Flash Marriage To The Coldhearted Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 4

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don't understand. My family is bankrupt. The Melto

wer with a key he pulled from his pocket, and took out a thick document. It

desk and slid it t

e opened the cover. The bold lette

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___________ and __

mind reeling. "Prenuptial?

g no room for argument. He pressed a button on his desk intercom. "Get my legal team on a

his eyes off Ariel. "Fill in the party names. Holden Tillman and Ariel Melto

page. The terms were stark,

Tillman's fiancée. And, when th

s for her mother's surgery. She would live at Serenity Estate, u

No romance. No physical relationship. It could be

from under her. She looked up at the man s

You could have any woman in New

ust has been pressuring me to marry. They want a stable, settled heir to secure the famil

ho is easy to control. A woman with no money, no family,

ped a beat at the

ed, his voice flat. "And I find

using her just as much as she was using

ent. "Sign it, and your mother's surgery is scheduled for tomorro

t offer comfort. It was a choice between t

dn't know was offeri

and heavy in her hand. She leaned over the

curred in the room. Holden's eyes glinted w

rawer. Then, he opened another drawer and pulled

a Swiss private bank. Payable t

five hundred th

the number, unable to process it. "

ing the weather. "Any further expenses for her recovery and rehabilitation are t

peo

spine. Before she could respond, Ho

personally. And effective immediately, Miss Melton's se

y's voice crackled

sk again, stopping right in front of her. This time, there

out hi

e," he said, his voice low

cably groomed. Taking it meant stepping into a world she

d in his. His grip

u," she s

ment longer than necessary, his dark eyes searc

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Flash Marriage To The Coldhearted Billionaire Uncle

Ariel Bruckman Romance

“My mother was dying and desperately needed a half-million-dollar deposit for an experimental heart surgery by tomorrow. I swallowed my pride and begged my wealthy husband, Garrick, to save her life. Instead of helping, he laughed coldly and threw a thick stack of divorce papers right in my face. "A hen that can't lay eggs gets slaughtered," he sneered, ruthlessly poking my flat stomach. He revealed that his secretary, my supposed friend Lacey, was already pregnant with his heir. To him, our three years of marriage was just a business transaction, and now that my family was bankrupt, I was nothing but damaged goods. He flicked a humiliating five-thousand-dollar check at me as his final act of charity, then locked me out of our townhouse into the freezing, pouring rain. I had spent years enduring agonizing hormone treatments for a fertility issue that wasn't even my fault, only to be discarded like trash when I needed him the most. Was my dignity, my absolute devotion, and my mother's life really worth nothing to him? Driven by pure, reckless desperation, I threw myself directly into the path of a moving Rolls-Royce Phantom on Fifth Avenue. It belonged to Holden Tillman, the ruthless patriarch of the Tillman empire-and the uncle Garrick lived in absolute terror of. I thought I was walking into my death, but instead, I became his fiancée, ready to make Garrick and Lacey pay for every tear I shed.”