Flash Marriage To My Ruthless Professor
I signed a prenuptial agreement with a cold-blooded Wall Street predator just to unlock my trust fund and fight my greedy stepmother.
We were nothing more than legal roommates bound by a strict three-year contract.
But to survive the corporate war at my family's company, I skipped my mandatory university finance class and paid a guy to answer the roll call for me.
The stand-in was immediately caught and kicked out by the notoriously ruthless new professor.
That night at dinner, I complained to my contract husband about the professor.
"He's an unreasonable, arrogant dictator who gets off on torturing his students," I complained bitterly.
My husband just calmly cut my steak and listened as I bragged about how I was going to fake-cry and manipulate the professor the next morning.
I even rushed to the faculty office the next day and performed a desperate, tearful apology to an elderly man I assumed was the tyrant.
I thought I had perfectly balanced my corporate war and my academic life. I thought I had fooled everyone.
But when I confidently sat in the front row of the massive lecture hall, the heavy wooden doors pushed open.
The terrifying new professor walked onto the podium and aggressively wrote his name on the chalkboard: Elliot Dillard.
It was my contract husband.
He looked down at me with cold, merciless authority, knowing every single lie I had told, and slowly called my name.
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Chapter 3
Allison sat in the back of a yellow cab as it sped uptown.
The cab jerked to a stop outside the iron gates of Columbia University's Morningside Heights campus.
Allison paid the fare, shoved her wallet into her bag, and pushed the heavy car door open.
The moment her boots hit the pavement, she saw him.
Trevor, her ex-boyfriend, was leaning against the brick wall near the dormitory entrance. He was smoking a cigarette.
Trevor spotted her. He immediately dropped the cigarette onto the concrete and crushed it under his expensive sneaker.
He plastered a sickeningly deep, affectionate look onto his face and walked quickly toward her.
"Allie, baby," Trevor said, reaching his hand out.
He tried to grab her fingers.
Allison felt a wave of pure physical nausea hit her stomach. She twisted her torso sharply to the side, completely dodging his touch.
"Don't touch me," she snapped.
Trevor let his hand fall, looking hurt. "Allie, please. What happened with Kenzie was a mistake. It was just a frat party. I was drunk. It meant nothing."
Allison let out a harsh, humorless laugh.
"A mistake?" Allison asked, her voice rising. "You paid for the room at The Plaza Hotel using my secondary credit card, Trevor. That's a very expensive mistake."
Trevor's face stiffened. The fake affection vanished, replaced by a defensive scowl.
"Well, maybe if you weren't so obsessed with your family's company, I wouldn't have looked elsewhere!" Trevor shot back, stepping closer to intimidate her. "You completely ignored my emotional needs!"
The sheer audacity of his victim-blaming made the blood roar in Allison's ears.
Her eyes turned as cold as the December wind.
She pulled her left hand out of her heavy wool coat pocket.
She held it up right in front of his face, extending her ring finger.
The plain platinum wedding band caught the dull afternoon sunlight.
Trevor stared at the ring. His brow furrowed.
"What is that?" Trevor scoffed. "Did you buy a prop ring to save face? You're pathetic."
Allison looked at him with absolute deadpan calm.
"I got legally married this morning," Allison announced. Her voice didn't shake. It was a statement of absolute fact.
Trevor threw his head back and laughed loudly.
"That is the most ridiculous lie I have ever heard in my life," Trevor mocked, wiping a fake tear from his eye.
The heavy wooden doors of the dormitory suddenly banged open.
Zoe stormed out.
She was holding a massive plastic cup of iced coffee with a double shot of espresso. The ice cubes rattled loudly as she marched down the steps.
Without breaking stride, Zoe swung her arm forward.
She aggressively hurled the entire cup of freezing coffee directly onto Trevor's limited-edition sneakers.
The dark brown liquid splashed violently over the white leather and soaked into his expensive socks.
Trevor let out a high-pitched scream. He jumped backward, frantically shaking his wet feet.
"Are you crazy?!" Trevor screamed at Zoe, his face turning purple with rage.
Zoe didn't back down. She turned to the growing crowd of students walking past the gates.
"Hey everyone!" Zoe yelled at the top of her lungs. "This guy is a cheating loser who uses his girlfriend's money to pay for his hotel rooms!"
Several business school students stopped in their tracks. They pointed at Trevor's ruined shoes and immediately pulled out their phones to record the scene.
Trevor's face burned with extreme humiliation. He looked around wildly at the cameras pointed at him.
He glared at Allison, his eyes full of venom.
"You are going to regret dumping me, Allison," Trevor threatened, his voice shaking with anger.
Allison didn't say a word. She calmly pulled out her phone and started dialing the campus security emergency number.
Trevor saw the numbers on her screen. He cursed loudly, turned around, and sprinted away down the sidewalk. His wet shoes made pathetic squeaking sounds with every step.
Zoe grabbed Allison's left arm.
She pulled Allison's hand up to her face, her eyes wide with shock as she inspected the very real, very heavy platinum band.
"Holy crap," Zoe whispered.
Allison pulled her hand back and swiped her student ID card at the door scanner. The light flashed green.
They walked into the lobby and stepped into the cramped, slow-moving elevator.
The doors slid shut, sealing them inside.
"Who is the poor bastard that agreed to this?" Zoe demanded, her eyes practically sparkling with gossip.
"He's just some guy in the finance sector," Allison said vaguely, staring at the floor numbers ticking upward. "My lawyer introduced us. It's strictly to solve my property inheritance issue."
The elevator dinged and stopped at their floor.
They stepped out and walked down the long hallway lined with ugly blue carpet.
Zoe suddenly changed the subject, her energy shifting rapidly.
"Oh my god, did you hear the news that blew up the department today?" Zoe asked, waving her hands excitedly.
"No," Allison said, her mind already drifting back to the corporate audit she needed to run tomorrow morning.
"We got a new Advanced Finance professor," Zoe gushed. "Everyone says he looks like a Hollywood actor, but he is completely ruthless. A total ice king."
Allison nodded absentmindedly. She didn't care about academic gossip.
"The crazy part is," Zoe emphasized, leaning in close, "his last name is Dillard. And someone saw a wedding ring on his finger today."
Allison's hand froze on the brass doorknob of their room.
The surname hit a very specific, very sensitive nerve in her brain.
Dillard.
Her husband's name was Elliot Dillard.
But she quickly pushed the thought away. Dillard was a common name in New York. She had personally reviewed Elliot's background files before signing the prenuptial agreement. His resume was a relentless timeline of investment banking, hedge funds, and private equity. There was absolutely zero mention of any academic experience. It was an unsettling coincidence, but she simply didn't have the time or the mental bandwidth right now to stress over a million-to-one statistical anomaly.
She turned the knob and pushed the door open, completely unaware of the trap she was walking into.
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The drill's whine was the only thing in my world, vibrating through my skull and drowning out my own screams.
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I looked at the observation window, begging with my eyes.
Dante, the Alpha I had dragged from the jaws of death, stood there. He wasn't looking at me. He was holding Isabella's hand.
He didn't know I was the one who healed him. He believed her lies.
"Take it all if you have to," Dante's voice drifted through our fading mate bond. "Don't let her fade."
The drill punched through. My heart stuttered and stopped.
I died on that table, a hollowed-out husk used to feed my sister's vanity.
"Seraphina! Are you deaf?"
A sharp voice snapped me back into existence.
I gasped, clutching my hip. No blood. No drill. No pain.
I looked at the calendar on my father's desk.
I was alive. And I had exactly one year before the surgery that killed me.
I looked at my trembling hands and felt the ancient anger of my White Wolf stirring.
I wasn't going to be the sacrifice this time.
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7.6
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7.9
I was in the kitchen of the Vance mansion, slicing black truffles worth more than my car while my mother-in-law, Victoria, mocked my "backwoods" origins. My back throbbed from standing for six hours, and my head spun from the chronic anemia I’d developed since marrying into this family.
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"Her hemoglobin is low, Seraphina. Get to St. Luke's now."
I looked down at my left arm, which was a roadmap of bruises and needle marks hidden beneath my sweater. When I tried to tell him that the medical guidelines forbade donating again so soon, Julian’s voice turned dangerous.
"I don't care about guidelines. She’s in crisis, and your anemia is manageable. Are you really going to be this selfish after the life we gave you?"
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I untied my apron, dropped it into the trash, and walked past a screaming Victoria toward the front door. I picked up the phone and dialed the one number I had been forbidden to contact since my wedding day.
"Mr. Henderson, it's Seraphina Sterling. Prepare the divorce papers. And if they contest it... burn their entire empire to the ground."
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