All Chapters of The Billionaire Doctor's Unwilling Wife : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

CHAPTER ONEEmilyI stepped out of the plane the moment it landed, my body heavy with exhaustion.But none of that mattered.All I could think about was Tristan.A small smile tugged at my lips as I dragged my luggage along. I couldn’t wait to see his face. I hadn’t told him I was coming back. It was supposed to be a surprise.Maybe I’ll just spend a day or two with him, I thought.“Baby!” I called out as I stepped into his house.Dropping my bags by the entrance, I looked around, my excitement bubbling.“Baby?” I called again.No response.But I knew he was home. The door wasn’t locked.I headed upstairs, my heart beating a little faster.“Tristan, baby!” I called louder.Still nothing.Then I heard voices.I stopped.“What do you mean I have a babe? Of course I don’t,” Tristan said.I froze.“But you do. I always see you with her,” a female voice replied through the phone. It was on speaker.My heart skipped.“Maybe that was my sister you saw.”Sister?I almost choked.Tristan doesn

Chapter ThreeEmilyThe entire courtyard fell silent.Not the comfortable kind of silence, but the kind that wrapped around you, heavy enough to make every heartbeat sound louder than it should.I remained on the ground for one humiliating second too long.My palms stung from hitting the ground, and I could feel tiny grains of gravel digging into my skin. The white skirt I'd carefully handpicked that morning was now streaked with dirt.Wonderful.Someone coughed.Another person whispered.Then came the laughter.Not loud, but enough to make my cheeks burn.I pushed myself to my feet before anyone could offer a hand. My fingers brushed frantically over my skirt, dusting off invisible specks that refused to disappear. The wrinkles remained. So did the shame and dirt that increased on my skirt.Don't cry.Not here.Anything but here.I kept my eyes fixed on the ground.If I looked up, I'd meet dozens of curious faces.And one face in particular.I didn't have to search for him to know h

CHAPTER FIVESethPacking had never felt this unnecessary.I moved around the hotel room in silence, folding clothes with mechanical precision. My mind wasn’t here.It hadn’t been for a while.The outreach was supposed to end in four days.Now I was leaving early.I didn’t like unfinished things.Especially not when I wasn’t given a reason.I slipped on a brown hoodie, grabbed my phone and wallet, and stepped out.The team was already waiting in the lobby.Seven of them.Tired.Focused.Disciplined.Good.The faint mix of coffee and antiseptic hung in the air.Familiar.Reliable.“You all know the work doesn’t stop because I’m leaving,” I said, my voice steady.Their eyes locked onto mine immediately.“No slacking. If I hear otherwise, there will be consequences.”“Yes, sir,” they responded in unison.I held their gaze a second longer.Then nodded once and walked out.The drive to the airport was quiet.Too quiet.My thoughts filled the space instead.The outreach.The sudden meeting.