The Ice Prince's Runaway Fiancée

Chapter 4

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he red impressions on my nec

velvet box, snapping it open. Inside sat an enormous, flawless pink dia

instinctively curled my fi

instantly. "Don'

f the floor. The sheer physical power of a professional hockey enforcer was t

ssed, his face inches from

vy platinum band down my ring finger. The metal was freezing against my

in ragged gasps of air. I didn't cry. I swallowed the b

neath his skates. "This is what you Spencer parasites wanted from day one. Yo

on the floor to mask the lethal calculat

"The doctors say she might not survive the night. Her final wish was to see me married and settled. You are going to

abbing my jaw and

eryone who shares your bloodlin

here was no hesitation in

nal equation

r, get tackled by twelve armed guards, sed

ther. If the matriarch lived, Julien's reason for rage evaporated, giving

se Opt

of sweat from my cheek, and stood up on my own two feet.

he eye, my voice entirely

e of fear in my demeanor. The hysterical, conniving woman he expec

a scowl, turning on his heel

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The Ice Prince's Runaway Fiancée

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“I was just a simple florist when Julien Leon, a billionaire NHL star, violently kidnapped me from my shop. He mistook me for a con artist who had scammed his sick grandmother, using my identical name and a childhood scar as undeniable proof. He threatened to destroy my entire life unless I signed a fake fiancé contract and went to his family estate to beg the old woman for forgiveness. But before I could even meet her, the family doctor announced she was dead. Julien went completely insane with grief. He pinned me against a wall, nearly choking the life out of me, and vowed to make my existence a living hell. To make matters worse, his greedy relatives immediately used the tragedy to stage a coup, demanding Julien step down as CEO and blaming me as the gold digger who killed their matriarch. I was trapped in a nightmare, facing a lifetime in prison or a brutal death for a crime I didn't commit, all because of a cursed doppelgänger. How could I survive the wrath of a man who could bend the world to his will? But listening to the vicious family feud outside my locked door, a crazy realization hit me. The rare neuro-active plant I handled earlier could cause suspended animation mimicking death. I pushed the door open, facing the hostile relatives and the murderous billionaire. "You're all mistaken. Mrs. Leon is not dead." I demanded ten minutes to revive her, betting my life and freedom on the impossible.”