Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Surgeon

Chapter 4

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melled of clean leather and

tightly in her lap. The car was nice-too nice for her own budget, but it fe

n the wet asphalt and the rhythmic swish of the windshield wipers. The

ond closer to making the biggest mistake of her life. She thought about the washing ma

knew her secrets and used them against her. She cou

, stop

t glanced at her in the rea

oice trembling. "I'm sorry, but I'

aten her, to remind her of the dea

," he

blinked

eyes on the road. "I'm sorry for how I acted this morning.

mouth slightly open.

washing machine thing, that's just a habit. I can be neater. And the investigati

le. The hard edge was gone from his voice, rep

unning a fever and still showed up to take care of her. Maybe she had been too harsh. Ma

mur. "I need this marriage. I really do. But I want it t

ehind a hollow exhaustion. He was right. She needed this too

t..." she started,

replaced by a cold, hard edge that cut through the air like a blade. "I would prefer if our partners

out his phone. He tapped the screen a few time

said, holding the phone out to h

he screen. Her blood tu

e. She was standing in the center of the frame, her face clearly visible. Across from her was a man she didn't recogniz

ed. She couldn't breathe.

piece of her soul to pay off Gerry's first demand. It was the one secret s

?" she choked out, her

phone back and tucked it into his shirt pocket. "I was worried about what he might force you

ht. Graham turned to look at her. His

our university's ethics board, or to the FDA, your PhD wouldn

ht. Graham turned to look at her. His

we have a mutual understanding now, Jaimie?

green. The car

the road ahead, the image of that photograph seared into her brain. The t

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Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Surgeon

Xi Jin Modern

“My abusive ex was threatening a lawsuit that would destroy my father's career and wipe out my PhD. I was completely out of options. That night, Graham, the boy from next door I hadn't seen in a decade, showed up at my apartment in the middle of a hurricane. Now a wealthy orthopedic surgeon, he offered a transactional marriage: he needed a local wife to keep his family away while he cared for his sick mother, and in return, he would make my ex disappear. I thought it was a simple deal. But the morning after we signed the marriage license, Graham didn't just scare my ex off-he ruthlessly dismantled him. Then, Graham turned to me. His eyes were dead as he pulled out his phone, showing me a high-resolution photo of the night I illegally sold lab samples to pay off my ex's initial blackmail. He had hired a private investigator to stalk me. If that photo leaked to the FDA, I wouldn't just lose my degree; I'd go to prison. "I needed a guarantee," he said flatly. I was shaking with rage and terror. This wasn't a rescue. It was a hostage situation. Why did he hunt me down? Why use my darkest secret to trap me in this twisted marriage? I couldn't live like this. I demanded an immediate divorce. But at the courthouse, the clerk dropped a bomb on us: state law required a mandatory thirty-day waiting period. Thirty days trapped with a ruthless, manipulative stranger. I had to find a way to break his leverage before the month was up.”