The Ice Prince's Runaway Fiancée

Chapter 6

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ntensive care unit. Banks of monitors, infusion pumps, a

erly woman, her skin ashen, he

ntly clasping her frail, trembling hand in both o

tered weakly. A faint, raspy

me, his eyes pleadin

took her other hand. Her skin was clammy

used when stabilizing trauma patients. "I'm here. Julien and I are toget

twitched against mine. On the monitor, her heart r

h of relief, looking at me wi

side telemetry unit like a hawk, noting the widening QRS complex on the ECG

unit shrieked a high-p

d. A solid, horizontal gree

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past us. "Charge the paddles to two hundre

, lunging forward, but t

open the matriarch's gown and placed t

dy jolted off

remained a s

Three

unrelenting dron

lary response with a penlight, and slowly set the paddle

... I'm so sorry. Her heart gave

went de

ehind a terrifying, hollow blankness. He didn't cry. He didn't

his head tur

oid of light-pitch black wit

heavy and deliberate. I stood m

y throat like steel bands. He lifted me effortlessl

tness of his voice was far more terr

d. My vision b

he cartilage in my neck groaned. "If she died... you a

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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.”