I loved, Adrian Hoffman. He did it so his childhood swe
discovered that for three years, the man in my bed wasn't Adrian.
then held me down on a surgical table to forcibly harvest m
own in a military pr
l sacrificed for another woman's
ntact and fled to a war zone in
pte
yed my career was lea
imple, bruta
n, competing for the single, coveted Chief Resident position. Toda
n a table. It was stupid, reckless, but harmless. Except the video, leaked to the hospital's
board called an emergency meeting. My c
'd only ever sent to Adrian Hoffman. Photos he had coaxed out of me, whisperi
s absolute. The realization that
with a sick, frantic rhythm. I was going t
utside his door
her one, almo
ced with a lazy, cruel amusement. "She looked lik
ied, sharp and impatient. "Ashley will
Dean. His identical twin brother. The wild, thrill-seeking artist. The man I now re
d turne
stive purr that made my stomach churn, "she's incredible. The way she
cadence of his words when he was trying to be sedu
tment is official," Adrian said, his tone final.
s erupted from inside the ap
eone shouted. "You've been hung
't you?" another voice chimed in. "Poor Ava. She n
every tender touch-it was all a lie. A calculated, cruel performance. My love,
cream. I d
ollapsed on a park bench, gasping for air, my phone rang. It was my father
hone. "You have disgraced this family. The
d,
to be transferred. A medical mission. Overseas. You will leave tomo
ning me. Cas
y heart a dead weight
lf right then, a vow sealed
never, eve