Todos los capítulos de The Surgeon's Debt : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Chapter 41: The Traces of the StormClara By lunch time, the grueling physical toll of the morning blade training had fully caught up with me. Every muscle in my body throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, and as I sat at the long dining table, I could feel the sharp sting of fresh friction burns on my palms and a darkening bruise blooming near my left wrist.Luca, who was sitting across from me and aggressively stabbing a piece of grilled chicken, suddenly paused. His sharp eyes locked onto my arm, his eyebrows shooting up."Whoa, hold on a minute, Doc," Luca said, pointing his fork toward my wrist. "What is that? Please tell me you just bumped into a doorframe and that Alex didn't actually let you get clipped during the session.""It's just a bruise, Luca," I replied smoothly, picking up my water glass. "Part of the learning curve.""A bruise? Clara, if the Big Boss calls tomorrow for his visual update and he sees a mark on you, he's going to think we used you for target practice!"

Chapter 43: Unspoken Shifts Clara The adrenaline that had carried me through the fight with Marco began to drain away the moment I stepped back into the main house. By the time evening arrived, my entire body was paying the price of my victory. I sat in my room for over an hour, carefully tending to the fresh friction burns on my palms and pressing a cold compress against the deep bruise forming on my left wrist.Yet, as I looked at my reflection in the vanity mirror, I didn't feel like a captive anymore. The memory of Marco frozen beneath my blade, his fierce arrogance completely hollowed out by the cold reality of my steel, brought a quiet, dangerous satisfaction to my chest.When the grandfather clock in the grand hallway chimed for dinner, I rolled down the sleeves of my dark sweater to hide the bandages, steeled my posture, and headed down to the dining room.I expected tension. I braced myself for Marco to be waiting with a renewed, explosive fury, or for Alex to demand an exp

Chapter 45: Property and Lines Dante I released my grip, stepping back from the booth as Venice gasped for air, her manicured hands instantly flying to her throat. She trembled against the leather backrest, the raw, suffocating terror in her eyes a satisfying confirmation that my boundary had been thoroughly drawn. I pulled a silk handkerchief from my breast pocket, methodically wiping the faint trace of her perfume from my palm before tossing the cloth onto the table."Our arrangement stands at ten percent," I said, my voice perfectly flat, returning to the stone-cold slate that ruled the northern valley. "Your father will receive the digital contracts by dawn. I suggest you tell him to keep his enforcers tightly aligned, Venice. If I catch a single delay on my southern supply lines, I will take it out of your family’s territory."Without waiting for her response, I turned on my heel and walked out of the empty restaurant.The humid southern air hit me the moment I stepped onto the

Chapter 47: The Trigger Clara The dining room was unusually hollow the next morning. The grand, polished table—usually a battlefield of quiet tension, dry remarks, and heavy stares—was completely empty.I sat alone, nursing a warm cup of coffee. The silence of the mansion was almost deafening without the low rumbles of the Moretti brothers' voices or Luca’s dramatic banter."Doctor?"I looked up as one of the house staff, a quiet woman named Elena, stepped into the dining room to clear the untouched plates."Where is everyone?" I asked, setting my cup down. "The gym was locked when I walked past it. Is the training canceled today?""Ah, yes, Doctor," Elena replied, bowing her head slightly in respect. "Mr. Alex and Mr. Marco left before dawn for an urgent shipment dispute at the docks. Mr. Luca went to the city to handle some corporate legalities. They will be out for most of the day. You have the run of the house, but we have been instructed to keep the security perimeter tight.""

Chapter 49: The Center of the StormClara My hands wouldn't stop shaking.No matter how hard I pressed my palms against my knees, the violent, rhythmic tremors kept wracking my body. I sat huddled in the corner of my bed in the North Wing, my knees pulled tightly to my chest, staring blankly at the dark space between my feet.The heavy scent of metallic blood and burnt gunpowder was trapped in my throat. Every time I closed my eyes, the deafening BANG of the gun echoed in my ears, and I could feel the wet, heavy thud of the man’s body collapsing onto the hardwood floor of the library.I killed him.As a doctor, my hands were meant to heal, to stitch, to preserve. Tonight, those same hands had pulled a trigger."Clara."I jumped, a sharp gasp escaping my throat as I looked up. Luca was standing near the foot of the bed, his hands raised in a placating, unusually gentle gesture. The typical, cocky swagger he carried was completely gone. His face was pale, his shirt cuffs rolled up, and