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Flash Marriage To My Royal Commander

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 808    |    Released on: 10/11/2026

steady, unhurried strides. Even out of uniform, the cold authority around him made the impeccably dressed Soho

ce, Preston noticed nothing

of yours who's a thousand times better than

low, icy voice said directl

un around and found himself staring up i

the analyst as if exa

d bet everything you have that sh

eight and the chill in his voic

is a private matter b

ward in unison, their hands resting near the

collars, and then shot back up to Cameron's sharp jawline. The front-page

s face. His knees wobbled, and he automatically sna

our Royal

les. A woman near the counter clapped both hands o

window, her ears ringin

spare Preston

" he said

e. Shoving a chair out of his way, he bolted past the securi

ameron turned to Rosie, the harshn

leep at a table than you do bar

her heart pounding against

you really? Co

lled out the chair Preston had vacated, sat

pulled her mobile phone from her trench coat pocket,

ial royal navy blue with medals pinned across his chest, standing on the balcony of Buckingham Palace alongside Queen He

from the screen at the man who had thrown himself down a concr

round in A&E was the second son of the Qu

e this whole time?" Rosie

t her gaze

the British Army. That is my real rank

Highness' part

he table. "In the hospital, I am a commanding officer. And two minutes

rough her chest. Taking a deep breath to steady her

t tell me you were just

his coat cuff, a faint gleam of approval

l told me you were off duty, so I ha

idened

acked m

ecurity review," he said smoothly. "T

from his face, his dark eyes lock

today because I have an urgent matt

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Flash Marriage To My Royal Commander
Flash Marriage To My Royal Commander
“Rosie was a top-tier trauma nurse, but to her controlling mother, her only value was marrying a wealthy man. During her eighteenth blind date, an arrogant Wall Street analyst demanded she quit her job. When a mass casualty pager went off, Rosie slapped cash on the table and walked out to save lives. She survived a grueling twenty-two-hour shift, pulled a VIP soldier back from the dead, and even fought off an assassin. Yet, her mother didn't care about her safety. She threatened to tear Rosie's life apart unless she went to apologize to the blind date. Exhausted and bruised, Rosie was forced to meet him at a crowded cafe. Instead of listening, the man publicly humiliated her. "A woman like you, smelling like hospital bleach all day-no decent man will ever want you!" He grabbed her injured wrist, mocking her for being a worthless shift nurse. Rosie felt a suffocating wave of injustice; she had just bled to save national heroes, only to be treated like garbage for not being a submissive trophy wife. Right as he laughed at her, armed Royal Guards locked down the cafe. The military colonel Rosie had saved last night-who was actually a UK Prince-strode in. He ordered his men to throw the trembling analyst out into the street, turned to Rosie, and offered her a royal marriage to protect her freedom.”