The Ice Prince's Runaway Fiancée

Chapter 2

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he balance in his hips screamed elite athlete-specifically, a power skater who lived on the ice. His tailored charcoal suit couldn't hide the bruising alo

a man accustomed to commanding arenas an

al cords, fighting the neur

gh. "Save the amateur acting, S

my head as he marched out of the shop. The sharp ridge of his collarbone dug into my ribs, but I kept my eyes

treet, and the br

was locked down. No civili

d every five yards stood men in matching dark suits with tactical earpieces-roughly ninety to one hundred security pe

he pavement, every guard snapped to attention

stepping forward to pull open the d

attled through m

hundred trained guards sealing the perimeter, and an armored vehicle. A

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ressed. He leaned over me, his mas

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muscles offered only a faint tremor. He pulled out my smartphone-my o

eet. A guard outside caught it cleanly, dropped it to the asphalt, and crushed it beneath the

nymore," he said, roll

neurotoxin's half-life. Devil's Thorn sap: neuromuscular blockade peaks at fifteen minutes, plateaus for forty-

g out another hoarse whis

breath brushing my ear. "B

linching, I held his gaze with cold, clinical defiance. His fingers hovered in mid-air, a

he had captured a petulant runaway. He had no idea he was transport

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The Ice Prince's Runaway Fiancée

Ive Gutterson Modern

“I was just a simple florist when Julien Leon, a billionaire NHL star, violently kidnapped me from my shop. He mistook me for a con artist who had scammed his sick grandmother, using my identical name and a childhood scar as undeniable proof. He threatened to destroy my entire life unless I signed a fake fiancé contract and went to his family estate to beg the old woman for forgiveness. But before I could even meet her, the family doctor announced she was dead. Julien went completely insane with grief. He pinned me against a wall, nearly choking the life out of me, and vowed to make my existence a living hell. To make matters worse, his greedy relatives immediately used the tragedy to stage a coup, demanding Julien step down as CEO and blaming me as the gold digger who killed their matriarch. I was trapped in a nightmare, facing a lifetime in prison or a brutal death for a crime I didn't commit, all because of a cursed doppelgänger. How could I survive the wrath of a man who could bend the world to his will? But listening to the vicious family feud outside my locked door, a crazy realization hit me. The rare neuro-active plant I handled earlier could cause suspended animation mimicking death. I pushed the door open, facing the hostile relatives and the murderous billionaire. "You're all mistaken. Mrs. Leon is not dead." I demanded ten minutes to revive her, betting my life and freedom on the impossible.”