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Flash Marriage To The Alpha Colonel

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 568    |    Released on: Today at 10:24

numb, stuck on a loop of Preston's "good girl" and her mother's triumphant s

hospital, her phone buz

ICU is locked down

he day before. The guards at the end of the hall were different-bigger, meaner, carr

the door to Ro

ician, was standing by the bed, whi

e on edge. His hands were clasped behind his back, the knuckles whi

ooked up as

charged with an unspoken tension. Dr. Adler looked nervous, shi

aring his throat. "The Colonel was ju

es on the screens. She could feel Romero's gaze on her, heavy and assessing. It was the

ted," Romero said, his voice low. "He's to

sedation, his pain levels w

t him off, his tone leaving no room for argu

allowed hard

stopped. He was close enough that she could smell him again-cedar,

ere unreadable, but there was an inten

se," he said quietly.

icked shut behind him, and Ca

m, suddenly paranoid. The walls have ears? Wa

Petersen was watching her, his eyes cle

He's... decisive. You just do your job, and he'll handle the r

tersen had already closed his eyes, his

pped by her family, trapped by Preston. Now, standing in this room with a wounded soldier and a crypti

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Flash Marriage To The Alpha Colonel
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“I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing. During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me. I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst. She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side. "Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house." I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip. My heart went completely dead. So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate. I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table. "I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."”