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Flash Marriage to My Billionaire Savior

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1138    |    Released on: Today at 11:10

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rty thousand dollars by noon, or the mobile cardiac trans

hospital lobby, dialing Aaron's

try, he fin

ground noise was filled with soft classical mus

ve important thi

y minutes," I said, biting my lip hard to desp

thousand of it was deposited directly from my mother's pension! It i

nted marriage," Aaron answered coldly. "I agreed to play her fiancé this afternoon to accompany her and

nt complet

playing house with another woma

Don't make it sound like a scandal. If you want that wedding fund, come straight to the club this afternoon, behave yourself, apologi

my own family's money?" My voice dropped to freezing point, every word dri

elf." Aaron said, and mer

at my mother who was slumped on the

he severe early penalty fee, maxed out three credit cards for cash advances, and used my

d the cashier thirty thousand

le ICU unit and transferred him all the way to the

iac center's ICU and prepped for surgery, I left my mother

bedroom safe to get my birth certificate, passport, and the pr

artment 14B, I pressed my thumb

ed, and a mechanical sy

led. Unrecognized

ter passcode we had

de. System locked

ly swung open f

he custom monogrammed bridal silk bathrobe th

ack tea, looking me up and do

hanged all the smart lock passcodes this morning. He said since I'm living her

. "Get out of my way. I am going into the

oking the corner of her lips as she casually picked up a thick

handwritten guest list and seating chart. He said it would save us a lot of

ock at the bin

stroke by stroke by hand. It contained my mother's neat cursive handwriting,

ns I had poured my heart and soul into, just to th

athroom. He was dressed in a custom navy blue

tting into a deep frown when he saw my pale face and mud-stained clothes. "Didn't I te

ve her my wedding binder?!" I looked at the man I had

ying in the hospital right now, so our wedding is obviously postponed indefinitely. Bella's engagement party urgently needed a ready-made te

ld watch and grab

ransport fee, just be a good girl, sit at the spare table next to the kitchen,

idal robe, and looked at that notebook where my

round, walked back down the carpeted h

ly opened, I heard Aaron s

the club. She has no other way out. Sooner or later, she

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Flash Marriage to My Billionaire Savior
Flash Marriage to My Billionaire Savior
“For two years, my fiancé Aaron controlled my life with a sick, suffocating rule: if my phone battery dropped below fifty percent, all our plans would be immediately canceled. He claimed it was to cure my habit of procrastination. At my twenty-sixth birthday party, my battery showed forty-nine percent. With all my friends gathered and the candles on the cake already lit, Aaron coldly canceled our private room right in front of everyone. "Rules are rules, Audrey," he said, completely ignoring my burning humiliation. "Missing one birthday will finally teach you a lesson." On Thanksgiving, he was supposed to make his first formal visit to my parents. My mother had been cooking since dawn. Halfway there, Aaron's female best friend, Bella, sent a text: "My phone is dying. I'm alone at the airport and so scared." Aaron slammed on the brakes and immediately turned the car around. "My parents are still waiting at home," I reminded him. He just sped up and yelled, "Her phone is dying! What if she loses contact?" When we rushed into the airport terminal, I watched Bella throw herself into his arms. Aaron quickly pulled out his power bank, charging her phone with a tenderness he had never shown me. But as her screen lit up, I clearly saw the battery icon: ninety-eight percent. Aaron just smiled indulgently and tapped her nose. "Next time, don't scare me like this," he whispered softly. I looked down at my fully charged battery and dialed the billionaire tech CEO who had been quietly loving me for four entire years. "Are you still willing to marry me right now?"”