Novels by Jessie S.

Damon carefully packed his silver needles into their case, making sure each one was secured before snapping the lid shut. He slipped the case into his coat pocket and turned toward the nurses standing beside Arthur's bed. "Make sure someone stays with him at all times. His condition has stabilized, but that doesn't mean the danger has passed. If his breathing changes or his readings become unstable, call me immediately." "Yes, Dr. Callahan," one of the nurses answered. Damon gave Arthur one final glance before heading for the door. The old man looked considerably better than he had an hour ago, but the faint lines of exhaustion on his face reminded Damon that his recovery would take time. Whatever had caused his sudden collapse, Damon wasn't convinced the problem had been completely resolved. Outside the room, Vanessa Rhodes stood beside Eunice Brooks, her assistant. She had been so focused on her grandfather's condition that she had barely noticed Damon preparing to leave. Now t

“Doctor, we've tried everything. We're losing him.” The nurse's words sent a chill through the hallway. Nathaniel Grant stared at her, momentarily unable to respond. Behind the emergency room doors, the monitors continued to sound, each alarm reminding everyone that Arthur Rhodes was running out of time. Vanessa's face drained of color. She had watched doctors rush in and out, listened to promises that her grandfather would be fine, and tried to hold on to the belief that Jayrodale General Hospital could save him. Now, even the senior doctors seemed to be running out of answers. “Then get someone who can help him!” she snapped. “I don't care who you have to call. Just don't stand here and tell me there's nothing else you can do!” Before Nathaniel could answer, a senior physician hurried toward them. “Dr. Grant, we need to consider another option. Dr. Damon Cahallan might be able to identify what's causing this.” Julian Mercer immediately frowned. “Dr. Cahallan? He's a re

The automatic glass doors of Jayrodale General Hospital opened abruptly as a group of bodyguards rushed into the lobby, clearing a path for an incoming gurney. An elderly man lay on the stretcher, his face pale beneath the bright fluorescent lights. An oxygen mask covered his nose and mouth while a paramedic checked his pulse and quickly updated the medical staff. Hurrying behind them was a tall woman in a fitted black dress. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulders, and the calm expression she usually carried had been replaced by worry. “Grandpa, please... just hold on. Stay with me.” Vanessa Rhodes held his cold hand tightly until the nurses rushed him through the double doors of the emergency room. As the only heiress of the powerful Rhodes conglomerate, Vanessa was used to handling difficult situations. She was intelligent, confident, and respected in Jayrodale's business circles, but none of that mattered to her now. Arthur Rhodes was the only family member who had

Tessa was waiting in the hotel lobby when Beckett arrived with a bouquet of blue roses. Her eyes lit up at the sight of him, and she hurried over with a warm smile. “You kept me waiting,” she teased, accepting the flowers. “I had something to take care of.” Beckett leaned down and kissed her forehead. “But I'm here now.” Tessa smiled as she admired the roses. “These are beautiful. Come on, let's go.” “There's something I need to tell you first.” Beckett's expression grew serious. “I ran into Damon outside.” The smile on Tessa's face faded. “What happened?” “I wanted to make it clear that he needed to respect your decision and stop bothering you. Instead, he turned violent and attacked my bodyguards.” Tessa's eyes widened. “Damon did that?” “Apparently, he isn't ready to let you go. I wouldn't be surprised if he tried something else, so I think you should be careful.” Tessa's expression hardened. She had already ended things with Damon, and she wasn't about to let him

Damon walked out of the Grand Royal Hotel, Tessa's cold expression still fresh in his mind. Three years. He had spent three years loving her, supporting her, and helping her build her company. Yet, when the time came to choose between him and another man, she hadn't hesitated. A bitter smile crossed his face. Perhaps he had been a fool to believe their relationship meant as much to her as it did to him. Damon reached the sidewalk and was about to call his driver when a black SUV pulled up beside him. The passenger door opened, and a man in a tailored suit stepped out, holding a bouquet of blue roses. The moment Damon recognized him, his expression hardened. It was Beckett Sloane. The very man Tessa had chosen over him. Beckett was the CEO of Sloane Industries, a wealthy young businessman whose family connections made him a familiar face among the city's elite. He had pursued Tessa for months, never bothering to hide his interest despite knowing she was engaged. Now,

The champagne had been cooling in its silver bucket for over an hour, untouched. Damon sat across the candlelit table, watching the faint blue glow of an iPad screen reflect in Tessa’s gorgeous, lifeless eyes. He had booked the entire penthouse dining room of the Grand Royal Hotel three weeks in advance, all to celebrate his fiancée’s company hitting its three-billion-dollar valuation and finally settle on their wedding date. He cleared his throat to get her attention, but Tessa remained glued to her screen, not sparing him a single glance. “Let’s eat, Tessa. We’re here to celebrate—” “I’m not here to eat, Damon,” she interrupted smoothly. She tossed her iPad onto the table, crossed her legs, and locked eyes with him. Her face was cold, her expression devoid of a trace of emotion. Damon blinked, forcing a strained laugh. “What are you talking about? If you’re not here to eat and celebrate, then what are you here for?” “I’m here to end our engagement, Damon.” Damon froze,