All Chapters of Fated To The Human Doctor : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Christie’s POV The rumble in the driveway didn't just stay outside; it vibrated through the floorboards and up into the soles of my feet. It was a heavy, rhythmic thrumming that made the glasses on my vanity clink together. I knew that sound. It wasn't the polite purr of a city town car. It was the sound of a convoy. "Christie, open this door!" Richard’s voice was strained, the handle rattling as he tried to force his way in. "The neighbors are going to see this. What is that man doing on my lawn? Are we not done with this madness?" Why was Richard acting like he was on the side of Diane and Anna? I stood up and walked to the window. In the moonlight, a fleet of black SUVs had crested the hill, their headlights cutting through the dark like searchlights. They didn't park neatly. They surrounded the front of the mansion, their presence alone turning my family’s estate into a fortress. The lead truck—Lyon’s truck—came to a halt directly in front of the steps. The engine cut out, le

Christie’s POV Julian didn’t walk toward the stage so much as he vibrated toward it. His tuxedo, which usually fit him with sharp precision, was rumpled and damp with sweat. Every person in the ballroom stopped breathing as he reached for the microphone. I felt Lyon’s hand tighten on my waist—not in fear, but in anticipation. He was watching Julian like a scientist watches a chemical reaction he already knows the outcome of. "Wait!" Julian’s voice cracked through the speakers, a high-pitched, desperate sound that made the auctioneer recoil. "You don’t understand! None of you understand what’s happening!" The crowd shifted uncomfortably. This was the man who was supposed to marry into the Graves family, the man who was supposed to be the city’s next golden boy. Now, he looked like a ghost haunting his own funeral. "Lyon!" Julian screamed, his eyes darting frantically around the room until they landed on us. He wasn't looking for a fight. He was looking for mercy. "Please!

Christie’s POVI stood by the tall windows with Lyon, watching the room. The people who usually flocked to Diane and Anna were now keeping a careful distance. It was a subtle movement—a step to the left, a sudden interest in a painting on the far wall—but it was unmistakable. No one wanted to be standing near the blast radius of Julian’s public breakdown.Diane tried to play it off. She stood up from her table, smoothing her skirt with trembling hands, and tried to approach a group of women she had known for twenty years."Clarice, darling," Diane said, her voice a little too high and a little too tight. "Wasn't that auction just spectacular? Richard was so happy to donate that watch."The woman she called Clarice didn't even turn her head. She kept her back to my mother, leaning in to whisper something to the woman next to her. The group moved away in a single, coordinated motion, leaving Diane standing in the middle of the floor with a frozen smile on her face."They're cutting her

Christie’s POVThe morning sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, but it didn't feel warm. I sat at the breakfast table, staring at a cup of coffee I hadn't touched. Across from me, Lyon was already dressed, looking perfectly composed as if the chaos of the gala had never happened."Pack your things, Christie," he said. It wasn't a suggestion. "We’re leaving for the North this afternoon. I’ve already had Ren prepare the convoy."I looked up at him, my heart sinking. "I can't, Lyon. I can’t just run away.""It isn't running away," he countered, leaning forward. His eyes were serious. "It’s moving to safety. My men picked Julian up the second he stepped off that gala stage last night. He’s back in the facility, and he isn’t going anywhere this time. But the buyers are still crawling through this city, and your mother is desperate. This house, this city—it’s a target.""I have a life here," I whispered, though even as I said it, I knew how thin that life was.

Christie’s POVThe hum of the centrifuge was the only thing keeping me focused. I worked in the sterile silence of the public facility, my hands moving through the motions of pipetting samples, but my mind was miles away. I kept thinking about the way Lyon had looked at me before he drove off. I kept thinking about the heat of his skin.I reached for my phone on the far end of the workbench, but the battery was dead. I sighed, leaving it plugged into the wall near the mainframe, and walked toward the cooling unit. Then, I heard a sound. It was a sharp, metallic clink from the ventilation shaft.Before I could turn around, the reinforced glass of the lab’s side entrance shattered. Black-clad figures swarmed in, moving with a tactical speed that made my heart stop. I dived for my phone, but a heavy boot crushed my hand into the floor."Not today, Doctor," a rough voice growled.I opened my mouth to scream, but a thick, chemical-smelling cloth was pressed over my face. The scent of eth