Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Tycoon

Chapter 2

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er neck stood up. She followed the sound of that chi

pped into

tom black Tom Ford suit that clung to his muscular frame with lethal precision. The momen

ssing himself against the wall. He bowed his h

been carved from marble-sharp jawline, straight nose, and eyes so dark they looked like bottomle

to her test kit. He raised his right hand. His long, eleg

rself on, Doctor?" he asked. His voice was a low

palms to stop her hands from shaking. "The results are conclusive,"

r of the man's mouth. The amuseme

led violently as she reached out and took it. Jarrod Holt. CEO, Holt Enterprises. The air left Kassie's lungs in a violent rush. Her brain short-circuited. A loud, high-pitched ringing filled her ears. Then, he l

ing heat. Her stomach dropped so fast she felt physically sick. She had assaulte

cking the panic spreading across her pa

Holt family," Jarrod stated, his tone ice-cold. "A

ht. She snatched the manila folder from the counter and

hands, and ripped it entirely in half. The sound of tearing paper ech

a step

nctively too

king her up until her shoulder blades hit t

logne invading her senses. "Prepare yourself, Dr. Moody," he whispered, his breath bru

. She was trapped. His physical proximity was overwhelm

e stood up straight, his hands

iness-like cadence. "If you wish to avoid spending the nex

d to his face. "Wha

looked out the large glass window

anded. "You are coming with me.

his pillow. She swallowed the bile rising in her throat. Sh

bbed her faded canvas tote bag, and walk

ing stares of the nurses and hospital executives. They watched in stunned sile

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Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Tycoon

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“I was a broke clinic doctor drowning in debt, so I took a confidential job to evaluate a billionaire heir's fertility. I marched into the VIP ICU, pinned the struggling patient down, and injected a sedative. I finished the extraction and loudly declared to the family lawyer that the Holt heir was completely sterile. But then, a chilling laugh echoed from the doorway. The real heir, Jarrod Holt, the tyrant of Wall Street, stepped in. I had just sterilized his younger brother right in front of him. Facing a decade in federal prison, I was completely at his mercy. To make things worse, my arrogant ex-boyfriend tried to publicly humiliate me, and my greedy uncle threatened to burn my dead mother's belongings for ransom. I was pushed to the absolute brink of ruin. But instead of destroying me, Jarrod offered a terrifying lifeline. He bought out a Manhattan high-rise in five minutes just to ruin my ex, then handed me a marriage contract. I was terrified and deeply confused. Why would this ruthless billionaire force a nobody into a fake marriage? He knew details about my past that no one should know. Did he discover my hidden identity as 'E', the underground surgeon the entire medical world was hunting for? With my back against the wall, I signed the prenuptial agreement. "I do," I whispered at City Hall. He shoved his heavy, antique family ring onto my finger. It was supposed to be strictly business with absolutely no physical contact, but when his lips crashed violently onto mine, I knew I had just sold my soul to the devil.”