From Mob Princess to Mugshot Photographer novel Chapter 101

**Chapter 5**

As the airplane ascended into the vast sky, a passenger seated across the aisle suddenly lost all color in his face, his features draining to a ghostly pallor.

In a panic, he lunged forward, grasping the arm of a nearby flight attendant with a grip that spoke of desperation.

“Please, can we land this plane immediately? I have to get off! Mr. Sinclair’s wife has been gravely injured. I need to check on her, or he will ruin me!” His voice was a frantic whisper, laced with urgency.

With trembling hands, he rummaged through his bag, pulling out a set of credentials that seemed to tremble as much as he did.

“I’m the private physician for the Sinclair family—yes, THAT Sinclair Group! You must understand, Mr. Sinclair treats his wife as if she were a priceless treasure. He brought me over from overseas specifically to monitor her pregnancy. I was supposed to be on vacation, but now there’s been an accident. He gave me an ultimatum—if I don’t show up, I’m done for!”

A wave of gasps rippled through the cabin, a collective realization dawning upon the passengers.

“So the CEO of Sinclair really is married? I thought that was just a rumor,” one passenger murmured incredulously, glancing at another.

“Rumor? Just last month at a gala, a waiter accidentally spilled wine on Mrs. Sinclair. The very next day, that waiter disappeared without a trace! It’s no surprise the doctor is terrified,” another chimed in, eyes wide with the thrill of scandal.

“The Sinclair Group wields immense power. But a commercial flight can’t just turn around mid-air. Poor guy’s in a real bind…”

The physician’s face turned an even paler shade of white, panic flooding his features.

He dropped to his knees before the flight attendant, his forehead hitting the floor in a desperate rhythm.

“Please! I only received the news after boarding—I would never have gotten on this flight otherwise! The plane just took off; there’s still time to land. Mr. Sinclair only gave me one hour to arrive. If I’m late, I’m finished!”

The elderly doctor’s sobs echoed through the cabin, raw and unrestrained like a child lost in a storm.

The flight attendant, fully aware of the Sinclair Group’s far-reaching influence, nodded solemnly and promised to speak with the captain.

Yet, as the minutes ticked by, the attendant did not return, and the doctor’s panic morphed into a heavy cloak of despair.

Observing the chaos unfold, I felt a deep sense of bleakness settle over me.

His concern and love for Raven had always been evident; I had simply been too blind to see the truth that lay before my eyes.

Meanwhile, in the sterile confines of the hospital, Raven began to regain consciousness as the immediate danger passed.

Aiden sat vigilantly by her side, his heart racing with anxiety. As her eyes fluttered open, he instinctively pulled her into his embrace, relief flooding his being.

“How are you feeling? Are you still in pain?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

“The doctor said the fire wasn’t major and that your burns aren’t serious. Don’t worry, there won’t be any scars. You’ll always be my beautiful princess,” he reassured her, his gaze unwavering.

Their eyes locked, and for a fleeting moment, the worry in Raven’s expression transformed into a glimmer of flirtation as she met his gaze.

“You were really worried about me?” she asked softly, a hint of a smile breaking through her pain.

“Thank you, husband…”

The single word—“husband”—filled Aiden with a warmth that spread through his entire being, easing the tension that had gripped him.

He reached out, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing against her skin.

But then Raven’s expression shifted, and she asked, “Where’s Zoey? She hasn’t found out about this, has she? I’m so sorry—I never intended to offend anyone from abroad. I didn’t want to intrude on you two, but I couldn’t find anyone else to help, and transportation in the suburbs is so inconvenient…”

Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she covered her mouth in shock.

“Could it be your enemy from abroad? Did you make someone angry during your last trip?”

She clutched Aiden’s hand tightly, her eyes wide with concern and fear.

“What about you? You haven’t been in any danger, have you? If something were to happen to you, I wouldn’t know how to go on with our baby,” she said, tears spilling onto his hand, soaking his skin.

Aiden’s lips pressed into a thin line, the weight of her words settling heavily upon him.

“It was Zoey’s ex-husband,” he revealed, his voice steady but laced with frustration.

“I’m sorry I’ve neglected you lately,” he added, guilt creeping into his tone.

“Don’t worry, I’ll stay by your side these next few days. As for Zoey, let her cool off on her own.”

“Don’t blame her. I’ve already put her in her place,” he continued, his tone sharp.

Without any evidence, relying solely on Raven’s word, he shifted all blame onto Zoey.

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