Trapped by the Cold Doctor

Kayla Matthew is a bar waitress and a sex worker with secrets too heavy for her young shoulders. Struggling to care for her terminally ill mother and brilliant teenage sister even if it means dancing on the edge of her morals every night. But life has other plans for her. When she met Damian Cole, a billionaire, a heart surgeon, and a single Dad. A man haunted by a past he can't outrun. When his cold-hearted ex-wife refuses to attend their daughter's school event, he desperately hires Kayla to pretend to be the perfect mother. When he realizes she's the only one who can calm his daughter's panic attacks. His family was against bringing her into the mansion. But what they don't know is that it was never her plan to be a sex worker. What begins as a transaction spirals into something much deeper. But secrets and past wounds threaten to destroy the fragile bond they're building. Because love was never part of the deal and promises? But what will happen if his ex-wife does anything to get her killed? Will she escape from the danger they are plotting against her.?

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Who in their right mind would want a bar waitress, a sex worker to act as a mother figure, even if it is just for a day?

It sounded like a twisted joke.

"I..." I stammered, feeling the ground tilt beneath me. "Why me? Why would you want me to be a mom to your daughter?"

My voice cracked on the word "mom."

I wasn't even sure what shocked me the most, finding out he had a child, or that he wants me to pretend to be a Mom to his child.

"I just want you to be a mom to my daughter."

He repeated it, like it was nothing. Like he was asking me to hand him a napkin or lend him a cigarette. But I knew better. There was something behind his words. Something he was hiding.

A chill crawled up my spine.

What if he wants to hurt me?

"I'm not interested," I said firmly, my voice sharp with finality. I turned on my heel, went to grab my earrings, which I had left earlier in the bathroom. When I stepped out of the bathroom, I wasn't surprised to find the creepy man had left.

I grabbed my bag and walked out, not bothering to look back.

He must've figured out I knew about his plan.

The thought made me nauseous. What if I'd fallen for it? Played the part of the sweet pretend mom, followed him into his world, only to disappear into it like all those girls you hear about on the news?

I shivered.

But Madam Rose wouldn't hand me over to someone dangerous. Not willingly.

At least... I hoped not.

The bar pulsed with music and lights. My eyes scanned the crowd until I spotted Madam Rose in the distance.

The woman was a spectacle elegant in her early sixties with long curly hair cascading over her shoulders. Her makeup was always flawless, her nails perfectly fixed, and her lips gleamed with red gloss. She wore a tight, leather gown adorned with tiny sparkling studs, the kind of outfit that drew attention.

If you didn't know her age, you might think she is still in her thirties.

Each step Madam Rose took commanded the room. Everyone at the bar knew she was the owner. People might expect her to be stern, but she was far from it. She treated her customers with warmth and respect. That is why the bar was always packed to the brim.

I smiled as I approached her. Among all the waitresses and sex workers, Madam Rose had a soft spot for me. She knew I didn't enjoy the job, hell, she probably saw it in my eyes the very first day, but she also knew I needed the money. And she made sure I earned well.

"Madam Rose," I called, trying to keep my voice steady.

She turned, a brilliant smile spreading across her lips as her eyes landed on me. "Kayla, darling," she purred, her voice smooth like warm honey.

"Do you need a drink?" She asked me with a playful smile.

"No, Madam," I replied.

"So, how was it?" Madam Rose asked knowingly. Her smile faded a little, sensing the tension. She always knew I returned from those rooms with a heavy heart.

If only I had a degree. I could've had a better job...

"He paid well more than usual," Madam Rose said flatly."

She laughed, clearly impressed.

"Yes! I was honored to have him in my bar last night. Damien Cole is a real gentleman."

Damian Cole. The name echoed in my mind. It sounded familiar, but I pushed the thought away.

Still... there was something about him that didn't sit right.

"He's kind of... creepy," I murmured.

"He's not," Madam Rose replied firmly. "You only think so. Did he do something to you?"

"No... I mean" my words were cut off when Madam Rose's phone rang.

"We'll talk over the phone, dear," Madam Rose said, already walking away to take the call.

I sighed, my mood darkening again as I walked out of the bar, ignoring the lustful stares from the men loitering around, their hungry eyes tracking my every step.

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I stepped from the taxi onto Manhattan's pristine curb, a naive farm girl from Montana. My mission: marry billionaire Julian Sterling for a contract. But my welcome was a trap; that night, I found myself in his bed, a drugged, vulnerable man clinging to me. The Sterling penthouse became a gauntlet. Julian's mother and stepsister relentlessly tried to undermine my "charity case" facade, insulting, sabotaging, and humiliating me, making my true mission perilous. Victoria tossed money into my breakfast. Stella set impossible tasks. Julian's friend, Vanessa, bribed me to leave and shamed me at a gala. Julian, cold and suspicious, demanded I "play the fool." Each cruel prank fueled a quiet fury. It was infuriating to be dismissed, knowing secrets I held. Julian's unexpected vulnerability and my grandfather's mysterious will sparked deeper questions. But I fought back. I shredded Vanessa's bribe, tamed a pop star, and outwitted Stella's sabotage, proving competence. Julian's disdain shifted to respect. This was now a battle for my inheritance, identity, and hidden truths.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.2

I Conformed to His Expectations

7.2

I spent seven years overly devoted to Jonathan, so much so that his friends called me pathetic. Yet, he got together with my sister. To keep me from interfering in their relationship, my parents sent me off to a self-improvement camp. I conformed to their expectations, but they couldn't handle it.

Modern Romance

9.0

My Best Friend Helped My Husband Commit Me to an Asylum

9.0

I always used the lemon oil on the mahogany desk. Maddox claimed the scent grounded him when the phantom pains in his 'useless' legs flared up. For five years, I had rubbed that oil into the heavy grain of the wood. For five years, I had been the saintly, self-sacrificing wife of the tragically paralyzed Maddox Hawkins, trading my twenties and my career for a life of sponge baths, physical therapy schedules, and quiet, suffocating pity. Today, the rag caught on a hairline fracture beneath the center drawer. A sharp, metallic *snick* broke the absolute silence of the penthouse study. A false bottom dropped heavily onto my lap. I froze, the lemon-scented rag slipping from my fingers. Inside the shallow, hidden compartment lay a single, black leather-bound diary. The leather was worn at the edges, handled often.

Modern Mystery Romance

8.5

MY REVENGE MY RULES

8.5

I took the blame and got jailed for my husband's sins. Gave him my only inheritance but he married my adoptive sister on the day I got released. They called me names, and ex convict — I shall show them to hell, where they belong to.

Action Modern Romance

7.4

Pregnant And Fleeing The Ruthless Billionaire

7.4

For five years, Jodi was the perfect, compliant secret lover to billionaire CEO Armand Taylor. Then, she woke up to a cold email and a seven-figure wire transfer. Armand was marrying European royalty. The money was a severance package to quietly warehouse her out of sight. Refusing to be his dirty secret, Jodi invoked her contract's termination clause to leave for good. But Armand wouldn't let her go easily. He forced her to personally train her vicious new replacement, Selah. Selah immediately tampered with a crucial financial file, framing Jodi for sabotaging Taylor Corp's multi-billion-dollar tech acquisition. Without a second thought, Armand took the new girl's side. He cornered Jodi in the boardroom, his eyes dead and cold. "You have three days to fix this. If you fail, I will personally see to it that you go to prison for corporate fraud." He froze her bank accounts and stripped away her dignity, ready to destroy her life over a blatant lie. He thought she was just a weak, discarded toy who would break under his threats. What Armand didn't know was the terrifying secret Jodi had just discovered hidden at the bottom of her bathroom trash can. Three positive pregnancy tests. If the ruthless billionaire found out she was carrying his heir, he would never let her escape. Wiping her tears, Jodi slipped into a severe black silk gown and crashed an exclusive Hamptons gala to intercept the tech CEO herself. This time, she wasn't playing the obedient lover. She was going to clear her name and burn Armand's empire to the ground.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.1

The disrespected Luna

8.1

For five years, Ciara Mendel played the perfect wife. Gentle, loyal, never a word of complaint. From the moment she became Nelson's mate, she gave him everything. her love, her time, her patience, and, most of all, her silence. She followed the wolf laws, nodded along with the bloodline rules, and took her spot as an outsider in Nelson's powerful alpha family. Ciara didn't come from noble blood. She wasn't strong or special-not in the way the others cared about. But her love for Nelson was real. That love kept her going through the cold stares from the elders, through the whispers that trailed behind her in the hallways. She pretended she didn't hear when the others said she wasn't worthy to stand beside their alpha. She told herself that love would be enough. That loyalty would matter. She was sure of it. She was wrong. The truth hit her on a quiet afternoon. She came home early, wanting to surprise Nelson with his favorite meal. She was even smiling as she walked down the hall, picturing his face. She opened their bedroom door-and everything stopped. There was Nelson on their bed. Next to him, another woman. A young she-wolf, beautiful, purebred. The scent in the room was thick, unmistakable. Ciara just stood there, frozen, her heart shattering into pieces too small to ever find again. Nelson looked at her-shocked, not sorry. The other woman ducked behind him, playing innocent. That was it. Something in Ciara broke, and she didn't bother trying to put herself back together. That day, the old Ciara Mendel vanished. Someone new took her place. Now, she sat in Nelson's study, holding a thick folder. Her face was calm, almost cold. No one would have guessed what was burning inside her. She walked over and set the documents on his desk. "These are the quarterly financial reports," she said, her voice soft and steady. Nelson glanced at the papers, not worried, not suspicious. He trusted her. Why wouldn't he? Ciara had always been obedient, always harmless. He had no idea that, tucked beneath the last page, she'd hidden divorce papers. Ciara smiled. For the first time in five years, her smile was hers alone. Nelson caught the edge in her expression and frowned. "Are you angry?" he asked, his voice all calm, but his eyes searching. Ciara met his gaze, slow and deliberate. "Not anymore," she said. Her words were cold, sharp-like the snap of winter air. Nelson looked uneasy, but he shrugged it off. He still thought he was in control. He was the alpha, the strong one. Ciara was just his weak little human mate... at least, that's what he believed. That night, the house was silent. A different kind of silence. The start of a quiet war. Nelson expected things to go back to normal. He figured Ciara would cry, beg, maybe even forgive him like always. But she didn't. She stopped waiting for him. Stopped asking questions. Stopped caring. She moved through the house like a stranger-eyes far away, heart locked tight. Every step was careful, every move deliberate. While Nelson slept, Ciara made her plans. She read up on wolf laws, divorce rights, property rules, even tracked down hidden accounts. She collected proof of Nelson's betrayal. She protected herself, quietly. Nobody noticed. She wasn't the weak wife anymore. She was finally awake.

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