౨ৎ in which aliya levine begins her third year of surgical residency with overbearing parents, an ex who left her heartbroken, a green eyed rich boy, a chaotic best friend and a pair of twisted sisters.
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chapter forty five━poker face season eight, episode six
❝i'm just that good, karev.❞
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Aliya knew the lies (some) journalist laced into their articles, in the words on the pages, in every single splash of ink, and even jamming letters into their keyboards.
Being a famous surgeon's daughter in Malibu of all places, she knew how much journalists lived and breathed for the drama. And, how every move her mother made whether she was declaring her hatred, spilling red wine down someone's shiny white dress, or pioneering a ground breaking surgical procedure, it'll always end up in some low budget paper by the end of the week.
Growing up, Aliya watched her mother become obsessed with these articles, shoving the clippings into hat boxes, storing them away for safe keeping, like an archive in a library.
She kept everything, the good and the bad.
Aliya was never often mentioned in such articles, and if she was, it would only really be in brief passing comments.
Mainly because she never did anything to warrant an exposé.
She got good grades, she was nice to everyone in town, she held herself well. She was only ever labelled out of control by her own mother for that matter.
But, it was hypocritical seeing as her own mother was out of control. Every week she was plotting and scheming, every day she was thinking of new ways to be the best of the best, to climb the surgical hierarchy.
Molly Levine wouldn't give up. She wanted to be the greatest.
Nobody knew where she had gotten that from.
But, it was no shock, determination ran in that family's blood.
Even her own mother and father, Aliya's grandparents, never questioned her, never stopped her from tearing the ground up from beneath Aliya's feet, clipping her wings.
With a mother like that, everyone suspected Aliya to be the exact same.
And, she may have been the loudest person in the room, but she definitely didn't stoop as low as her mother.
Which was why she was as shocked as she was in this moment in time, frozen blue as she stared vacantly at her lit up phone screen, casting glows across her features.
