Trapped By The President's Dangerous Secret
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I was just a urologist trying to survive my first solo VIP consult. The patient was an arrogant, terrifying man who refused a basic exam.
But an hour later, I was in the ER, watching his seven-year-old son bleed out on the operating table.
The boy had the rarest blood type in the world—Rh-null. And so did I.
I gave my blood to save the kid, thinking that would be the end of it. I was completely wrong.
The terrifying VIP was Auguste Raymond, the President of the United States.
Because the traumatized First Son woke up crying for me, the White House didn't just thank me. They took me.
My own mentor blackmailed me with my mother's nursing home fees, threatening to cut off her medical funding if I didn't comply.
The Secret Service shoved me into a black SUV, confiscated my phone, and forced me to sign a strict NDA.
I was stripped of my medical career and locked inside the West Wing. I gave my blood to save his only son, and in return, the President made me his prisoner.
Standing in the Oval Office, facing the most powerful man in the free world, I realized my normal life was over.
"Your medical duties are suspended indefinitely. You are nothing but a nanny now," he ordered coldly.
I looked at the encrypted burner phone they handed me, typed a single text, and accepted my golden cage.
"I'm in."
Trapped By The President's Dangerous Secret Chapter 1
Ana stared at the medical chart in her hands.
The name printed at the top was Arthur Vance.
Below that, the entire medical history section was completely blank.
No previous surgeries. No current medications. Not even a listed primary care physician.
A heavy knot of annoyance formed in her stomach.
She pressed the button on the internal intercom sitting on her desk.
"Send the patient in."
Before she could even lift her finger from the plastic button, the heavy wooden door of the VIP consultation room was shoved open.
It hit the wall with a dull, violent thud.
Two massive men wearing dark suits and earpieces stepped into the room.
Their eyes darted to the corners of the ceiling, scanning the blind spots of the security cameras.
Ana's pulse spiked.
She pushed her chair back and stood up, her jaw tightening.
"Excuse me, you are violating HIPAA privacy laws. Get out of my clinic."
A tall man in a dark, custom-tailored trench coat walked right past the bodyguards.
Auguste stopped in the center of the room.
His cold, piercing gaze locked onto Ana's face.
The air in the room instantly felt thinner, pressing down on her chest and making it hard to breathe.
He walked over to the examination table but didn't sit down.
He just stood there, his eyes scanning the medical equipment with absolute disdain.
Ana forced her heart rate to slow down.
She picked up her stethoscope from the desk.
"Take off your coat and put on the hospital gown."
Auguste completely ignored her instruction.
"Which security firm handles this hospital's network? The perimeter feels remarkably porous for a private facility."
Ana froze, her fingers gripping the metal of the stethoscope until her knuckles turned white.
She felt a hot flush of anger crawl up her neck.
He was dodging the issue of his hidden illness.
"Avoiding medical treatment will only lead to permanent damage to your prostate function, Mr. Vance."
A dangerous, dark glint flashed in Auguste's eyes.
He took a slow step forward, his tall frame leaning slightly toward her.
The bodyguard on the left immediately stepped forward, his body angling slightly as he placed a flat hand against his suit lapel, physically inserting himself between Ana and Auguste in a clear, professional warning posture.
Auguste raised his right hand, making a tiny, sharp gesture with his fingers.
The bodyguard snapped back to his original position instantly.
Ana's stomach dropped at the sudden movement, but she refused to back down.
She grabbed a plastic urine collection cup from the counter and shoved it toward him.
Auguste looked down at the plastic cup.
The corner of his mouth twitched upward in a brutal, mocking smirk.
He reached out, took the cup from her hand, and dropped it straight into the biohazard waste bin.
Ana slammed her palm against the desk.
"If you refuse to cooperate, leave my clinic right now."
Auguste opened his mouth to speak, but a tiny red light suddenly flashed inside his right ear.
The color drained from his face.
His lazy arrogance vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, lethal alertness.
The two bodyguards lunged forward, using their massive bodies to form a tactical shield between Auguste and Ana.
Auguste turned around and strode toward the door.
He didn't offer a single word of explanation.
Ana ran around the desk, reaching out to grab the sleeve of his trench coat.
"You still have to pay the consultation fee!"
The bodyguard shoved her shoulder hard.
The force sent Ana stumbling backward, her heels catching on the linoleum floor.
Auguste disappeared down the hallway.
The heavy door slammed shut in her face.
Ana rubbed her aching shoulder, staring at the empty room.
A bitter taste of humiliation coated the back of her throat.
She grabbed the blank medical chart and hurled it into the trash can.
Her first independent VIP consultation was a complete failure.
Suddenly, a high-pitched alarm blared from the hospital's overhead PA system.
The sound vibrated in her teeth.
"Code Trauma. Level One. Emergency Department."
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Trapped By The President's Dangerous Secret of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6Chapter 7 Ch. 7Chapter 8 Ch. 8Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
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She was a top-tier apocalyptic survival expert, yet here she was, paying the ultimate price for a stranger's monstrous sins. It was a bitter, unacceptable irony to die helplessly in the dirt while her supposed protectors waited for her corpse to rot.
She refused to accept this ending.
Forcing a chaotic surge of energy through their shared Biological Link, she brought all five men to their knees in agonizing pain, commanding them to carry her back. In the dark cave, without a single scream, she plunged her bare hands into a fire and brutally cauterized her own gaping wound with searing ash. As the beastmen stared in horrified awe at the unbreakable soul now occupying the tyrant's body, Genevieve wiped the blood from her face and began to rewrite her fate.
8.1
Elinor's frail daughter, Cece, died in a sterile hospital room while waiting for her father to take her to Disney World.
But her billionaire husband, Derick, never showed up. At the exact moment Cece's heart monitor flatlined, the hospital TV broadcasted Derick affectionately holding the hand of his mistress and he has booked a clearance of the entire Disneyland to celebrate mistress's daughter's birthday!.
When Elinor confronted Derick with their daughter's ashes, he sneered and accused her of hiding the child just to get his attention. Elinor's heart was torn to shreds. How could a father be so blind and ruthless? Did Kamryn use his power to steal the very kidney that belonged to Cece? Why did her innocent baby have to die for their sick affair?
The suffocating grief inside Elinor finally crystallized into a sharp blade. She wiped the blood from her lips, canceled the simple divorce, and began her ruthless revenge.
9.0
I am the undisputed ice queen of the ER, a doctor whose life is built on absolute control. A month ago, I impulsively married a stranger to create a legal shield against my ex-mentor's betrayal.
Our prenup had one strict rule: a fake marriage with zero interference in each other's lives. But tonight, my "husband on paper" was wheeled into my ER, unconscious, reeking of cheap whiskey, and suffering from a bleeding ulcer.
To authorize his emergency surgery, I had to sign the consent form as his wife, detonating a gossip bomb among my colleagues. Worse, his overbearing family found out he was hospitalized. To stop his terrifying mother from flying in and exposing our sham marriage, I had to lean over his hospital bed and take a fake, loving couple's selfie.
I didn't understand why this disciplined math professor was suddenly drinking himself to death, nor why my chest tightened when he looked at me with exhausted eyes and begged for homemade soup. My perfectly ordered, untouchable life was crumbling into a chaotic mess, and I was losing my grip on the narrative.
"We should probably spend some time together beforehand. We could be roommates."
To prepare for an unavoidable family dinner and a wedding, my stranger husband just asked me to move into his apartment. The ultimate uncontrolled variable has just crossed the line, and our fake marriage is about to become dangerously real.
7.4
Evelina Barrett was the legitimate daughter, yet she was framed for a disgusting sex scandal, expelled from the Ivy League, and locked out of her late mother's massive trust fund.
While she was thrown out to rot on the streets with a jagged, hideous red scar covering half her face, her father and step-family were throwing a lavish charity gala to celebrate her total ruin.
They laughed as they officially published her disownment notice in the Times to cut her off forever.
"Without the school halo, that ugly freak will be begging on the streets by tomorrow," her sister Aspen sneered.
Her stepmother Annabella toasted to taking out the trash, perfectly happy to steal Evelina's inheritance while ignoring the fact that Evelina knew exactly how they had murdered her mother.
For years, Evelina had been locked in a dark basement, abused by bodyguards, and treated worse than a stray dog.
Why should she, the true heir, suffer in the gutter while the leeches who destroyed her life enjoyed the wealth that rightfully belonged to her?
She refused to be their victim anymore.
Washing away her fake scar to reveal her true, breathtaking face, Evelina blackmailed New York's most lethal billionaire into marriage to secure the ultimate shield.
Then, she put on a black mourning dress, ordered a dark web ghost crew, and climbed into a heavy semi-truck.
At exactly 6:00 PM, she smashed through the iron gates of her family's elegant gala, delivering three pure black coffins directly to the lawn.
8.6
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.
8.6
I am the last surviving daughter of a murdered Mafia Don, kept as a captive trophy by Julian Moretti.
To break my spirit, he systematically drugged my meals, turning me into a ghost in his gilded cage.
But the true nightmare began when he brought his childhood sweetheart, Linette, to live under the same roof.
When she pushed me into the estate's frozen lake and fell in with me, Julian didn't hesitate.
He dove into the freezing black water, looked right into my desperate eyes, and turned his back to save her.
He left me to drown.
I survived the icy abyss, only to face a crueler fate.
To cover up his betrayal and secure his power, Julian announced our immediate wedding, planning to parade me before the Mafia Commission as his conquered property.
When I swallowed poison to escape the ultimate desecration of my family's name, he simply revived me.
He pumped my veins full of paralyzing sedatives, dressed my limp body like a porcelain doll, and dragged me onto his private jet to New York.
"They will see that even a proud, wounded lioness can only whimper at my feet."
My father and brother had used their own bodies as shields so I could live.
How could I let my family's honor be trampled by the very monster who orchestrated their massacre?
As the plane descended into New York, the despair in my veins forged into cold steel.
If Julian wanted a Marino bride, I would give him exactly what that meant.
I would survive this forced marriage, and I would personally slit his throat at the altar.
