Substitute Bride: Curing The Dying Billionaire

Chapter 4

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c and walked to the guest room that h

thing of synthetic lace, a size too large, with a neckline that

abric felt scratchy against her skin. She gathered the excess material

els echoed in the hallway. The d

, her face glowing with smug satisfaction. She looked Alisa up

eered. "Don't yo

ng to smooth her hair, flashing the enormous pink d

voice loud and triumphant. "He said he couldn't bear to se

. I get a real man, a real future. You get my sloppy seco

ence more infuriating to Cecelia than any retort. The

your tongue?" Cecelia lunged forward, her manicured nails reachi

it second,

in a blur, the back of it connecting with Cecelia's cheek

to the vanity, sending a row of perfume bottles shattering to the flo

dly swelling face, her eyes wide with disbe

eamed, launching herself at Alis

out to catch Cecelia's wrist in a grip of iron. Her thumb presse

nt numb and useless, the pain so intense it buckled h

into the room, her face a mask of horror when

d, pointing a trembling finger. "I'll ha

s if she'd touched something foul. She calmly pulled a t

ow and ripped open the

k, armored SUVs, the Sterling family crest gleaming on their doors. Th

ing on Judith with the weig

d cold. "If I am late, the Webster Group will be a smoki

r lips. She stood frozen, her jaw working silently, trapped

s tear-streaked face. She gathered the ridiculous, oversized skirt of her

nned silence. The butler, who had sneered at her just the day before, now hel

d the door of the lead Maybach. Alisa slid i

thud, sealing her off from the past and

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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.”