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Flash Marriage To The Mysterious Doctor

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1164    |    Released on: 05/06/2026

couch. Her arm, pinned beneath her body all night, was a numb, tingling mess. Sh

at did little to wake her, she took his business card and locked it in the back of her desk drawer, a despe

corner, put in her earbuds, and cranked up the volume, trying to drown out the reality of her life. The daily gri

k to her system. She took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders, and walke

e, Leo, tried to make small

headphones and gave him

count. Mr. Steele was a new, high-value client, and the pressure to get his portfolio structure

struggling under the sheer volume of information. She tapped an impatient rhythm on her

l glowed a violent, angry red. A capital shortfall. Not

ood ra

ry tax filing. It took her two hours, but then she found it. A series of invoices with doct

ausea washe

direct line. His secretary tried to block her,

said, her voice low and dangerou

ripping with condescension. "Listen, little girl, you're a junior analyst. You've probably just pu

corporation in Delaware is invalid. The same goes for invoices 81-C and 92-A. The

the only sound was the hum of the office. Then, w

n onto the desk in a fit of rage. It bounced off a

perpetually stressed man named Mark. He walke

ng the books," A

f the CEO. This is his flagship account. Whatever you think you found, you need

ear. Falsify the repor

shaking with anger. "I won't

stake, Hood. A career-ending mistake." He turned and stor

, splashing cold water on her face. She stared at her reflection in the mirror-the dark circles under her eyes, the faint lines of s

hoed in her mind. Are you

he wa

he compiled all the fraudulent data, encrypted the file, and wrote a concise, factual e

ef washed over her. She slumped back in her chair, her body tremb

ix o'clock, the office was nearly empty. But Alexa stayed, opening a new spreadsheet, determined to

lit up on the desk. A te

onsideration

tched. It was

and forced her eyes back to the glowing screen o

evidence chain now complete and undeniable. As she clicked the mouse, the p

g in on her. She picked up her phone and looked at his message agai

dering breath, sh

lk about the s

d in the cavernous room. It felt like a

as cold and sharp. She pulled her coat tighter around herself, knowing, wit

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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.”