Novels by Master's Lí Wife

The tension in Skydome’s upper floor could slice through glass. The sun was just tipping past the horizon, casting a pale gold hue through the tinted windows that overlooked the city. Charlie sat behind the long black table, every movement deliberate, every silence louder than thunder. He had been expecting Carl.When Carl finally arrived, he didn’t stride in with the arrogance that once marked him. His posture was measured—polished—but his eyes flickered with unease. His assistant lingered by the door, clutching a folder like a lifeline. Charlie didn’t rise; he merely gestured toward the seat opposite him.“Tea?” Charlie offered, voice cool, unbothered.Carl hesitated, then nodded. “Sure.”Charlie poured two cups. The scent of oolong filled the air, subtle but sharp. Carl accepted his cup, but didn’t drink.“Let’s not make enemies,” Carl began. His tone was diplomatic, almost too smooth. “We’re both men of progress. The media’s stirring trouble, but you and I—we know how this game wo

The world turned on me overnight. One morning, I was the Miracle Doctor who restored life where death had already claimed its ground; by dusk, I was branded a fraud—a man who built his entire reputation on lies.Carl’s scandal hit the media like wildfire. Every news channel, every blog, every whisper in the corporate sphere carried the same poisonous headline:“Skydome’s Miracle Doctor Exposed: The Man with a Stolen Identity.”The footage they aired was selective—grainy clips of me during my time at the clinic, blurred documents from unknown “sources,” and falsified records claiming my credentials never existed. Carl had invested heavily in disinformation. It was surgical—a smear campaign designed to dismantle me, not through bullets, but through doubt.By the second day, investors began withdrawing. Reporters camped outside Skydome’s gates, demanding answers. Even within our walls, loyalty started to fracture.Linda tried to control the damage—press releases, internal memos, and emer

The hospital room reeked of antiseptic and hypocrisy. The machines hummed softly, steady now that Nancy’s mother was out of danger. You could feel the shift in the air — gratitude from everyone, except the one person who should have had it most.Nancy stood by her mother’s bed, her hands trembling not from relief, but from anger she couldn’t quite explain. Carl was at her side, his arm around her shoulders, the picture of false comfort. The same man whose men had just tried to sabotage the procedure now looked at me like I was the inconvenience in his perfect little world.“Don’t think this changes anything, Charlie,” Nancy said, her voice sharp, brittle. “You might have saved her, but you’re still nothing without me.”For a second, I thought I misheard her. Even the air in the room seemed to pause. The nurses who had seen me work went still. One of them, a young intern with trembling lips, muttered something under her breath, and it wasn’t kind.A relative — Nancy’s uncle, I think —

The call from Nancy still echoed in my ears as I tore through the streets. The convoy of luxury cars that had followed me earlier was nowhere to be seen; I had no patience for the ceremony now. Linda sat beside me, silent for once, while the driver pushed the car harder than the law should allow.By the time I reached the hospital, chaos had already taken root. Nurses ran back and forth, their voices sharp with panic. Doctors clustered in corners, debating in low tones. When I pushed through the ward doors, their eyes snapped to me, and for a breath, silence fell.“It’s him,” someone whispered. “The Miracle Doctor.”The words carried a strange weight, half reverence, half desperation. I didn’t respond. My focus narrowed the moment I saw Nancy’s mother. She lay on the bed, pale as parchment, her chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. Monitors screamed at irregular intervals. Her life was slipping, grain by grain, through an unseen crack in the hourglass.Nancy was at her side, eyes

Linda led me through a private elevator that bypassed the main floors, descending into a wing few eyes had ever seen. The air was hushed, heavy with the sterile scent of disinfectants and the faint mechanical hum of life-support machines. The sign on the wall read: Skydome VIP Ward.“This,” she said, her voice low, “is where the untouchables come when money and power can’t buy them time. Foreign heads of state, billionaires, royalty. Their last hope sits here.”We stopped at the entrance of a glass-paneled room. Inside, a boy no older than seven lay pale on a hospital bed. His tiny chest rose and fell in shallow, fragile breaths, every exhale sounding like a whisper fighting extinction. His father, a man in a tailored suit whose aura screamed power, stood by the bedside, face carved with despair.I recognized him instantly—though not from memory, but from reputation. One of the city’s wealthiest magnates, a man whose signature could sway entire industries. And here he was, clutching h

Linda slipped her arm under mine, steady and firm, as if she’d carried me a thousand times before. Her presence silenced the chaos around me, but Nancy’s voice cut through like a jagged blade.“Don’t you dare walk away with him! He’s still my husband!”Her eyes were bloodshot, her face twisted with rage.“Ex-husband,” Linda corrected sharply, her tone smooth as glass but edged like steel. She didn’t even look at Nancy again. She focused on me—only me.Nancy’s fists clenched. I could feel the weight of her fury pressing against my back. But before she could launch another attack, the doctor’s frantic voice pierced the room.“Miss Nancy! Your mother… she’s awake!”The words hit like thunder. Nancy’s face froze, her rage dissolving into shock.“She’s—what?”“Yes, she regained consciousness just now! You should come immediately.”Nancy gasped, her body jolting as if she’d been struck by lightning. Without another glance at me, she bolted down the corridor, her heels clicking desperately a