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Flash Marriage To The Alpha Colonel

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 1343    |    Released on: Today at 10:24

tching as Jarrod Romero walked toward a black SUV parked at the curb. He moved stiffly, his

and turned back to l

blinked

e." His voice was calm,

e. "Why? Where

ches away. He was so tall she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. Up close, she c

el at your throat. You were pushed down a flight of stairs. And now you were as

uracy of his summary. "How d

ability to yourself right now. You are exhausted, you are injured, and you ar

d. "I don't need a babys

. "You are one bad decision away from getting yo

nerve. Caroline's eyes stung. S

. My mother will just... she won't understand. S

again, his voice was softer, though no less c

up at him, sta

o worry about who is going to attack you next." He held out his

ty-four hours. The assassin, the fall, the way he had wrapped his body around hers to protect her from

ow who wasn't trying to control her or use

out and to

d her to the SUV, opening the back door for her. She

y as he settled into the seat. The driver, K.C. Bell, didn't s

ow, watching the city lights slide past. The car was warm and q

g?" she asked agai

e," Rome

s snapped open

her. "It has a security system, and my

priate," she said, though she

ay eyes were unreadable in the dim light of the car.

wouldn't come. She was too tired. Too broken. Sh

she wh

turned back

tment building in the West End. Bell parked in a reserved s

ng lightly on the small of her back. It was a prote

ern, all glass and steel, with a stunning view of the city skyline. But it was also sparse, almost sterile. T

said, gesturin

d into the kitchen, moving one-handed, and came back a min

the plate on the coffe

heat. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She

atching her eat. He didn't say anything, but his p

of water. The food and the warmth were making her even sleepier. Sh

he murmured. "

thank me," he sai

ot opening her eyes. "Why did you

d him shift in his chair, a soft

aid finally. "I pr

ed at him, confused. "I'm not yo

ou are under my command. You are unde

ith meaning. Caroline felt a shiver run down h

rstand you,"

guest room is down the hall, second door on the left. There are clot

room, pausing at the door. "Lock the door.

the door clickin

sed door. Her mind was racing, but her body was shutting down

ft and the sheets were clean. She changed into a pair of oversized t-shirt and sw

ht about the assassin, about Preston, about her mother

are m

to sleep, she couldn't deny the tiny spark of warmth that had

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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."”