Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Tycoon

Chapter 3

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ooth stop in front of a completely unm

hitting the pristine pavement. She felt entirely out of place, clutc

pletely empty. Jarrod had clearly bought out

down on the dark leather sofa, crossing his long l

oss from him. Her stomach was

steaming black coffee on the table, and vanish

slow sip, his dark eyes locked onto

e couldn't take the pressure anymore. "What do you

up down. "I want

p, definitive clink. Her eyes narrowed into a razor-sharp glare, assessing the billionaire sitting across from her as if he were a completely unhinged ps

cket and laid it on the table. "This is a bu

before my thirtieth birthday to assume majori

d kill for that ring," Kassie shot back, her heart po

her jaw and the shape of her nose. For two full seconds, he stared at her

ng back into place. He looked away. "B

e. Her bloo

bandoning the standard protocols when they failed, and relying on instinct to execute a forbidden, highly cla

ow and calculating. "That wasn't something a public clinic do

he would find out she was 'E', the underground surgeon the

, forcing her voice to stay flat. "

o his briefcase and slid a thick stac

aintain the marriage for two years. In exchange, I w

ared at t

thal. "I will use the Holt family resources to ensur

ach churn with disgust and fear. The financial numbers on the page we

idea of tying herself to this ruthless billionaire

ack toward him. "I need t

platinum Rolex. "You h

erupted outside the thick

antly drained from her face, leaving her as pa

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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.”