Substitute Bride: Curing The Dying Billionaire

Chapter 6

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shed, leaving him depleted. His body, already pus

forward, a

her own body as a lever to guide his collapsing frame onto the velvet sof

They burned with an intensity that

d her wrist. He pulled, hard. Alisa stumbled, falling forward, her hands

nderground medic in the world... why are you here, m

ithout flinching. She pushed her

"The name 'Mrs. Sterling' opens doors and provides a level of le

narrowed. "You

ed a wife to unlock your trust fund and placate your b

think I'll play al

r thigh, she produced the leather roll of needles. She slapped

expression cold and confid

opping into the air like stones. "Not just suppr

, cynical laugh. "The best medical minds at Johns Hopkins and

led the kit, selected the longest silver n

accuracy, she plunged the needle through the fabric of h

at. A strange, unfamiliar warmth began to spread through his legs-limbs that had been cold and numb for

at her, the skepticism in his eyes shatt

id calmly, laying out her terms. "During my time here, you will afford me absolute freedom and r

the impossible reward: his life. A slow, dark smile spread across

his right ha

ublic, you are not my doctor. You are my adoring wife. Y

er grip was firm, her palm cool ag

nto that of a clinician, all busines

w movement, he untied the belt and let the silk fall open, revealing a

her hands moving with a speed and precision that was mesmeri

gnawing cold inside him recede, pushed back by

t his hot skin. Each accidental touch sent a jolt of electricity through

fierce concentration in her eyes, the dete

as swiftly as she had placed them. She tosse

im. The constant pain that had been his companion for years had faded to a dull ache. H

g him in the darkness of the room, a slow, predatory smile spreading across

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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.”