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Strong, independent, career and goal oriented, she is not just the idol’s wife. She has a name. 

She is Dr. Amelia Elizabeth Fitzgerald. 



Amy, is a pediatric neurosurgeon, who at young age, accomplished more than other surgeons twice her age. Trying to forget her past trauma and proving that she is more than a mogul’s daughter, Amy accepted a time-consuming, mind boggling job under Global Health Organization. Right before her contract was over, Amy met Jim and two immediately hit off at their first meeting, or was it the second? 

As Amy find that she is falling deeply with Jim, she is force to face the downside of loving a well-liked celebrity. Now, she finds herself in a situation where she might have to choose between love or career. 

What will Amy choose? The career she worked so hard for? Or her lover she deeply longed for?


Follow Amy’s story as she find herself being romantically involved with “Jim” one of the member of Axis21- a KPoP boy band who took the world by storm and the “Jim” the man that quavered Amy’s world upside down. 




Disclaimer: 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events and incidents are purely fictional and are product of author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and does not reflect the views and opinions of said person, events, organizations, places, and incidents. 

This novel contains mature content not suitable for young children.


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The Idol’s Wife

"Jim, come on," Amy shook Jim lightly, waking him up from his bed. "You need to brush your teeth before sleeping." 


Amy pulled Jim's hand and used all her strength to keep the man standing. "Say ahhhh," Amy directed Jim. "I can't believe your drunk. What has gotten into you?" Amy complained as she brushed Jim's pearly white teeth. 


"Now, pajamas." Amy looked at Jim. "Where do you put them?" Amy rummaged around his closet and drawers. "Here it is," Amy exclaimed as she pulled out a blue and white stripes, cotton pajama. 


Jim was sleeping supine in bed; his cheeks flushed red from alcohol. 


Amy stared at Jim. His perfection left her breathless. Amy caressed Jim's cheeks and laughed at how flushed they were. "Why did you drink so much?" Amy asked the sleeping beauty, "What's bothering you?" she sighed. 


"Jim?" Amy shook him again, "let's change you into pajamas. Open your eyes and lift your arms; come on." 


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