Novel & Cerita My Secret Patient

“Shit—sorry, Doc. I’m on my way now.” She’s been seeing me in secret. She’s the only one who knows the truth about me—and about my emotions. And thankfully, there’s doctor-patient confidentiality, so she can’t rat me out to Mum. “It’s fine. Doors open. Come in when you’re ready,” she replies. She sees me at her house, so no one notices me coming and going. That way, Mum won’t catch on. When I arrive, I slip into her home and head to the side office. I knock, and she calls for me to come in. Her eyes soften when she sees me. I’m probably still red and puffy from crying.

Silence follows. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "Let's get you out of here," Lou murmurs, leading me to the car. Later, in the backseat, I stare at my phone, heart hammering as I read the headline from 'The Campus Scoop': ‘Monroe’s Millions Can’t Buy Loyalty: Heiress Dumped for Boyfriend’s Secret Gay Affair.’ Oh. My. God. My grip tightens on the phone. "Fuck!"

Emily said later. "This is part of our agreement, Emily. Your secret will always be safe with me as long as you are mine. That means no one is allowed to approach you because you are mine. I don't care who that man is," Liam answered later and of course Emily couldn't. answer it. Liam always brings her secret work with her. She becomes unable to speak anymore if Liam brings up her work every time. On the other hand, at this time Raphael gaped at that. 200 pages in two days?

It wasn’t until half an hour that I came out of the room in fresh clothes and there stood Sebastien and Gerald and him. “Are you okay?” Sebastien immediately stepped forward by default and I rolled my eyes to the back of my head. “For the one millionth time, I am. I’m perfect, almost as if nothing happened,” I said and our eyes met because he was the only one who knew about the child except Christina, only because he was the one who tested me that day in the clinic. I was surprised why he still kept it a secret but then, doctor-patient confidentiality I guess. It wasn’t until Rafael stretched out his hands that he took a step back.

I almost smiled looking at him. "Listen Dr. Marlo... we are just here to talk to you." He said and I looked at her but she stood up angrily... "No... I have nothing to talk to you... you liar. You want to know about my patient's private information... no I won't give it. Now leave... SECURITY..." she screamed in the intercom and soon security guards came. "get these man out of the hospital" she told them and then one look at me and security guards quickly recognised me.

Nyra. The name alone could split me open. I told myself I was over it. That I’d buried the past deep enough to forget. But the truth? I never stopped loving her… even if I never admitted it. Seven years carried so much weight of pain and guilt. And now… life was cruel to me once again. “What happened to the patient?” I asked, lifting my head. She was lucky to find me still seated in my office. I had plans tonight — a date with a hot chick.

Seeing the misunderstanding and wanting- no needing- to keep it from escalating, he added, "Haven't added another secretary since you left. Finbarr does everything around here. My only secretary is you." Isabella remembered those three years she had worked as his secretary and narrowed her eyes, "Couldn't possibly be easy to report to you about your girlfriends and such." "There aren't any girlfriends, Isabella." "Hmm." "Bella…" but whatever he had to say was interrupted by the woman who had knocked, irritating Ronan. Why was he being disturbed at such a time? Seeing his frustration, Isabella shook her head, "Let Maeve come in. I'll hide." Ronan wrinkled his brows, "Hide? What for? You said

She then shook her head, “I'm sorry but I don't think I'm in the position to explain that. I should get your toast ready.” “Thank you though. I really appreciate your honesty.” Immediately, she exited the ward. My eyes wandered the ward, then I glanced at the foot of the bed where I caught a glimpse of the edge of a file peeking out. It was thicker than a regular patient file, sealed with a metal clip, and stamped in bold: “CONFIDENTIAL – AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.” I shouldn’t have touched it. But I did. My name was right there, written in a red typography: Mikaela Vinny.

My husband, Miles Connell, turned his study into a gaming room, kept it locked for three years, and refused to let anyone in. Yet whenever I brought friends home, he eagerly ushered them inside. After leaving the room, my best friend, Zoe Schmich, blocked me. “From now on, we’re no longer best friends.” My business partner, Erin Zappone, slapped me across the face when she emerged. “Our partnership is over!” I asked Miles what exactly he had said to them in the gaming room, but he merely waved me off and insisted he had nothing to do with it. Dad refused to believe any of it, so he picked the lock and went inside while Miles was away on a business trip. The moment he came out, he grabb

This is why I love Mistress V, she lives a life that is opposite to mine, and when I’m her, I forget the hell I live through as Evelyn. I’m adjusting my mask when the door swings open. I watch as a client walks in, a returning client, the usual type, tall, who wears the same two suits to the office, has a corporate job he hates, and a woman in his life who is too focused on her hair and nails to notice that he needs something more than he lets on. “Pet,” my head tilts, watching him. I was told a single client booked my services, so when someone else walks in behind him, I’m taken aback.