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No More Your Scorned Wife: The Medical Empress Returns Novel Cover

No More Your Scorned Wife: The Medical Empress Returns

"Sign it. Save her, and I'll give you anything." For four years, I was Damian Wright's 'invisible wife'. While I played the pauper, he poured his soul into his dying first love. Desperate, he blindly signed a stack of papers to buy the 'Gifted Doctor's' time. He didn't read the fine print. Buried inside was our Divorce Decree. "Congratulations, Damian," I said, stripping off my surgical mask to reveal the wife he never truly knew. "You're free." The submissive Amelia is dead. The legendary 'Ghost Surgeon'? That's me. The blindfolded racing queen 'Raven'? Also me. The shadow behind the global intelligence network V-Null? Still me. I was ready to vanish, but Lucas Sullivan-the titan who makes the Wrights look like peasants-blocked my path. When Damian tried to reclaim me, Lucas didn't just stop him; he brought an empire to its knees. "They don't deserve to look at you," Lucas whispered, his touch a lethal mix of protection and obsession. "But if you crave the world, Amelia, I'll burn it down just to hear you say my name."
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Chapter 5

When they got out of the club, Lucas set Amelia down on her feet.

"Thank you, Mr. Sullivan." She murmured.

With how Damian had addressed him, Amelia knew he was an important person in society.

She really didn't want to get mixed with these kinds of people anymore but at the same time, her body was singing from being in his arms.

"You're welcome. I could still take you home if you're up for that." He offered.

"I."Before Amelia could reply to that, a voice interrupted them.

"There you are."

Lucas and Amelia turned to see the man she was dancing with earlier at the club, the man Damian had hit.

This time, he had about five hefty men around him, and they were obviously thugs.

"Oh, you're not with that punk anymore? Just how many are there? No one has to get hurt, I have taken a liking towards you so come with me, I promise you'd have a good time." The man let out in a threatening tone.

Lucas pulled Amelia behind him.

"Get lost." He ordered.

The man, determined to get the beautiful Amelia signaled his men to attack Lucas.

Lucas charged towards them, punching and blocking every jab and kick as high as his head, each attack and retreat performed, skillfully, he was determined to protect Amelia.

But to his surprise, the woman he wanted to protect lunged at the men before he could stop her.

She moved like the wind, sending kicks to the knees, punches to the jaw. One by one, the men dropped to the ground, weakly.

Within minutes, the entire group, including their leader lay barely conscious on the ground.

Lucas swallowed as he stared at Amelia.

"You're strong." He complimented.

She smirked. "I know."

He didn't feel intimidated by her. If anything, he got even more fascinated and drawn to her.

"Since we've just gone through that together, how about we go on a date?"

Amelia scoffed. "Are you sure you didn't stage that attack to flirt with me?"

Lucas cocked an eyebrow. He reached for her, swiftly.

Snaking an arm around her waist, he pulled her against his body.

Amelia's breath caught but she didn't push him away.

"I have better means than that if I want to flirt with you." He ran his thumb through her bottom lip. "You're so beautiful, Miss Brown." He drawled.

This wasn't the first time she had been called 'beautiful' but she had no idea why his words, his voice stirred something in her chest.

She had only wanted to use him to piss off Damian.

She shouldn't be in his arms like this.

She shouldn't be a blushing mess.

Seeing his head lower as he brought his lips to hers made her eyes dilate but she still couldn't bring herself to push him away.

The second they kissed, her skin sizzled.

His lips were so warm against hers. The kiss started off soft and sensual. Mouths pressed together, lips slowly caressing, his tongue touching her lips, and she opened wide to take him in.

His arms encircled her waist and pulled her to him. She was pressing against him, her soft curves against his muscles.

Even under his designer tux, she could feel his rock-hard body. She could feel something else too.

The kiss started off soft and sensual, but it rapidly became something else.

The ringing of her cellphone startled Amelia and she realized she had been kissing a stranger, passionately.

Alarmed, she disengaged from him.

Had she learnt nothing from the behavior of men?

She had just gotten divorced but here she was, in the arms of another man!

Did she want to get hurt again?

She glanced at him awkwardly as she answered her call.

It was Jessica.

"Where are you, Amelia? I've been searching for you everywhere. Are you okay?"

Amelia recalled they had gotten separated on the dance floor.

"I'm fine. I'm at the side of the club's building." She replied and then hung up.

She glanced back at Lucas who had his arms crossed around his formidable chest.

"About the date." He reminded, but she interrupted him.

"It can't happen. I'm not interested."

She didn't want to get involved or entangled with another man again. She didn't want any man to leave her questioning her self-worth and beauty. She wanted to focus on herself. She felt she was better off alone.

But as she walked away, her lips still twitched from his kiss and she couldn't deny how devastatingly handsome that man was.

Lucas Sullivan had a smirk on his face as he watched her walk off.

He learned throughout his whole life that timing was everything. He had always been practical, he had made logical and reasonable decisions. He believed that all his calculated and logically planned decisions had led him to where he was now, as the President of the greatest empire in New Orleans.

Nothing ever moved him. He knew a lot of people often wondered if he had a heart. Even he himself had thought about it and concluded that he wasn't wired like most people. He felt extraordinary and he stared at people as lesser beings.

But his control slipped the moment he saw her tonight.

And after kissing her, it was as though every part of his life was shifting to include her.

Oh, he was going to make her interested.

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