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Substitute Bride: Curing The Dying Billionaire

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 774    |    Released on: Today at 18:08

imple, elegant beige sheath dress. Damien was waiting for her, a

their depths. He held out a hand, not to touch her,

the cool chrome. They moved in sync, a silent, practiced team

gany table was a battlefield, and the Sterling clan were its soldiers,

py of the Wall Street Journal, his eyes, small

head of the table, her face a frozen mask of disapprov

st loud enough for everyone to hear, "Does anyone else smell da

place at the head of the table and then took the seat beside

mplete with a full, complicated set of silver tongs and a two-pronged fork. It was a test, a public

nder the table, ready to

t of a smile touched her lips. She

of a surgeon, she clamped the shell, inserted the fork, and extracted

silent. Mina's

on the edge of Damien's porcelain plate. She leaned in c

hould have th

d his part perfectly, eating the snail with re

unger sister, Chloe. She slammed her han

rted with rage. "She's a fraud! Her family

AS

behind Chloe. It shattered, spraying water and shards o

thal, sliced across t

e. The Lady of this house. Any disrespect shown to her is a direct challenge to me. Anyon

o object, but at that moment, the double doors

eaning heavily on a ruby-encrusted cane. The entire

ndson. She noted the improved color in his cheeks, the clarity in his eyes. Then her

nned everyone, she reached up and unpinned a magnificent emerald and diamond brooch from

ands, she pinned the brooch t

andson's eyes," Elizabeth announced, her voic

rd, Victoria, and Mina were a

ed her head. "Thank

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Substitute Bride: Curing The Dying Billionaire
Substitute Bride: Curing The Dying Billionaire
“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.”