Flash Marriage To My Dead Husband

“To pay for my sister's life-saving heart medication, I sold myself to the notoriously ruthless Roman family as a surrogate bride for their crippled, scarred heir. But the moment the one-million-dollar check cleared, my grandfather froze the medical account. He ordered me to steal the Roman Group's financial secrets, threatening to cut my sister's life support if I refused. I thought I was just a desperate girl trying to save her family, but my grandfather sneered and revealed the horrifying truth. I wasn't a bride; I was a sacrificial lamb. Twenty years ago, my family allegedly murdered the Roman patriarchs. My marriage was just the Romans' sick revenge plot to torture a Hayes bloodline. When I refused to be his spy, my own parents begged me to submit just to save their wealth. They watched coldly as my grandfather's guards dragged me toward the basement to break my spirit. I thrashed against their iron grips, suffocating in absolute despair. Why was I the one paying the price for a blood feud I knew nothing about? Was I just going to rot in the dark, a discarded pawn for both families? Before they could lock me away, the heavy mahogany doors exploded inward. The Roman estate's terrifying, breathtakingly handsome "executor"-the man who was supposed to be just a bodyguard-stepped through the dust with an armed tactical team. He pulled me behind his broad back, his dark eyes locking onto my grandfather with lethal amusement. "Who gave you the nerve to touch the Roman family's bride?"”