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All Chapters of YES NURSE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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1. The Resident

“I don’t care where or how you’re gonna do it, John! Find someone!” The furious voice cut right through the silence of the lobby where Spirit Browne was seated with her messenger bag strapped to her shoulder. It was her first official day at Voss Memorial Hospital as a licensed Registered Nurse resident. She was supposed to be waiting for her residency supervisor, but the fuming woman behind the desk caught her attention. Her name tag read Katherine Hayes, Nursing Director. “Three private agency nurses walked out this morning because they refused to deal with them,” Katherine hissed into her desk phone, her sharp eyes scanning a stack of documents. “The Chairman is threatening to fire the entire administrative board if we don’t have a nurse at the estate in thirty minutes. Just pull a float nurse! I’ll cover the liability!” A pause. Katherine closed her eyes, rubbing her temples. “No one wants the shift? Even with a five-thousand-dollar emergency bonus? Damn it.” She slam

2. Telepathic Sickness

Spirit froze, the kit suddenly weighing a hundred pounds. If she went back to the hospital now, she would lose the five-thousand-dollar bonus. Worse, Katherine would know she had failed on her very first day, completely ruining her credibility before her residency even truly began. She thought of Liam’s school fees, thought of the empty pantry, and her student loan, which she had to pay back in six months. Stand your ground, she commanded herself. She forced her voice into the calm tone she’d practiced during clinical simulations. “Listen to me, Mr. Voss,” Spirit said, squaring her shoulders. “I am a licensed Registered Nurse, not a babysitter. Your grandfather signed a medical directive for three days of continuous private care, and I have signed a legally binding corporate NDA. If you have a grievance with his arrangement, you are welcome to call his office. Until then, I am entering this house and doing my job.”The man didn’t flinch. If anything, her defiance only made his

3. Rookie Nurse

A mocking chuckle vibrated through Charles’s chest. “You’ve got a lot of nerve for a rookie, Nurse Browne,” Charles murmured, straightening to his full, imposing height. He took a step forward, using his tall body to crowd her into the glass side table. “But let’s get something straight. This is my house. I dictate exactly what happens under this roof, not the other way around. I don’t care what kind of papers you signed. To me, you are a nobody. If I don’t want you here, you don’t stay.” “And let me remind you of something,” Spirit countered, tapping her fingers against the badge pinned to her chest. “I am a fully licensed professional. My residency status is a formality of training, Mr. Voss; it doesn’t diminish my authority, and it certainly doesn’t make me less of a nurse.” Chris nodded in admiration, clapping his hands silently. “If I walk out those doors,” Spirit continued, “I will be answering to the administration board and the state nursing council for client abandonmen

4. Attorney Voss

For ten agonizing seconds, the only movement in the room was the slow drift of dust in the morning sunbeams.Spirit’s hand remained suspended in mid-air, the palm burning as if she had struck an open flame instead of human skin. The vibration of the impact rattled right up to her elbow. Then, the stillness was shattered by a low chuckle. It was Charles. He straightened up from the doorframe. The coldness in his eyes had changed into something entirely different. He looked at his brother, then back to Spirit. “For the first time today, Nurse Browne,” Charles said, “you did something right.” Spirit’s breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes widened, shock paralyzing her nervous system. Of all the reactions she had braced herself for (threats, a call to the police, the immediate arrival of the estate’s guards) praise from the most hostile, aggressive brother was entirely off the script. Charles didn’t wait for a response. He turned on his heel and retreated toward the

5. Liam

Spirit had spent the remainder of the afternoon tucked in the bedroom, the television playing in the background while her tired eyes tracked the slow hands of the wall clock. Despite the ridiculous luxury surrounding her, her stomach was beginning to growl with hunger. Chris had told her to use the intercom to call the housekeeper, but the thought of invoking the hospitality of this house made her skin prickle uneasily. She wasn’t a guest. She was an uninvited stray in a rich man's cold psychological war. To anchor herself back to reality, she pulled out her phone and dialed a familiar number. The line rang twice before a small, impossibly bright voice exploded through the receiver. "Sis!" A genuine, weary smile broke across Spirit’s face, the tension melting from her shoulders at the sound of her ten-year-old brother, Liam. "Hey, buddy. You answered fast." "I was helping Mrs. Gable set the table for dinner, and her phone was right there," Liam said, his voice carr

6. The Maid

Spirit remained frozen by the doorway, her clinical evaluation of his body language telling her he was actually being sincere. Yet, her protective walls remained firmly locked in place. She hadn’t expected him to fold that quickly, or maybe he was just trying to get her to lower her guard. Men like this can’t be trusted. “You’re not pressing charges?” Spirit blurted, still stunned by the unexpected apology. “No,” Chase said, a small, self-deprecating smile twisting his lips. He touched his bruised jaw lightly. “Honestly, I deserved worse. Chris already gave me a lecture that lasted three hours. I’ve got enough drama in my life without trying to sue the only nurse brave enough to teach me a lesson.” Spirit let out a slow, cautious breath, her shoulders lowering an inch. “I have a lot on my plate this weekend, Mr. Voss. I would highly appreciate it if you never speak to me like that again. If we can agree on basic boundaries, we won’t have a problem.” “Agreed,” Chase said quick

7. Spoiled Toddler

The seat felt less like a luxury vehicle and more like an interrogation chair. The silence inside the car was stuffy, except for the hum of the engine and the agitated tapping of Spirit’s thumb against her phone screen. Her chest burned with an explosive mix of fury and panic. Four hundred and eighty dollars. That was the price of the medical salve Charles had demanded. Four hundred and eighty dollars she absolutely did not have. With her hands trembling at the reception desk, she had done the only thing a desperate girl could do in this situation: she opened a predatory instant-loan app on her phone. After a humiliating two-minute approval process, she watched the numbers tick into her bank account, knowing she would owe five hundred dollars back by next month. The knot in her stomach tightened until she could barely breathe. She was taking on debt just to survive a billionaire’s power play. Spirit paid and returned to the car. She stared out the window on their way bac

8. The Mimic

Spirit gasped, stumbling back in panic. She was expecting Charles to have somehow detoured into the hallway to mock her again.But when she looked up, the man standing in front of her didn’t have a single trace of anger on his face. And more importantly, his cheeks were completely smooth there was no red fingerprint.It was Chris.“Chris,” she whimpered, quickly pushing off his chest. Thank goodness he’s clothed this time around.Without saying a word, Chris reached out. His large thumb gently brushed across her cheek, catching the single tear that had escaped before it could fall. “I told you, Nurse Browne,” Chris said softly, his grounding eyes boring into hers. “Don’t let anyone take away your assertiveness. If you want to last here—or at the hospital—you need to learn to handle things without throwing tantrums or crying.” Spirit pulled back slightly, her voice shaking with frustration. “I am not throwing a tantrum. But do you see what he’s doing? He’s doing this intentionally.

9. Code Three

The door to Charles’s suite didn’t make a sound when Chris opened it. He stepped into the room, closing it softly behind him, and immediately began pacing across the floor.Charles didn’t look up from his laptop as he spoke. “You know how much I hate it when you do that.”“I know,” Chris said. “It’s the only way I can get your attention when you’re completely buried in work.”Charles finally glanced at his Cartier wristwatch, the one he wore every single day and had worn for the past two years.“It’s midnight, Attorney Voss. What do you want?”“Nothing, really,” Chris replied, stopping near the middle of the room. “Then go bother Chase.” “Oh, he’s busy,” Chris said with a faint smile. “You know, with his ladies or whoever he’s entertaining tonight.”Chris stopped pacing and looked around the room. The suite was split into clear sections; a spacious bedroom area with a king-sized bed, a study corner where Charles sat, and separate doors leading to a private bathroom and a walk-in c

10. Breakfast With The Triplets

A gentle knock on the door pulled Spirit out of a deep, dreamless sleep. She sat up, blinking against the bright morning light that flooded the windows. For a second, she forgot where she was, until her eyes landed on the medical kit sitting on the luggage stand across the room. “Come in,” Spirit called out, her voice slightly raspy from exhaustion. The door swung open, and an elderly woman with silver hair tied back in a neat bun walked inside. She wore a navy blue uniform and carried a gentle, maternal air that instantly made the room feel a little less intimidating. “Good morning, dear,” the woman said, offering a warm, wrinkled smile. “I am Mrs. Higgins, the head housekeeper. I must apologize for yesterday. Chase informed me that you would be needing some fresh clothes for your stay. I meant to bring them to you last night, but I got back from my errands so late, and my old bones were simply too tired.” Spirit leaned back against the headboard, relief washing over her.

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