All Chapters of The Surgeon’s Revenge Deal: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

AlexNoel came back like a man who'd seen something rearrange the furniture of his entire worldview.His tie was crooked and some of his buttons were opened, revealing his chest without shame. His face was flushed in a way three drinks hadn't managed all night. And his eyes, I'd known Noel long enough to know exactly what that particular glassy shine meant. He only looked like that when he found something worth his attention, which, given his standards, was rarer than most people assumed. I would say that had helped us succeed in our business ventures. His ability to spot the best things."Alex." He grabbed my arm before I could even set my glass down. "You need to come see this.""I'm leaving.""You are NOT." He said it with the kind of conviction that a preacher could use to win a soul. "Trust me. Once. If I'm wrong, I'll cover the Hendricks numbers myself for the next quarter."That got a flicker of interest out of me, mostly because Noel never bet against his own comfort unless he

GwenI smiled at the circle of men surrounding me, the practiced curve of my lips soft and polite, the kind of smile that had opened doors and closed deals for years.I had lost count of how many marriage proposals I had received since I made my image public.Some were subtle — veiled compliments about how a woman like me deserved a partner who could match her ambition. Others were bolder, delivered with champagne in hand and eyes that lingered too long on the curve of my neckline. Tonight alone, I had heard three.I looked at them now, these powerful, polished men in their tailored suits and expensive watches, and felt nothing but disdain curling in my chest. Vultures. Every single one of them. They didn’t see a partner. They saw a trophy – a powerful woman they could bring to her knees, someone whose success would elevate their own egos and bank accounts. They wanted the prestige of having Janessa Cooley on their arm, the bragging rights of taming the woman who built an empire from

GwenGoddamn, she was gorgeous.What was it about her that took all the oxygen from the room? Not to mention the way she sent blood rushing to my crotch. The sight of her brought back memories that caused my cock to surge. But I couldn’t let on. Immediately she caught on to our sudden proximity, she shoved at my chest with a rough violence that made me move two steps backwards. Seeing how flustered she was, and how uneasy the closeness had made her brought some sort of twisted satisfaction to my chest. She was not totally unaffected as she made it appear. "Don't. Touch. Me. Again," she bit out, each word sharp enough to cut, putting even more distance between us with a step back that had her nearly colliding with the machine behind her.I let a slow smile spread across my face, unable to help myself. "You're strong," I said, glancing pointedly at the wrecked treadmill, then back at her. "Most people would've fallen the second that belt hit full speed. You almost managed it on your

Gwen“What the hell is this?” I snapped, turning toward him sharply.Alex glanced at me, one eyebrow raised, but his hand was already moving toward the console.“Turn it off,” I said, the words coming out sharper than I intended. “Just turn it off.”He studied me for a second longer than necessary, then pressed a button. The music cut off mid-line, leaving the car in sudden, heavy silence.I stared out the window, jaw tight, wishing I hadn’t reacted at all. Of all the songs in the world, it had to be that one. “Speechless”. The long, slow one that used to play late at night when everything between us still felt possible. I hated that I recognized it the second the first notes started. I hated that my body had reacted before my brain could stop it.The air inside the car felt thick, almost unbearable, like the temperature had climbed ten degrees in a matter of seconds. I could feel him beside me, the quiet weight of his presence, the occasional glance I refused to return. Every second

GwenThe Ferrari pulled smoothly into traffic, the city sliding past in muted streaks of gray and light. I leaned back against the seat, the tension from the auction still sitting quietly under my skin. Elias kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely near the gear shift, his posture relaxed in that way he always managed even after spending a small fortune in under ten minutes.“You didn’t have to push the bid that high,” I said after a moment.He glanced at me, the corner of his mouth lifting. “You wanted the land. I made sure you got it.”“I wanted the land for the expansion,” I corrected. “Not to start a bidding war with Alexander Thorne.”Elias gave a soft huff of amusement. “He’ll recover. Men like him always do. Besides, that property sits right across from his hospital. If anyone was going to fight for it, it was going to be him. I just made sure he didn’t win.”I watched the buildings pass, thinking through the next steps. The clinic buildings themselves were outd