WILLOW'S POVProbably every nurse in the hospital hates me. I haven't made any friends lately, and worse, I'm being bullied. It's like high school all over again. Especially Betty—I'm a nurse in training under her mentorship. All she does is tell me to go mop the floors, clean the test tubes, and make the beds. It's like I'm a janitor or a cleaner. And worse, she's been gossiping about me, spreading rumors that Markus and I had sex in his office countless times. I'm insulted and murmured about as every nurse secretly glares at me whenever they get the chance.They taped a 'Bitch' note behind me as an attempt to prank me, and every nurse laughed, making me look like a fool. Seriously, are we in high school? What was I thinking accepting that request? And worse, I barely sleep.If I utter a word to Markus, I'm afraid of what he would do to Betty. Last time, he threatened to give her a year's suspension just because she didn't knock. He scares me, and while she may be rude, I don't want
TRISTAN'S POV After changing the batteries, we resumed the mission, roaming through the city of Port Enrico at midnight, eventually arriving at a club."Our guy is in here. He's ordering two pounds of marijuana," Jaxon whispered, his words making my mouth drop. Fifty pounds? Does this guy want to land in rehab?"Fifty pounds? What does he want to use it for? I thought he was a scammer," I said, trying to make sense of the situation."He is also a notorious drug dealer. He's been sneaking marijuana from Mexico and selling it to traffickers all over America. The government wants him alive; he may have an idea of how they transport the drugs. Backup will be here any moment. Are you ready?" Jaxon said, handing me a gun as we pulled up our masks and hid our guns, then walked into the club.As we entered, many girls' eyes were on us, some even danced their way toward us."Wow, you two are both strong," the ladies complimented us."Sorry, girls, I'm taken, but he's single," Jaxon said, sell
TRISTAN'S POV "Willow, please stop. Drop the knife down," I pleaded."No... I won't. I'm tired. I can't remember you. I keep hurting everyone around me. I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't want to hurt you. And if I die, no one will ever be hurt again," she replied, her voice filled with despair. I slowly made my way to her."And how do you know that? Won't you hurt Hailey when she finds out? Won't you hurt Jaxon? What about you trying to be a doctor? Won't you prove your dad wrong that he didn't drag you down? What about people who care about you? What about me, Willow? You think if you die, everyone will be happy," I reasoned with her, trying to appeal to her sense of reason.She slowly withdrew the knife from going through her abdomen. She's finally listening to me."Yes, I know I don't remember you, but Hailey says I keep hurting you, and she would be happy if I'm not here to hurt you again, and you would be happy too," Willow said, her voice filled with resignation. As she spok
Caden'S POV"What do you mean all the surgeons are booked? Do you see my face? I look like a monster. I want a surgery booked now," I said, slamming my arms against the reception stand, scaring the nurse."Sir, please, this is a hospital. We are busy every day. Don't come here screaming as if it's a public place where you can cause chaos," the nurse spat as my hand found its way to her face."Sir, let's leave. Everyone is watching. You don't want everyone to blacklist you," one of my entourage said as I shot the nurse one last glare and exited the hospital.I gracefully got into my limo, as did my entourage."Do a lookup about that nurse. Find every piece of information you can about her now," I said as the driver got in."Where to, sir?" he asked."What have you found about her?" I asked my men, ignoring the driver's existence."She has no parents but a brother who is her only hope to inherit their parents' hospital when he graduates from NYU Medical School. He's in his final year an
TRISTAN'S POV I woke up late, feeling the need for more sleep, but despite my exhaustion, I felt a sense of peace knowing that Willow now trusted me. However, my tranquility was abruptly shattered by the pungent smell of burnt eggs wafting from the kitchen. I wrestled with my sheets, hastily throwing them off as I stumbled out of bed and slipped into my cotton slippers. Following the aroma, I made my way to the kitchen, where smoke billowed out from under the door, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of culinary disaster.With a sense of urgency, I pushed the door open and was met with the sight of Willow wearing kitchen gloves, or rather, oversized mittens, as she carefully removed a frying pan from the gas cooker. The acrid smell of burnt eggs filled the air as she swiftly turned off the gas and disposed of the charred remnants in the garbage disposer. Frustration evident on her face, she angrily threw the pan into the sink, the clang echoing through the room.Despite the situa
Caden POVI sat in my black SUV, awaiting the arrival of Doctor Markus, while my goons escorted him to me. He wore a black mask, covering half of his face."So, you must be Doctor Markus," I said."In the flesh," he replied, pulling his mask down slightly as he adjusted some files."Am I cleared for the surgery?" I inquired."I already have you booked. All you have to do is sign here to agree to the surgery," he said, handing me the paperwork. I grew bored reading it and picked up my pen, ready to sign."Sir, shouldn't we wait for Henry to review the contract before you sign?" one of my entourage interjected, earning my glare."Don't you see Henry is late? I don't have time to read a useless contract when I already know what's on it. And if you want to keep your job, I advise you to zip it... And by the way, call Henry and tell him he's fired," I commanded."But sir, Henry said his wife was in labor, that's why he couldn't come early," the entourage member explained."Then you are fir
TRISTAN'S POV "Willow, show yourself!" I half-yelled, but she didn't come out, and everyone looked at me confused, as if I'd lost it. I'm going to smack her so hard that she recovers her memory. I scanned the atmosphere, frustrated that Jaxon was out with Hailey when I needed him most. Next time, Willow is wearing a leash when we go out. My eyes spotted a familiar blonde with a baseball cap running down the streets, and I ran after her. She stopped and stuck her tongue out at me."You can't catch me!" she yelled as she hastened her steps. How is she so fast? I stopped, gasping hard for air. I resumed my scan and spotted her taking a turn to who knows where. I caught up to her as she stopped in front of a building."I've got you... Let's go home... How are you so fast?" I panted, but she didn't spare me a single look, her eyes fixed on the glass revealing a plethora of games. She moved closer and sighed, pushing her face against the glass and tapping it."I always wanted to go to an a
TRISTAN'S POV "I thought you said we were going home," I snapped, as she took off her boots to put on her roller blades."I never promised," she said, rolling her eyes. I reluctantly took off my shoes and put on the roller blades as she took my hand and led me out of the arcade. She collected our shoes and tossed them into a nearby trash can."Are you crazy, woman?" I snapped at her as she held my hand, wheeling around and ignoring my frustration."I'm bored," she said, kicking her feet backward and letting out a sigh."Maybe you should stop skating backward before you hurt yourself," I retorted, still fuming over the fact that she threw away my shoes."Are you still bitter about your shoes?" she asked, effortlessly kicking her feet backward while facing me, twirling and executing a perfect pirouette."Yes, and I've been struggling with these skates while you have fun showing off," I yelled, feeling the weight of my frustration.She shrugged and skated to a dimly lit spot, stopping i