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Flash Marriage To The Mysterious Doctor

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 1195    |    Released on: 05/06/2026

The air smelled not of antiseptic, but of a faint, expensive floral fragrance. A grand piano sat in

VIP maternity wing. They didn't get far. A thick glass door and

rds asked, his voice a low, bore

apital," she said, holding out her corporate ID and a copy of the compli

ation from the patient or their registered next of kin. And we don't accept unsolicited l

ke?" Alexa asked, her pati

ss days," the other g

riminating evidence. "This is a time-sensitive financial investigation,

rcut and a clipboard, who Alexa would later learn was named Jenna, had appeared at their side. "This

s sleeve. "Alexa, maybe we sho

o find a loophole, a weakness, anything. She was so close. Frustration and an

ched for his radio, a soft

private eleva

e sea, flanking a man who walked in the center. He was tall, his movements economical and precise. Even

listen to a resident at his s

e body we

Donovan

nned to his chest was an ID badge. She was too far away to read the smaller text, bu

tal. It all crashed together in her mind with the force o

ords, but with his omissions. He had let her believe he was just some rich businessman with a strang

he security doors. His eyes met hers. He didn't look surprised. Not at all.

beside him, then broke away from the

massive guards straightened their spines. The formidabl

nison, their voices filled with a

yes locking onto Alexa's. There was a flicker of something

She met his gaze with all the defiance she could

ing on Nurse Jenna. "What's the problem here?"

hese people were trying to force their way

lexa's face. When the nurse finished, a slow, delibe

said, his voice smooth as

d a button. There was a soft click, and the h

ated, Leo trailing nervously behind her. As she passed Donovan, sh

lot of expla

due time." He turned and began walking dow

ed to nod respectfully. "Good afternoon, Dr. Beasley." The sheer power he

He turned to face Alexa, his expression suddenly serious. He ra

on the clipped, precise authority of a physician. "She suffered a major postpartum hemorrhage. We almost lost her

ulating negotiator or the infuriatingly handsome stranger, but a doc

ing respect. She nodded, her own expre

ing her trustworthiness. Then, he gave a slight

st. He stepped inside, holding the door for her. H

ice lay in the bed, looking small and pale,

t to begin, but the rules

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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.”