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Flash Marriage To The Mysterious Doctor

Flash Marriage To The Mysterious Doctor

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1421    |    Released on: 05/06/2026

d to the brink when my corrupt boss ordered me to cover up a massive corpora

his car on a deserted street. But before the nightmare could unfold, a black S

helor. And, as I would soon discover, a fiercely

he offered me a lifeline-a th

posing a

ld be his temporary wife for three years. The rules were stri

troyed the corrupt executives who tried to make me their scapegoat. I thought

nsity every time another man looked at me? Why did his voice vibrate with raw, terrifying s

ed into his five-thousand-square-foot penthouse, I r

dates does thi

ndows of the coffee shop, but inside, the air wa

ily toward the man across from her. She parted her lips-a dee

ed his overcoat, what remained was a charcoal cashmere sweater that

d back against the booth, his posture radiating an a

of them wo

xa's face. She toyed with the small spoon in h

ft. "I didn't want

arrogant man she'd ever sat across f

dark hair to his broad shoulders, slow and deliberate, like she was

Upper East Side, six-figure savings," she gestured vaguely at him, "So if you're

ing down on the table, his mouth tugg

with your mother. Twenty-three failed blind dates and counting." He paused, his d

é, as

something almost like amusement.

e. I support myself, I make my own decisions, and I don't see the appeal of bringin

e laugh. "Then we're in the same boat." He met her

edges. "You really don't hold

g I can discuss, I'll discuss openly." His tone was light, but there was an edge of calculation

at clears things up. I won't

r her coat, an

ave a proposition. Hear me out. If it works f

mother. I'm not looking for a relationship. I work sixty hours a week, and I'm drowning in debt mess left

uid in his glass, watching the way it clung to th

raight to the heart of her desperation. It left her speec

e condensation cold against her

red of this circus as I am, we could solve each other's problem. Get the paperwork done. Satisfy both f

the tabletop, a slow, steady rh

fell s

rmed-sharp, seductive, a

olleagues who thought something must be wrong with her. No more family d

al, structu

w tigh

out it. Give m

card. It was thick, expensive cardstock, with a name and

edge of the card pricked her fingerti

on. They were a command. The pressure was immense, a physical weig

and she could feel his gaze on her back, an intense, possessive st

air rushed in. Donovan moved, positioning his body to block the worst of the wind

Donovan opened the passenger door, then

her hand, Alexa gave a stiff, fo

her back straight and her steps determined, refusing

ust sat there, the windshield wipers sweeping back and forth, tracking the lonely fi

exa stared at the gold lettering on the business card. Donovan Beasley. The name felt

t of sudden, jarring stillness, the decision solidified. She wasn't just drown

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Flash Marriage To The Mysterious Doctor
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“I was a Wall Street analyst drowning in my father's $2.7 million debt, pushed to the brink when my corrupt boss ordered me to cover up a massive corporate fraud. Refuse, and I'd be framed. Agree, and I'd end up in federal prison. My life hit absolute rock bottom when a creepy ride-share driver locked me in his car on a deserted street. But before the nightmare could unfold, a black SUV smashed into us, and the driver was violently dragged out by Donovan Beasley. Billionaire heir. New York's most untouchable bachelor. And, as I would soon discover, a fiercely revered surgeon who ruled the city's top hospital. He didn't just save my life; he offered me a lifeline-a thirty-page prenuptial agreement. "I'm proposing a merger." He would clear my father's debt overnight. In exchange, I would be his temporary wife for three years. The rules were strictly business: no emotional expectations, no physical intimacy. Empowered by his protection, I signed the devil's contract and ruthlessly destroyed the corrupt executives who tried to make me their scapegoat. I thought I had everything under control. I thought this was just a simple transaction. But if this was just a fake marriage, why did his eyes burn with such dark, possessive intensity every time another man looked at me? Why did his voice vibrate with raw, terrifying sincerity when he slipped a surprise platinum diamond ring onto my finger and vowed, "I do"? I bought my freedom with a signature, but as I stepped into his five-thousand-square-foot penthouse, I realized the real trap wasn't the contract. It was him.”