Flash Marriage To The Coldhearted Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 5

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n, surrounded by the smell of antiseptic and the hum of fluorescent lights. Holden's

wasn't

rubs were damp with sweat, and the look on his face

everything we could. Her

numbness she had felt in the rain returning, spreading throug

he service, but K. Holloway was a constant, silent presence. He handled the logistic

thought of her mother's last pained breaths, and then she thought of Garrick's cruel laughter. The two images fused in her mind, and the profound sadness began to curdle into a cold,

iel walked up to Holloway in

" she said. Her voice was hollow, bu

an has authorized it. I'll

I don't need him to fight it for me. Not yet

hen nodded. "They'll

eet and looked up at the brick townhouse. It looked the sa

the biometric lock. The light blinked green. Ga

nd her, leaving a small gap. She barely noticed. Bridget O

Till

ce. Bridget stepped aside, intimida

g. As she reached the top, she heard laughter co

m. Three large boxes sat in the corner, already packed. Sh

She didn't touch the designer

other's belongings. A few old photo albums, a string

r father had left her, an object of quiet beauty that Garrick had always dismissed as a worthless piec

ing the smooth, cool ce

ell are you

ay, his face flushed with anger. Lacey was right behind him, draped in

" Ariel said calmly, not

He stepped into the room, his eyes narro

eady, unnerving calm. Then, she reached into her poc

d the room. G

u're a hen that can't lay eggs... Tak

Garrick's face drained of color.

her voice low and dangerous. "But if you or Lacey come near me again, I promi

Holden. This recording would destroy the

malice. She couldn't sta

side table where a silver coffee pot s

hinking Lacey was goi

s target w

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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.”