The Unwanted Healer's Thirty-Day Fake Marriage

Chapter 6

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ooden door

vanished. The muscles in her face shifted, pulling her lips into

ge in his eyes was instantly buried under a mask of ca

t. His large, warm hand settled fir

dden physical contact. Her stomach muscles tightened instinctively. But s

living room, moving in p

r, tears of joy welling in her eyes. The deep w

so tightly her knuckles cracked. Her eyes burned with a

devoid of the venom from five minutes ago. "Cynthia and I

is smile perfect. "My legal team will deliver

playing the demure bride, while

ch. "Unfortunately, I have an urgent cross-bord

y. "Go, go! Cynthia, darling,

front doors, down the sweeping stone steps, and acros

back from her waist like he had touched burning coals. He aggressively br

ith her own hand where his palm had rested, slapping the wool over and over ag

the role. You aren't Mrs. Church." He duck

t in his face. "Have a terrible trip,"

down the road. Cynthia let out a long, exhausting b

ouse, heading straight for the stairs

paused. Near the corner of the hallway, hidden behind a massive

back against the wal

leonora

tically vibrating with excitement. "A thirty-day con

ed so good together, thou

one turning conspiratorial. "We need to force their hands. We need to

. "I'll tell you their schedules

high-fived beh

secret alliance between a billionaire matriarch and he

s just being paranoid, and hurried

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The Unwanted Healer's Thirty-Day Fake Marriage

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“Cynthia saved a dying billionaire on a train with a single silver needle, accidentally leaving her broken bracelet behind. Her greedy cousin claimed the bracelet and the credit. Cynthia didn't care. To stop her cruel aunt from pulling the plug on her uncle's life support, she cornered the paranoid billionaire, Dominic Church, into a thirty-day fake engagement. But Dominic was convinced she was a manipulative gold-digger. When his own grandmother secretly laced his mansion with aphrodisiacs to force them together, Dominic's paranoia snapped. He pinned Cynthia against the wall, his eyes filled with absolute disgust. "If you were the last woman on earth, I would cut off my own hands before I touched you." Ignoring her desperate explanations, he coldly ordered his massive bodyguard to throw her into the freezing outdoor pool. The icy water instantly triggered Cynthia's horrific childhood trauma of a deadly plane crash. Her lungs seized. As she sank into the dark depths, thrashing and suffocating, she couldn't understand why the man whose life she had saved was now ruthlessly taking hers. It wasn't until Dominic saw the security footage proving her absolute innocence that his paranoid delusions shattered. Trembling, he dropped to his knees beside her lifeless, blue body. But when Cynthia finally opened her eyes, the thirty-day contract was dead, and she was ready to make him pay.”