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Bend her to him. Prove that her sweet act was just a mask like the rest.
And the hospital noticed.
Whispers followed her through the halls.
He knew the hospital gossip would do the rest.
The nurses who used to warm his bed now glared when she passed. They whispered rumors in the break room, spinning tales of his latest “interest” in Maya, hoping to turn him away.
Some talked about Maya’s lack of sophistication, her messy life, her desperate situation caring for a sick brother while juggling work and school.
Others spun darker lies that Maya was trying to trap Beckett, that she was beneath him.
Some muttered she was after his money. Others said she was cold, manipulative, stringing him along to get free treatment for her brother.
“She’s probably sleeping with him already,” one hissed once in the staff lounge.
“Bet she’s begging for discounts.”
“She acts so innocent, but trust me, girls like that always end up on their knees.”
Jealousy. Pettiness.
He let it fester.
Let it poison her reputation slowly.
And still, Maya didn’t budge.
He remembered once – just once – when she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, smiled softly, and said, “Thank you, Doctor.”
Just that. Innocent. Simple.
But it had replayed in his head for weeks.
The way her lips curved. The light in her eyes.
In his mind, it wasn’t gratitude.
It was an invitation.
She should’ve been begging me.
Instead, she looked at me like I was a roach on the floor.
She never respond to his messages. Refused his ride offers. Thanked him for gifts but never accepted them.
She smiled like she was too graceful to be rude – too sweet to say what she really felt.
Their jealousy was as loud as Beckett’s lust, a poisonous symphony echoing through the sterile halls.
But Beckett didn’t care. He thrived on it.
The attention. The power.
He was used to getting what he wanted.
He was used to owning people.
And Maya – annoying, defiant, untouchable Maya – was his latest conquest.
He didn’t just want to possess her body.
He wanted to shatter her resistance.
Control her.
Make her his.
Even if it meant destroying her in the process.
Because in Beckett’s world, love was never clean.
It was a battlefield.
And he was determined to win.
But now…
Beckett’s hands clenched as he turned the corner, breath shallow.
Now he was being transferred?
Exiled?
Because of her?
No. That couldn’t be it.
They were nobodies. Just a broke girl with too much pride and a half-dead kid for a brother.
No influence. No power.
Unless… Unless someone else was watching.
Someone who moved shadows with a nod and buried people with a whisper.
Someone with the power to bury him. To erase him without leaving a mark.
Beckett’s pulse thundered in his ears.
Who the hell did she belong to?
By the time the sun rose over the city, Maya was already halfway into her apron and pouring coffee for the early shift crowd.
Sunday mornings were always heavy, but today felt different. She welcomed the noise, the motion, the distraction. A coworker had called in sick, and when the manager offered overtime, she’d volunteered without hesitation.
Six extra hours. Double shift.
More time on her feet. Less time to think.
More money in her pocket – and right now, that meant everything.
The café buzzed with energy. People came and went in waves – business types, young couples, tired moms clutching their phones like lifelines. Maya smiled through it all, sleeves rolled up, hands working fast, mind only halfway there.
Every time the door chimed open, her eyes flicked toward it without meaning to.
No Damien Blackwood. Of course not. This wasn’t his world.
She shook it off and poured another espresso.
This was safer. Simpler. Just coffee and burnt toast. Just the hiss of milk steaming and the soft murmur of indie playlists overhead.
But no matter how hard she tried to focus, her thoughts kept slipping back to the day before.
The car ride.
The accidental brush of their bodies.
The way Damien’s jaw tightened when he saw Beckett.
The low edge in his voice when he asked for the doctor’s name,
