Mistaken Marriage, Unexpected Love

In the duty room of the hospital, Camila Haynes was putting on her doctor uniform.

Tonight was the first night of her marriage.

But when a colleague had asked Camila to take her shift for the night, she had gone straight to the hospital without hesitation.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Camila straightened her lab coat and smiled bitterly. No one cared where she went anyway.

All of a sudden, the door was violently kicked open from the outside, sending it crashing against the wall.

Before Camila could look up to see what was going on, she heard the click of the light switch, and the whole room became pitch black.

Scared out of her wits, Camila trembled, her hair standing on end.

"Who's-"

Before she could get another word out, she was suddenly shoved down onto the table. With a loud clatter, the things on the table fell to the floor. Camila could feel the coldness of a sharp blade being pressed against her neck, and a strange voice barked, "Quiet!"

When her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could barely make out the man's face, though his eyes stood out. They were sharp and cold.

The metallic smell of blood filled her nose. Instantly, she knew that this man was injured.

Maybe it was because of her training as a doctor, she was used to staying calm and level-headed even in situations as scary and stressful as this.

She subtly lifted her leg in an attempt to kick the man. But the second she moved, the man noticed and forcefully pressed her restless leg down.

"I saw him heading this way!" a voice sounded from the distance.

Then, Camila heard the sound of footsteps approaching them.

It seemed that they'd barge in any second now.

In a moment of desperation, the man suddenly lowered his head and pressed his lips against Camila's.

Wide-eyed, Camila struggled to free herself from his forceful kiss and shoved the man away. Fortunately, he didn't hurt her with the knife he was wielding.

Camila touched her lips in a daze, unable to wrap her head around what just happened.

Just then, she heard the sound of the doorknob turning.

Making up her mind, Camila gritted her teeth and wrapped her arms around the man's neck. Without hesitation, she raised her head and kissed the man.

She whispered in a trembling voice, "I can help you..."

The man swallowed audibly. The next second, he made his move. His hot breath sprayed against her ear, and his voice was low and sexy. "I'll take responsibility for this."

But he seemed to have misunderstood her. Camila only meant to put on an act.

When the door was pushed open, she moaned as loudly as she could, mimicking the sounds she had heard on porn videos.

For a second, the man was stunned. She was so fascinating and seductive.

The people at the door were also in a daze when they heard her moan.

"What the fuck? It's just a couple making out here! I can't believe they'd do this at a hospital."

The door was pushed open a little more. The light in the corridor shone on Camila's body. The man shifted his body, trying to block the sight of those prying eyes. In the dim light, the people outside could only see that the two were hugging and kissing.

"That's definitely not Isaac. He's badly injured. He wouldn't have the strength to do this no matter how sexy that girl is."

"You have to admit, that girl's really good at making slutty sounds."

"Shut up and move! If we can't find Isaac, we're doomed!"

Soon, the sound of footsteps faded away.

The man knew that his assailants had left, but he found that he couldn't move away from the woman. He licked his lips, his lust blinding his reason.

The crisis was solved now, so Camila tried to push the man away. But just as her palms pressed against the man's chest, she suddenly thought about her marriage.

Her whole life had been controlled by others, including her marriage.

Her father, a man ruled by his greed, had forced her to marry into the Johnston family.

Her grandfather used to be the chauffeur of Robin Johnston, the patriarch of the Johnston family. As fate would have it, he died saving Robin's life in an accident.

The small company run by her family had accumulated massive debt and was on the verge of bankruptcy. Her cunning father knew that if he asked for money from the Johnston family, their favor with them would be spent. So he came up with a vicious plan to make his daughter marry Isaac Johnston, Robin's grandson.

In this way, their family would finally establish a more solid connection with the Johnston family-one that was bound by marriage.

Besides, given the Johnston family's wealth, they were sure to get a lot of benefits in the future.

The Johnston family couldn't afford to refuse the proposition, or they would risk losing face in one way or another.

Isaac was extremely dissatisfied with this arranged marriage, so he requested that his new bride never tell anyone that she was his wife, and that she keep her maiden name.

But no one asked Camila what she wanted.

And to make matters worse, the groom never showed up at the banquet, even though no one outside either family was present.

Camila had been left alone at the banquet, her face white as a sheet.

She felt so humiliated! And she refused to accept it!

Perhaps it was because of the tension in the atmosphere, but Camila's pent-up feelings of rebellion suddenly exploded.

Her life was barely worth living because it was controlled by others.

Thus, she decided to resist her fate in her own way!

Without much resistance, Camila gave her first time to this stranger.

After it was over, the man kissed her cheek gently and said in a low and hoarse voice, "I'll come back for you." Then he left quickly.

Camila couldn't get up after a long time. The man had fucked her hard, and her crotch felt raw and burned with pain.

All of a sudden, the sound of her phone ringing broke the silence.

She reached out to grab it and answered the call. An anxious voice sounded from the other end of the line, "Dr. Griffith, emergency! Please come here quickly!"

Camila adjusted her voice and answered calmly, "Okay, I'll be there soon."

After hanging up, she looked at her phone in a daze.

Her disheveled clothes and the sticky feeling between her legs told her that this was not a dream. It really happened. She had sex with a stranger on the first night of her marriage.

This was the most rebellious thing she had ever done in her life!

But she didn't have the time to dwell on this. A patient needed her. Gritting her teeth, she quickly got dressed and rushed to the emergency center.

Camila was busy for the rest of the night.

When she finally returned to the duty room, she found that it was still a complete mess.

Recalling what happened here a few hours ago, she couldn't help but run her fingers through her tangled hair in distress.

"Thanks for taking over my shift, Dr. Haynes." Camila's colleague, Debora Griffith, suddenly strode in with a grateful smile.

Camila forced a smile and answered, "You're welcome."

"I can take it from here. You should head back and get some rest." Only then did Debora notice the mess in the room. Eyebrows raised, she asked incredulously, "What happened here?"

Turning her head to hide the panic in her eyes, Camila said, "I accidentally knocked over the things on the table earlier. Anyway, since you're here, I'm going to head home now."

Debora felt that Camila was acting strange, but she didn't care. She shrugged and bent down to start picking up the random things on the floor.

Just when Camila left, the director of the hospital and Isaac's assistant, Willie Calderon, showed up at the door.

"She was the doctor on duty last night, Debora Griffith," the director said.

Willie walked into the room and peered at Debora's name plate on her lab coat. "Ma'am, please come with me."

Debora looked up in confusion.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see. Just come with us," Willie answered expressionlessly. The hospital director, on the other hand, wasn't too happy with her hesitation. He pulled her rather forcefully and hissed, "Don't keep Mr. Johnston waiting."

Albeit confused, Debora obediently followed them to the hospital director's office.

Isaac was sitting upright on the sofa with his legs crossed. Without paying close attention, the paleness on his thin lips would've gone unnoticed.

The strong, pungent smell of disinfectant in the hospital also covered up the smell of blood on him.

Dressed in pure black, his sharp features and strong aura seemed to show that he had overcome countless difficulties. Even a single glance from him was daunting.

Willie walked over to Isaac and whispered something in his ear. "All the surveillance videos last night were deliberately tampered with, likely thanks to your assailants. They cleaned up their tracks and got rid of any possible evidence. This is Dr. Debora Griffith, the doctor on duty last night. I also just went to check the records, and it was indeed her shift."

Only then did Isaac look up at Debora.

Debora was shocked. The man on the sofa was none other than the CEO of Paramount Corporation.

"Are you the one who helped me last night?" Isaac asked, looking at her face carefully.

Debora immediately averted her gaze, not daring to meet his eyes.

"Y-yes, it... It was me." She didn't know what exactly had happened last night, but she knew that she could benefit a lot if she could get into Isaac's good graces.

It just so happened that Military Central Hospital was about to select candidates for their internship.

Although it was called an internship, whoever was selected would stay on as their official doctor.

The resources there were much better than that of this hospital.

If Debora could get the help of someone as powerful as Isaac, she'd definitely be selected for the internship.

"I'll give you whatever you want-even marriage." Isaac's expression was indifferent, but when he thought of what happened last night, his cold face softened somewhat.

"W-what? Marriage? Er... I..." Isaac dropped a bomb on her so suddenly that Debora couldn't think straight.

"Once you've made up your mind, you can come to me." Isaac then stood up and asked his assistant to give her his phone number.

The hospital director bowed slightly and offered, "Mr. Johnston, let me escort you out."

Isaac refused him, returning to his cold demeanor. "That won't be necessary." Then, he seemed to think of something and added, "Please take good care of her."

"Of course, Mr. Johnston," the director said with a subservient smile.

After making sure that they were out of earshot, the assistant reminded Isaac in a low voice, "Sir, you're already married. I don't think you can marry Miss Griffith if she ends up wanting the marriage."

Upon thinking the bride he was forced to marry, Isaac's expression darkened. "Are you so keen to die?"

The assistant immediately fell silent, a shiver running down his spine. He didn't know if Isaac was pissed off about the woman he married or the person who sent the hitmen after him.

After work, Camila went home to her husband's villa.

As soon as Camila entered the house, the middle-aged housekeeper, Glenda Rivera, came up and asked, "May I ask where you were last night?"

"I had to cover someone's shift," Camila answered in a small voice.

There were dark circles under her eyes, and she clearly looked tired.

Glenda didn't press her for more information when she saw how exhausted Camila was. Instead, she bowed and let Camila retire to her room.

Camila went straight to the bathroom and ran a hot bath. Soaking in the tub, she suddenly recalled the events of last night, and her face suddenly became as hot as the bathwater.

She rubbed her temples, trying to clear her messy mind.

After all, she had let a stranger take her virginity.

Moreover, she was married now.

She couldn't help but feel guilty.

After getting out of the tub, she got dressed and headed out.

Seeing that Camila was about to leave, Glenda came over and asked, "Are you leaving again so soon? You should at least have breakfast first."

Camila glanced at her watch and sighed. "No thanks. I'll be late for work."

Glenda knew that Camila was a doctor, and she knew how hard this job was. Thinking of this, she looked at Camila with newfound respect and brought her a glass of warm milk. "At least drink this before going to work."

Seeing the concern on Glenda's face, Camila felt touched. She took the glass of milk and said softly, "Thank you."

"Of course." Glenda smiled, her chubby face looking very kind and friendly.

After finishing the milk, Camila handed the glass back to Glenda and headed out.

But she didn't go straight to work. She had left early so that she could go to the in-patient department first.

Because her mother was in the intensive care unit.

After entering the ward, she checked her mother's status and saw that she was still in bad shape.

Her heart sank.

Her mother had suffered from heart failure and was now in a critical condition. The only solution was a heart transplant, which would cost a lot of money.

She agreed to her father's demand and married into the Johnston family because her father threatened her, saying that he wouldn't pay the fees for her mother's surgery if she didn't agree.

If they could just find a suitable heart donor, her mother would be saved.

She looked at her mother, who was lying peacefully in bed, and said in a low and bitter voice, "Mom, I swear I'll save you."

A single teardrop ran down her cheek. Her mother was the person closest to her.

The phone in her pocket started to ring.

"Hi, Mila! Can you do me a favor?" A cheerful voice sounded from the other end of the line.

It was her senior, Forrest Walters who called her. They graduated from the same medical school, but he was two grades above her. He had gone abroad for further studies, and now, he was a very famous doctor.

More importantly, he had always taken good care of her.

So the two were pretty close.

"What kind of favor?" Camila asked.

"I have a patient who needs treatment, but I'm in the middle of something urgent. I won't make it in time. Can you tend to the patient for me please?"

Camila checked her schedule. Aside from two surgeries in the afternoon, she was relatively free that morning, so she agreed.

"I have sent you the address. Just tell them that you're there for Mr. Calderon, and the doorman will know what to do."

Camila got the address and answered, "Got it."

"And Mila, don't tell anyone about this and don't ask any unnecessary questions. Just focus on treating the patient, okay?" Forrest added.

"Okay." After hanging up, Camila took a taxi to the address.

It was located in a high-end neighborhood with top-level security.

The doorman stopped her from entering. As instructed, Camila informed him that she was here to see Mr. Calderon. The doorman called to confirm before finally granting her access.

It didn't take long before she found the house. Taking a deep breath, she rang the doorbell.

Soon, the door was opened.

Seeing that it wasn't Forrest at the door, Willie frowned and asked, "And you are?"

From the way Forrest sounded over the phone, Camila could tell that this patient seemed to care about his privacy very much. Not wanting to get involved, she wore a mask before going.

"Dr. Forrest Walters asked me to come here in his place."

Glancing at the medical kit she was carrying, Willie squinted at her. "You know what to do?"

"Yes, Dr. Walters briefed me. I won't tell anyone."

Willie figured that Forrest wouldn't ask someone unreliable to come here, so he let Camila in.

He led Camila through the huge living room, up the stairs to the second floor, and stopped in front of the door to a bedroom.

The room was very dimly lit. Glancing at Willie, she asked, "How can I treat the patient without lights?"

When Isaac heard that it was a woman's voice, he pulled over his coat over his head to cover his face and said coldly, "Fine. You may turn on the lights."

Willie obliged and turned the lights on.

The room was instantly illuminated.

The voice sounded familiar, but Camila didn't think too much of it. She approached the injured man, who was lying in bed. The blood on his white shirt had dried up, leaving a nasty dark red stain.

She tried not to look at his covered face. After all, she was here to treat him, not to pry.

Obviously, the patient didn't want others to know his identity, so it was only right that she respect his privacy.

She put the medical kit on the table and opened it. Then she took out a pair of medical-grade scissors to cut the cloth on the wound.

As soon as she pried off the blood-caked clothing, she saw that the man had two wounds, and that they had simply been bandaged with gauze.

She put the scissors down and immediately set out to clean the wounds.

Every move was elegant and efficient.

"Are you allergic to anesthesia?" she asked.

After cleaning up the wounds, she found that they weren't that deep and that there was no sign of internal bleeding, but they still needed to be stitched up.

This process would require anesthesia.

Her voice was calm, completely different from how the panicked woman sounded from last night.

Therefore, even though Isaac had heard her voice, he had no idea that this female doctor was the person he had sex with last night.

On the inside, he was impressed by her skill and calmness, but on the outside, he remained cold. "No."

Camila nodded and then proceeded to prepare the anesthetics. She soon injected the substance into a spot near his injuries.

Two minutes later, the drug took effect and she began to stitch up the wounds.

After an hour, she was done.

She was extremely efficient.

Seeing that her hands were stained with blood, she excused herself. "I need to go to the bathroom."

"There's one downstairs," Willie said.

Camila walked out and followed his directions.

When she was gone, Willie closed the door and walked up to Isaac.

"Upon investigating, it seems the person who had hired those hitmen was your Aunt Audrey. Because you dealt with all her spies in the company, she grew desperate and tried to have you killed."

Isaac sat up in bed. He should've been weak given his injuries, but on the contrary, his eyes were sharp and alert.

He looked at Willie and asked in a low voice, "Did the arranged marriage have anything to do with her?"

After a pause, Willie answered, "Yes, I found out that she was in contact with your father-in-law. It was strange that he requested that his daughter marry you but not Audrey's son. Obviously, Audrey had something to do with that."

"She's done so much for me. It'd be rude if I didn't do anything in return." He had just gone abroad for a few days for business, but someone had made so much trouble for him.

He was completely expressionless, but the coldness in his eyes was undeniable. "I heard that her son runs a club called Charm on Cavern Street."

Hearing this, Willie instantly understood what was on his boss's mind. "Since they don't have a place in the company anymore, that club is their only source of income. If they lose it..."

"Do it," Isaac said in a dangerously low voice, his eyes flashing viciously.

Willie nodded and immediately set out to do what he was told. On the way downstairs, he ran into Camila, who was about to go upstairs.

Willie knew that Forrest must've already told her to keep her mouth shut, but he figured it was worth reminding her. "If you tell anyone about what happened today, you'll die a horrible death."

If Audrey and her son caught wind of Isaac's injuries, they'd definitely seize the opportunity to beat him while he was down.

"Don't worry, I won't." With her head down, Camila added, "I'll leave as soon as I get my medical kit."

When she returned to the bedroom, she saw that the man's back was to the door. He had taken his bloodied shirt off, exposing his well-defined back muscles.

"Don't you know it's rude to stare?" The man didn't turn around, but he seemed to have noticed her intent gaze. His voice was lazy, mixed with a hint of mockery.

Camila snapped to her senses and lowered her head in a hurry.

With her head down, she walked over to pack up her things. In a gentle voice, she reminded him, "Don't let your wounds get wet for the time being. Disinfect them once a day, and wear loose shirts so as to avoid infection."

When she was done packing her medical kit, she took out a bottle of pills and a tube of ointment. "I'm leaving you these medicines."

Isaac didn't turn around and grunted in reply.

Camila had nothing else to say, so she left.

She walked out with the medical kit.

She hailed a taxi and went back to the hospital. It was almost lunchtime when she arrived, so she went to the canteen of the hospital to eat. As soon as she returned to her office, she was summoned to the hospital director's office.

"I'm sending Debora to Military Central Hospital for the internship," the hospital director said seriously. He seemed to have some unspeakable reasons.