A Bodyguard For The Misogynist

You're New Room

I stayed in the parking lot for almost half of that afternoon.

I did not even realize how long it had been until my phone vibrated in my hand and startled me. The hospital parking lot was quiet, the sun already shifting from harsh brightness to something softer, more tired. I had been staring at the garden the flowers without really seeing anything, my mind too full, my heart too heavy.

When the doctor’s name appeared on my screen, my fingers shook.

I answered immediately.

“Miss Anna,” his calm voice came through. “Could you please come upstairs? I would like to speak with you in my office.”

My heart dropped first, then climbed back up into my throat.

“Yes,” I said quickly. “I’m coming right now.”

I stepped out of the car, my legs feeling weak as if they no longer belonged to me. Every step toward the building felt heavier than the last. I had learned to fear those words. Come to my office. We need to talk. They usually never came with good news.

The doctor met me outside his office and gestured for me to come in. His face was neutral, professional, but there was something different in his eyes. Something lighter.

I sat down slowly, my hands clasped tightly together on my lap.

“Doctor,” I said, my voice low. “Please tell me. Is something wrong?”

He smiled.

That single action shattered weeks of tension inside me.

“First of all,” he said, “congratulations.”

I blinked at him.

“Congratulations?” I repeated, confused.

“Yes,” he said, nodding. “The payment has been fully made.”

My mind went blank.

“Fully… made?” I whispered.

He nodded again. “Every last part. Including the remaining surgeries.”

I stood up so abruptly that the chair scraped loudly against the floor.

“But that’s not possible,” I said, my heart racing. “I haven’t paid anything yet. I was going to ask for time. I was going to…”

He raised his hand gently, signaling me to sit back down.

“There is more,” he said. “We have also found a heart donor.”

I felt dizzy.

“What?” I breathed.

“We found a donor early this morning,” he continued. “All compatibility tests have been completed. Everything aligns perfectly.”

My hands flew to my mouth.

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “You told me it would take days. Maybe weeks.”

“That was our estimate,” he agreed. “Which is why this came as a surprise to us as well.”

“How?” I asked, tears already forming. “How did you find one so fast?”

He leaned back slightly in his chair.

“That,” he said carefully, “I cannot say much about. But we received a call this morning. Someone volunteered assistance. Someone very… influential.”

My chest felt tight.

“A powerful person?” I asked slowly.

He nodded. “That would be a fair description.”

I could not speak. My mind raced through names, faces, possibilities, and landed on nothing. There was no one in my life capable of doing something like this. No one.

“I need to meet this person,” I said suddenly. “I need to thank them. Please.”

The doctor smiled gently and stood up, extending his hand.

“If the opportunity arises,” he said, “I am sure you will.”

I shook his hand, barely feeling it.

I left his office in a daze.

Outside, I leaned against the wall, pressing my palm to my chest as sobs finally broke free. Happy sobs. Relieved sobs. The kind that hurt just as much as pain.

Jasmine was going to live.

I called Janet immediately.

“She’s going to be okay,” I cried into the phone. “They found a donor. Everything is paid.”

Janet screamed so loudly I had to pull the phone away from my ear.

“Oh my God,” she said over and over. “Oh my God.”

I laughed through my tears.

Before leaving the hospital, I went to see Jasmine again. She was still asleep, peaceful, unaware that her future had just changed forever. I brushed my fingers lightly over her hair and whispered a promise.

I will protect you.

I left the hospital feeling lighter than I had in years.

When I returned to the estate, the sky had already darkened. The mansion was quiet, too quiet. Only a few maids moved through the halls.

I went straight to my room.

The door would not open.

I frowned and tried again.

Locked.

Before I could question it further, the head maid rushed toward me.

“Miss Anna,” she said quickly.

“Yes?” I asked.

“I am sorry,” she said. “You will not be staying in your room for the time being”

I stared at her.

“What do you mean?” I asked. “Why?”

She hesitated, then said, “It is your new arrangement.”

“My new arrangement?” I repeated. “No one told me anything.”

She avoided my eyes and gestured for me to follow her.

As we walked, a strange unease settled in my stomach. The hallway felt familiar. Too familiar.

I stopped abruptly.

“Why are you taking me here?” I asked.

She stopped as well.

“This is the boss’s room,” I said slowly.

“Yes,” she replied.

My breath caught when she continued.

“Your belongings are already inside. In the wardrobe.”

I froze.

“What?” I whispered.

She opened the door and stepped aside.

I walked in slowly, my heart pounding.

It was unmistakable.

My skincare products sat neatly on the bedside table. My clothes hung inside the wardrobe. My bag rested on the chair.

This was not a mistake.

This was deliberate.

“Why?” I whispered.

“Why are you asking?”

The voice came from behind me.

I turned slowly.

And there he was.