All Chapters of Billionaire Daddy and Son’s Nun Maid: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ELIThe steady, mechanical beep of the cardiac monitor didn't sound like a heart beating—it sounded like a countdown.I stood frozen outside the glass walls of the room, Trauma Bay 1. Inside, the bright fluorescent lights hummed over the stainless-steel table. Dr. Rhodes, the chief trauma surgeon on call, stood over the gurney with a pair of medical shears, cutting through the blood-soaked velvet of Eliana’s evening gown. The fabric fell away in pieces, revealing pale, bruised skin and a dark red stain spreading across her abdomen where the impact of the fall had crushed her side."Get those rapid-infusion lines open now," Rhodes shouted, his voice ringing out through the room as the nurses scrambled around the table. "Her pressure is dropping fast. We need to stabilize her right now."The double doors swung open, and Liam rushed out of the scrub room. He had already pulled his blue surgical mask up over his nose, his blonde hair tucked neatly under a surgical cap. His bright blue eye

LIAMSterile surgical gloves were designed to keep infection out, but they couldn't stop the cold dread seeping through my bones.My hands were buried deep inside Eliana’s abdominal cavity, coated in thick blood. The bright lights overhead burned down on the operating table, making the sweat on my forehead sting my eyes. The flat, screaming tone of the cardiac monitor filled the room, cutting through the hum of the ventilation system."Gasping clamp, now!" I barked, not looking up from the bloody incision.The scrub nurse slapped the stainless-steel instrument into my right palm. I guided the metal tips around the torn splenic artery, squeezing the handles until the ratchet clicked twice into place. The jet of dark blood slowed to a trickle."Pressure is stabilizing," the nurse announced quickly, her voice tight behind her blue mask. "Heart rate is rising to fifty-two. But we are running on empty, Dr. Hawthorne. She needs four units of matching blood right now or her brain will starve

ELIAt four in the morning, the top floor of my private city office was eerily quiet, save for the low hum of the air conditioner and the rustle of papers. Outside the glass windows, the city skyline was shrouded in deep, pre-dawn shadows. Rain tapped softly against the high panes, but inside the war, the atmosphere was thick with tension.I sat at the head of the long wooden table, my hands folded together over the dark wood. My black tuxedo jacket hung over the back of my chair, my white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, my sleeves rolled up past my forearms. Flanking me on both sides were Senior Partner My vice president and three of my top business investigators.Spread out across the table were twenty years of hidden bank statements, offshore wire transfers, encrypted email logs, and forged medical documents."We pulled the complete financial audit across all secondary accounts, Mr. Hawthorne," my vice president said, pushing a thick black binder toward me. He adjusted his si

ELI"You look tired from your shopping, Savannah," I said, my voice cutting through the silent room.I sat motionless at the head of the long table, my hands resting flat against the polished wood. The six lawyers on my left and right didn't utter a word. Across from me, my mother sat like a statue in her velvet chair, her blue eyes fixed on Savannah with an unforgiving glare.Savannah stood frozen in the open doorway for three long seconds. Then, she forced a dry mocking laugh and stepped into the room, her high heels clicking sharply against the floor."What is all this theater, Eli?" Savannah asked, tossing her mink coat over an empty chair. She adjusted the cuffs of her silk dress, looking around the table at the rows of legal binders and laptops. "Did you really call six corporate lawyers to the breakfast table just to lecture me about my Paris trip? This is absurd. And where is the tea I asked for?"She pulled out a chair near the middle of the table, sitting down with a dramati

IRISThe morning light crept slowly through my bedroom window at the Cooper estate, casting long shadows across my bed. I sat pulled up against the headboard, my tablet resting on my lap as I stared at the screen in complete disbelief.The news outlets were exploding with emergency alerts. Bold red banners flashed across every major gossip blog and business financial network.SAVANNAH HAWTHORNE STRIPPED OF ALL CORPORATE BOARD POSITIONS AND MARITAL ASSETS.EMERGENCY DIVORCE FILED BY PATRIARCH ELI HAWTHORNE AMID MASSIVE FRAUD AUDIT.I read the headlines over and over, my thumb hovering over the screen. My mind spun in a chaotic blur, trying to piece together the sudden collapse of the woman who had ruled the city's high society for two decades. Only hours ago, Eli had sent me that text message about a bigger revelation involving Savannah. Now, the entire city was watching her world burn down in real time.My phone vibrated sharply against the mattress, making me jump.It was a message c