Substitute Bride: Curing The Dying Billionaire

Chapter 5

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nity on Long Island, finally coming to a stop before a sprawling

ust of salt-laced wind whipped

flowers. No gu

in a flawless tuxedo, waiting

he said, the title sounding like a formality, n

a thick Persian rug. They ascended a sweeping staircase to the second floor, s

er to enter, and then retreated, pulling th

all sunlight, and the air was thick with the faint, steril

adjust. From the left, she heard the faint sou

ments unhurried. She reached up and pulled off the cheap

door opened. The sound of a wheelchair rolling across th

erling, dressed in a dark silk robe, his pre

shard of ice."Cecelia,I don't care what deal my family mad

legs. Her voice was calm, cutting through the t

snapped up, his gaze locking onto the indistinct shape on t

m for a fool. A surge of pure, un

air. He rose to his full, intimidating height, his body weak but his

his grip brutal and unforgiving. He leaned down, his f

" he snarled, the words

grip, to make her pay for

dden it was as if he'd

cold fragrance of herbs. The same scent that had clung to his fingers in the rain-

s, a wild, frantic rhythm. The image of a calm face in th

n almost unconsciously as his eyes scanned her features

ge in pressure, the sudden, sharp intak

iking snake, clamping onto his

She used his momentum to pull him off balance, and with her other hand, she brought hi

. That was al

undred and twenty-two beats per minute," she stated, her voice a clinical m

he puzzle slammed into place. The scent. The impossibl

out, grabbing her free hand, his grip now desperat

believing whisper, each

s, the woman he was prepared to discard, and he

Sur

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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.”