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The Ice Prince's Runaway Fiancée

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 479    |    Released on: Today at 16:05

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y brain. Julien's fingers were crushing my windpipe. He was comp

t his upper body-he benc

. Instead, I forced my eyes past his broad

ering 88%, and her core body temperature hadn't dropped. More importantly, as I looked at the old woman's face, ther

t biologi

oma-profound autonomic depre

wasn't dead. But she had less than five minutes before

ere, she di

ve my right knee upward with explosive, targeted for

AC

out of him. Julien grunted, his gri

dropped to the floor, and

a voice yelled f

n shock. Julien recovered in half a second, his eyes flashing with

, my voice raw, raspy, but cutting through t

ride. Dr. Reynolds

say?" Reynol

ral tissue perfusion hasn't collapsed! Her pupillary dilation is asymmetrical! This isn't a myocardial

ced medicine for thirty years! She has no pulse, no respiration,

ecomes actually dead!" I shot back

pped from his palms where his nails dug into his skin. His mind was caught in a v

"You want to kill me? Fine. But if you don't let me touch

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“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.”