Substitute Bride: Curing The Dying Billionaire

Chapter 2

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ow distorting the world outside. From the Port Authority, a taxi ride through Queens and out onto the Long Island Expresswa

service gate she knew would be unlocked. Pushing it open, she stepped onto the manicured gr

es flicking over her drenched form with a barely concealed sneer.

't want the marble s

y boots. The cold of the marble seeped through her socks as she walked past him, ignoring the servants who averted

ck cloud of cigar smoke hanging in the air around him. Her stepmother, Judith, was perched on a velvet sofa, a teacup

He simply picked up a thick file from his desk and tosse

, his voice devoid of any warmth.

htly. "I thought Cecelia w

r younger sister, Cecelia, stormed in, wrapped in an

ing corpse! The man has some rare, degenerative di

ve arm around her. "Of course not, darling. You deserve t

up is on the verge of filing for bankruptcy. We need the capital injection that will be released from the Sterling famil

a slow, mocking smile touchin

awer, and pulled out a small, ornate rosewood box. Elea

verything your mother left in the family vault-every letter, every pie

nds, hanging at her sides, clenched into tight fists, the nails biting int

e of the most powerful dynasties in New York, wasn't a punishment. It was an oppo

se down. She let her shoulders slump, her eyes fall to th

, gold-plated fountain pen. But she didn't sig

ked up, and the defeated look was gone, replaced by a

deed to my mother's trust property in Manhattan. The one

h screeched. "That's pa

ed the pen back onto the desk with a clatter and turne

rs was more than he could bear. He stalked to the wall safe, spun the dial with trembling fingers, and pulled out a p

ous care. Satisfied, she took the pen again. This time, her signature w

er mother's jewelry box. Without anot

ecelia called after her, her voice dripping with malic

them. She turned her head just enough for

ce a soft, venomous promise. "I'm sure I'

. The mask of submission fell away, leaving only the cold, hard cert

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Substitute Bride: Curing The Dying Billionaire

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“Alisa Winters stood dripping wet in the grand foyer of her childhood home, greeted only by the sneers of the servants. Her father threw a heavy file onto his desk, coldly ordering her to marry Damien Sterling next week. Damien was a notoriously ruthless billionaire, but he was also a walking corpse, dying of a rare, incurable disease. Her pampered stepsister, Cecelia, had backed out of the arranged marriage, screaming that she refused to be a widow before twenty-five. So, Alisa was dragged in to be the sacrificial lamb. When Alisa refused to be sold off to save their bankrupt company, her father pulled out her late mother's prized jewelry box. He threatened to dump every last memory and letter her mother left behind into the ocean if she didn't sign the contract immediately. Her stepmother and sister watched with malicious glee. "Have fun being a nursemaid to a dying man," Cecelia sneered. They thought she was just a helpless, discarded daughter. They thought they had her completely cornered, using her dead mother's legacy to force her into a miserable life with a doomed man. But they didn't know Alisa was actually "The Surgeon," the most sought-after underground medic in the world. She picked up the pen and signed the marriage contract with a chilling smile. Marrying into the powerful Sterling family wasn't a punishment; it was her perfect cover to investigate her mother's murder. She would cure the dying billionaire, and together, they would tear the Webster family apart.”