The Billionaire Doctor's Runaway Patient

Hope worked eighty-hour weeks on Wall Street, enduring daily humiliation from her boss just to be her mother's golden ticket out of poverty.

But when a severe kidney infection left her bleeding and collapsing in the middle of a boardroom presentation, her boss didn't call an ambulance.

He slammed his hand on the table, publicly accused her of popping pills like a junkie, and threw her out of the building.

Dragging her agonizing, feverish body back home, Hope desperately needed a mother's comfort.

Instead, the moment her mother heard she had lost her six-figure job, the woman's face contorted with pure rage.

She didn't care that Hope's kidneys were failing; she grabbed a heavy glass ashtray and hurled it directly at Hope's head.

"You threw away a six-figure job? You threw away our ticket out of this dump?!"

The glass shattered against the wall, slicing Hope's bare leg open.

For twenty-nine years, Hope had sacrificed her health, her dignity, and her sanity to be the perfect daughter.

She didn't understand why her life was only worth the paycheck she brought home, or why her own mother would rather see her dead than unemployed.

Looking at the blood dripping down her calf, the guilt that had chained her for a lifetime suddenly vanished.

She pulled out her phone and hit send on a brutally honest resignation email to her toxic boss.

Then, she opened a text from the intimidating, billionaire doctor who had treated her at the clinic—the only man who had ever told her she was a fighter.

She packed her bags and walked out the door.

This time, she was going to live for herself.