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Flash Marriage To The Fake Comatose Billionaire

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 762    |    Released on: Today at 14:48

ater, wrung it out, and began to unbutton the top of Cale's medical gown. Her movements were pre

in was flawless, his muscles perfectly defined. There was no hint of th

n as she worked the cloth over his skin.

ook at this. Most men who are actually conscious don't have a six-pac

ike a piece of meat on a butcher's block? He forced his breathing to remain slow and even, but he c

his shoulders, her fingers noting the powerful curve of his biceps. T

. A primal, instinctual tension seized him. He was a man used to absolute co

her hand. She paused for a fraction of a second, but her expression didn't

exploratory pressure. The muscles were like an athlete's. Solid. Ready. This was not the body of an inval

igh, her knuckles "accidentally" brushed ag

y betra

a purely physical, involuntary response that

room crackled

wn. She saw the distinct, undeniable evidence of his body's arou

ace. It was the first genuine expression

t against his skin. "Well, well, Cale Sterling," she whispered, her voice a sil

e experienced. He wanted to open his eyes. He wanted to wrap his hands around her slender neck and squeeze.

tiny, glistening b

nto place. It was al

It could be argued as a reflex. A spinal cord reaction. She n

ient movements, she finished the job, her touch now completely impersonal. She dressed him in a clean

minutes of excruciating t

at the man in the bed. His body still se

with a light, confident step. She was

ill, silently vowing that he would make this w

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Flash Marriage To The Fake Comatose Billionaire
Flash Marriage To The Fake Comatose Billionaire
“Phoenix Tucker married a comatose billionaire to escape the deadly assassins hunting her. But her perfect, wealthy hideout quickly turned into a terrifying trap when she realized her "vegetable" husband, Cale Sterling, might be faking it. During a mandatory sponge bath, she noticed his muscles were like coiled steel, and his body reacted instinctively to her touch. That same night, when she sneaked out to an underground club in her assassin alter-ego, a masked man ambushed her. He possessed terrifying strength and the exact same cedarwood and snow scent as her comatose husband. He effortlessly pinned her against a brick wall, his body an unyielding cage. "They call you Whisper." He spoke her secret codename before vanishing into the shadows, leaving her breathless and terrified. Rushing back to the mansion, Phoenix viciously twisted the flesh of Cale's cheek until it bruised, desperate to force a reaction. Yet, he didn't even flinch. His heart monitor remained perfectly steady, absorbing the agonizing pain in total silence. She stared at the angry red marks on his flawless face, her mind reeling with dread and confusion. How could a man who endured such brutal torture without a single twitch be the same lethal predator who overpowered her hours ago? What kind of monster was sharing her bed? Dropping her timid country-girl facade, Phoenix locked her eyes on his still form. If her new husband wanted to play a deadly game of deception, she was going to tear off his mask and expose every secret he was hiding.”