His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Two days slipped by in a heartbeat, and just like that, Cassius's birthday arrived.

The night before, Elmsworth had its first real snowfall of the season. Now, outside the hospital window, every bare branch was dusted in white, as if someone had taken the world's finest powdered sugar and sprinkled it over everything. It looked just like something out of a Christmas card-peaceful, magical, and almost too romantic to be real.

"Dr. Bright, the white roses you ordered are here!"

Chasel was so lost in Thaddeus's charts and x-rays that he barely noticed the young nurse standing in front of him, arms full of a massive bouquet. He blinked, glancing at the clock-it was already the end of his shift.

"Oh-thanks! Just leave them on the coffee table, if you don't mind."

He flashed her a fox-like smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners, fair skin

practically glowing under the fluorescent lights. Honestly, he looked better than the snow outside.

"Dr. Bright, those roses are gorgeous! Who are they for?" the nurse asked, cheeks turning pink as she stared at the bouquet and then at him.

Chasel stretched, a look of pure happiness lighting up his face. He couldn't help the blush that crept over his cheeks.

"They're for my partner. It's his birthday today."

The nurse's eyes went wide with excitement. "Oh my gosh-is it Mr. Cassius Ashbourne?!"

He grinned, not hiding a thing. "Who else would it be? He's the only one for me."

read “Taken:

her hands together, practically vibrating with glee. "Dr. Bright, you and Mr. Ashbourne

and pulled out the birthday present he'd had ready for weeks: a classic wristwatch, their initials engraved on the back.

sincerely. "We

in one hand, roses in the other, Chasel hurried down to the hospital's underground parking lot, heading towards his car-a sleek, red convertible he'd saved up for since

roar of an engine shattered the hush of the

beam of headlights pinned him in place, forcing him to shield his eyes. Before he could react,

stealing the breath from his lungs. He tried to jump

from his arms,

Screeeeech!

car skidded to a stop less than a

the spot, sweat beading at his temples. He forced himself to look up as the driver's

all in black, broad shouldered with sharp, angular features. He had the kind of presence that made the air itself tenseup He strode toward Chasel boots crunching over the

Chasel managed, trying

man paused, stooped, and picked up a

He read the neat handwriting

may hold a

wonder

but you're the one

remost. love you like

and

-Happy Birthday, Cassius."**