.I giggled softly, leaning my head back against Dante’s shoulder. "Luca is definitely losing to Alex.""He always loses," Dante murmured, his rough, husky voice brush

Chapter 107: Golden Waves and Crimson TidesClara The air inside the master walk-in closet smelled faintly of fresh cedar and tropical salt. I ran my fingers along the hanging racks of brand-new beachwear we had bought during our frantic mall trip a few days ago, finally selecting a emerald-green, one-piece swimsuit with a deep crossover neckline and a matching, floor-length sheer chiffon wrap that tied softly around my waist.I braided my dark hair into a loose side plait, letting a few soft curls frame my face, and slid into a pair of simple leather sandals.When I slid open the heavy glass doors of the master suite and stepped out onto the sun-drenched upper terrace, Dante was already waiting near the railing. He was wearing dark linen shorts and a charcoal gray shirt, completely unbuttoned, exposing his broad, muscular chest and the dark, intricate ink sprawling across his torso down to his waist.As the quiet click of my sandals echoed against the marble tiles, Dante turned arou

Chapter 109: Dark HorizonsDante I waited until Clara’s breathing turned soft, deep, and rhythmic against my chest before I slowly slid my arm out from beneath her. I stood by the bed for a long moment, watching the faint moonlight filter through the glass balcony doors, painting her delicate silhouette in silver. Her dark hair was tangled loosely across the white silk pillows, her chest rising and falling in pure, undisturbed peace.She looked entirely pristine. Fragile, yet grounded—the only anchor keeping my violent world from turning completely black.I leaned down, pressing a ghost of a kiss to her warm forehead, before pulling the duvet up to her shoulders. Slipping into a dark pair of trousers and a loose black shirt, I grabbed my encrypted satellite phone and slipped quietly out of the Master Suite.Downstairs in the main glass lounge, Marco, Alex, and Luca were already waiting near the massive mahogany table. The room was dark, lit only by the blue glow of three high-powered