Novel & Cerita Sloan's Daughter Grey's Anatomy

For a second, I stared at the screen without reacting. Oncology? A strange feeling settled heavily in my chest. Was Sloane sick? No. That didn’t make sense. I immediately scrolled further through the report details, scanning the procedural notes attached to the claim. Hospital admission. Specialist consultation. Oncology preparation deposit. Then my eyes landed on the supervising physician. DR. RHYS STORM. Everything inside me went cold and the room around me blurred slightly. Rhys Storm. That fucking doctor. The same man who stood inside that hospital room claiming Sloane’s child was his. The same man who threatened me openly.

Sloane was sitting behind her custom marble desk in the executive suite, wearing a striking minimalist black designer dress, the legendary Hartley emeralds gleaming brilliantly around her neck. And standing directly behind her, his massive frame completely filling the screen, was my father, Knox Hartley. "Sloane? Father?" I choked out, my voice cracking in front of millions of live viewers. "We have patched in the Chief Restructuring Officer for an immediate rebuttal," the news anchor said, his eyes widening with sudden, manic excitement as the ratings tracker on his desk exploded into the red tier. "Mr. Hartley has presented a thick manila folder to the studio, Miss Mercer.

Tylon laughed proudly. Susan rolled her eyes playfully. “I work as a cardio thoracic surgeon.” “That’s impressive.” Bryan commented. She tilted her head towards him. “I saw the recent headlines when I got back here, I’m truly sorry about your fiancée’s abduction.” Her expression became sympathetic.

"Sloane is out for blood, and your entire reputation is about to explode!" Keaton bursts through the double doors of the private medical suite, the sharp smell of antiseptic burning his nostrils. Sloane Everhart lies propped up on the bed with an ice pack pressed against her neck and shoulder, while Briar Kensington stands beside her, holding a glass of water. Sloane’s face is pale, her eyes filled with cold rage. Briar snaps her head around as the door slams open. "Oh, look who finally decided to show up! Did you see what that filthy little parasite did to your fiancée?"

Sloan is the president's esteemed daughter, so you can imagine how stuck-up her life is. Expected to behave a certain way, talk a certain way, move a certain way to not jeopardize her father's position, she's unhappy, and has had it up to her throat. When the newest member of the Secret Service shows up to guard her, he's a breath of fresh air for her. And for him, she doesn't mind throwing everything away. Her status. Her sanity. Her virginity.

If I were there, I would have puked too. I did not know where I was buried, but my entire body was rotten. Fortunately, my face was still recognizable. If not, no one could have recognized me just by the ghastly state my body was in. An hour later, Sarah came around. She looked at Brian with reddened eyes and said, "Was that Sienna?" Brian nodded. Sarah started to sob and exclaim, "What's going on? How could our daughter die? What happened?!" Sarah could barely breathe in the police station. The police officer calmed her down before recounting how they found my body.

“Jess got a call and was livid. I would like for my best friend and the love of my life to be somewhat civil toward each other, and I’m aware that’s going to take time, but Jesus, Ashton. Taking Molly from the hospital when she was still unconscious?” My gut shifted. “Did the doctor call or did Sloane?” He held my gaze for a beat. “Dr. Nea Sandquist has become somewhat friendly with Jess, but no, the doctor is as terrified of me as she is of you.” So the nurse. Good to know. “I see,” I replied. He snorted. “You don’t see shit. Sloane is close to Jess, was close to Kelly. She used to volunteer at the hospital. Her death hit Sloane hard too.”

Tanya pointed at Ashton, roaring, "He actually had the gall to start a fight at Auric Night, Mr. Suther! You absolutely must not let him off lightly! He is not related to the Sloan family in any way, as he is divorced from my daughter!" Millie looked utterly stunned. "Hold on! Did I hear that right—Mr. Gray and Ms. Sloan are divorced?" "That's right! How could that failure ever measure up to Roxy? He's just a leech who isn't qualified to set foot in Auric Night! He hit me, and now he must suffer the consequences!" Tanya, utterly failing to grasp the gravity of the situation, maintained her air of demanding superiority. She was convinced that the Gale Assembly would support her since she held

Rowan’s sword lowered only slightly as confusion and caution crossed his face at the desperation in Lucien’s eyes, and a second later Lucien stepped aside carefully, revealing the woman standing behind him. Seraphina. Even covered in blood, her beauty remained hauntingly ethereal beneath the moonlight spilling through the corridor, strands of silver hair clinging to her pale skin while crimson stained the front of her gown heavily from the shoulder down to her waist. Yet none of that drew my attention as much as the baby trembling quietly in her arms beneath the blood-soaked blanket wrapped carefully around its tiny body.

“I'm sorry I've not been able to save you from this condition. But I promise to do so soon whether I get help or not." Carlo stood in the room and watched Sloane. The scene before him made his heart melt. Josie, Sloane's birth mom, had been involved in a really fatal accident — a memory Sloane didn't like to visit at all— which left her on the hospital bed for the past five years. Her heart was already failing. And she needed one that would match her body. Unfortunately, there was only a little time left. “Ms Sloane Wentworth,” the doctor called her from the entrance, cutting the teary moment off.