The Ice Prince's Runaway Fiancée

Chapter 5

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ork as dawn broke in sh

ork. From the air, the property looked less like a home and more like a medieval fortress nestled in the wooded cliff

owndraft whipped my hair across my face as Julien grabbe

flanked the limestone steps

ies wearing a white lab coat and stethoscope hurried t

his forehead beaded with sweat. "Her vitals co

anded, his grip on my arm tigh

U suite into her master bedroom, but her cardiac output is dropping rapidly

pulled me up the grand spiral stair

usters. I recognized the predatory energy immediately-the scent of blood in the wate

e hallway, noting the layout: two exits, heavy surveillanc

ter suite. The rhythmic, frantic beep-beep-beep o

ious titan of the NHL suddenly looked like a

e go in there, you hold her hand. You tell her we got married. You tell her you l

me he had asked rat

im calmly. "I

d those doors was a dying human being, and my oath as a

oors open, and we s

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The Ice Prince's Runaway Fiancée

Ive Gutterson Modern

“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.”