Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Surgeon

My abusive ex was threatening a lawsuit that would destroy my father's career and wipe out my PhD. I was completely out of options. That night, Graham, the boy from next door I hadn't seen in a decade, showed up at my apartment in the middle of a hurricane. Now a wealthy orthopedic surgeon, he offered a transactional marriage: he needed a local wife to keep his family away while he cared for his sick mother, and in return, he would make my ex disappear. I thought it was a simple deal. But the morning after we signed the marriage license, Graham didn't just scare my ex off—he ruthlessly dismantled him. Then, Graham turned to me. His eyes were dead as he pulled out his phone, showing me a high-resolution photo of the night I illegally sold lab samples to pay off my ex's initial blackmail. He had hired a private investigator to stalk me. If that photo leaked to the FDA, I wouldn't just lose my degree; I'd go to prison. "I needed a guarantee," he said flatly. I was shaking with rage and terror. This wasn't a rescue. It was a hostage situation. Why did he hunt me down? Why use my darkest secret to trap me in this twisted marriage? I couldn't live like this. I demanded an immediate divorce. But at the courthouse, the clerk dropped a bomb on us: state law required a mandatory thirty-day waiting period. Thirty days trapped with a ruthless, manipulative stranger. I had to find a way to break his leverage before the month was up.

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Jaimie had learned about Gerry’s hospitalization two days earlier, through a curt voicemail from his lawyer. The message stated that Gerry Brady had sustained a fractured right arm during what the lawyer called "the incident at the restaurant," that he was being treated at St. Clare’s Hospital, and that his legal team was preparing to pursue maximum damages. The words had burrowed into her brain like a splinter she couldn’t remove. She had spent the following forty-eight hours staring at her ceiling, her bank balance, and the wall, cycling through every possible outcome until only one desperate option remained. She had to go there. She had to see him. She had to try.

The walls of the hospital corridor were painted a dull, institutional green.

Jaimie sat in a plastic chair outside room 412, her hands clasped so tightly in her lap that her knuckles were white. She had spent the last hour staring at the wall, trying to convince herself that this wasn't a mistake.

She had come to the hospital to see Gerry. It was a desperate move, maybe a stupid one, but she had to try. She had checked her bank account again this morning-$3,247.56. It was a joke. Gerry wanted fifty thousand.

She had to negotiate. She had to beg if she had to. Anything to avoid a lawsuit.

As she waited, she overheard two nurses chatting at their station. "Did you hear Dr. Evans is out sick? They had to pull in that new surgeon from Washington to cover his patients. Hired him almost overnight, apparently-some kind of emergency credentialing." The other nurse nodded. "Yeah, Dr. Lawson. He specifically asked to take over the case in 412. Said he wanted to review the file personally." A cold knot formed in Jaimie's stomach, but she pushed the thought away. It had to be a coincidence.

She stood up, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door to Gerry's room.

He was sitting up in bed, his right arm in a cast resting on a pillow. The TV was on, playing some daytime talk show. He looked up as she walked in, and a slow, slimy smile spread across his face.

"Well, well," he said, his voice nasally. "Look who finally came to her senses. Did you bring the check, or are you here to watch me call my lawyer?"

"I don't have fifty thousand dollars, Gerry," she said, staying near the door. "I have five. That's all I can get right now. Take it, and we can forget this whole thing."

Gerry laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Five grand? That barely covers my legal fees, Jaimie. You're going to have to do better than that."

"I can't. You know I can't."

He leaned forward, his eyes roaming over her body in a way that made her skin crawl. "Maybe we can work out a different kind of payment," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You know, for old times' sake."

"Go to hell," she snapped, the anger flaring up and burning through her fear.

"Don't talk to me like that!" Gerry shouted, his face twisting with rage. "You did this to me! You and your crazy father! I'm the victim here!"

"Mr. Brady, please keep your voice down."

A nurse appeared in the doorway, a heavyset woman with a stern expression. "This is a hospital, not a bar."

"She's harassing me!" Gerry whined, pointing at Jaimie with his good hand. "I'm a patient! I'm in pain, and she's here yelling at me!"

The nurse looked at Jaimie, her gaze disapproving. "Ma'am, if you're causing a disturbance, I'll have to ask you to leave."

"I'm not-" Jaimie started, but before she could finish, the door swung open again.

A man stepped into the room. He was tall, wearing a white lab coat over a crisp dress shirt. He had a stethoscope draped around his neck and a patient chart in his hand.

Jaimie's heart stopped.

It was Graham.

He walked past her as if she didn't exist, his attention focused entirely on Gerry. "Mr. Brady," he said, his voice professional and cool. "I'm Dr. Lawson. How are we feeling today?"

Gerry's face went slack. He looked from Graham to Jaimie, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. "You... you know her?"

Graham didn't even glance at Jaimie. "I know she's visiting during restricted hours. Miss, I'll have to ask you to step out."

Jaimie couldn't move. She was frozen to the spot, her brain trying to process what she was seeing. Dr. Lawson. Graham was a doctor at this hospital. Graham was Gerry's doctor.

This wasn't a coincidence. This was a setup.

Gerry, oblivious to the tension, saw an opportunity. He turned to Graham, his face a mask of suffering. "Doctor, you have to do something. She attacked me. Her father broke my arm. They're trying to ruin me. And now she's here, threatening me!"

He was playing the victim, using the presence of an authority figure to bolster his case. He thought the doctor was on his side.

Graham listened patiently, his expression neutral. He checked the monitors, adjusted the IV drip, and made a note on the chart.

"Mr. Brady," Graham said, his voice still calm. "Your chart indicates a blood alcohol level of point one two upon admission, and traces of oxycodone in your system. That suggests you were not in a sound state of mind during the altercation."

Gerry's face went pale. "That's... that's not relevant."

"It's highly relevant to your credibility," Graham said, his tone sharpening slightly. "Furthermore, the security footage from the restaurant shows you initiating the physical contact with an elderly man. A man who was simply defending himself."

Gerry started to sweat. "You can't... that's private!"

Graham finally looked at Jaimie. His eyes were flat, empty. "Miss Stuart," he said, using her maiden name like a weapon. "Please wait outside. I need to discuss my patient's treatment plan with him. Privately."

Jaimie wanted to scream. She wanted to demand answers. But the look in his eyes told her not to push it. Not here.

She turned and walked out of the room. The door clicked shut behind her.

She leaned against the wall, her legs weak. Graham was inside with Gerry. He was Gerry's doctor. He had access to Gerry's medical records, his blood work, his everything.

The web he had spun was so much bigger than she had realized. She wasn't just married to him. She was trapped in his world, and he had been watching her long before he knocked on her door.

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Clara Davis was trained to seduce, deceive, and destroy. Her mission is simple: infiltrate billionaire Jeffery Rothwell's life, gain his trust, and help seize his empire in exchange for the freedom she has always craved. But the deeper she slips into his dangerous world, the more the lines between mission and desire begin to blur. Falling for him was never part of the plan and neither was discovering that the man she was sent to manipulate may not be the real Jeffery at all. Now trapped in a deadly web of obsession, power, and hidden identities. Clara is caught between the organization that owns her, the monster who remade her, and a love that has turned into vengeance. Clara must survive a man who sees everything, controls everything, and may be far more dangerous than the organization that created her. Because in this game of seduction and revenge, love might be the deadliest trap of all.

Action Adventure Romance

8.0

His Betrayal, Her Billion-Dollar Revenge

8.0

For three years, I played the part of a simple housewife for my husband, Cedric. I buried my true self-Eleanor Curry, heiress to a massive security firm-to be the quiet wife he claimed to love. Then a chemical plant exploded. In the chaos, Cedric shielded his teammate, Cassidy, and left me behind in a collapsing building. "Forget her," I heard him tell his men. "She' s useless. A dead weight." I survived, only for him to force me, while I was injured and feverish, to donate blood to Cassidy for her "severe" injuries. But then I overheard them laughing in the next room. Her injuries were a lie. It was all a "little lesson," he said, to teach me my place. As my own wound reopened and bled through my gown, I reached for the hidden device in my bag. "Falcon reporting." A gravelly voice answered instantly. "Welcome home, little bird. We've been waiting."

Action Mystery Romance

8.6

Raising The Alpha's Secret Babies

8.6

After a night of passion with Alpha Jaxson, Selene flees to protect her unborn children from the pack's dangerous politics. Years later, the powerful leader discovers his hidden heirs and the woman he never forgot. As rivals threaten their safety, Selene must decide if she can trust the man who broke her heart. Reunited by fate, they face a treacherous battle to secure their family's future while navigating a world of secrets and lies.

Action Romance Werewolf

7.2

The Billionaire's Broken Doll Returns

7.2

Five years ago, I was sentenced to prison for a car accident that left Blaire Lowe fighting for her life in the ICU. The day I was finally released, I thought the nightmare was over, but it had only just begun. Carson Long, the man who once loved me, was waiting. He didn't see a victim of a tragic accident; he saw a monster who deserved to rot. He made sure I knew that freedom was a lie. He turned my life into a living hell, dragging me through the halls of the hospital to witness the ruin I had caused, forcing me to watch as those who once knew me spat on my name and treated me like filth. When he demanded I pay for my sins by destroying my own face, I didn't hesitate. I carved a jagged scar into my cheek just to satisfy his cold, relentless hatred, hoping it would finally be enough to earn his mercy. But he wasn't satisfied. He dragged me to his estate, stripped me of my dignity, and turned me into the house's lowest servant, forcing me to scrub cobblestones until my knees bled and my body gave out. Why did he hate me so much that he wanted me to suffer every second of my existence? Why was he so determined to see my soul crushed into dust, even when I had nothing left to give? I looked at the trash I was forced to eat, and in that moment, I realized that as long as Carson held the leash, I would never be free. I picked up a piece of moldy bread, my eyes hollow, and decided that if living meant becoming his dog, I would find a way to end the game on my own terms.

Action Billionaire Modern

8.5

The Billionaire's Secret Twins: Her Revenge

8.5

I was four months pregnant, weighing over two hundred pounds, and my heart was failing from experimental treatments forced on me as a child. My doctor looked at me with clinical detachment and told me I was in a death sentence: if I kept the baby, I would die, and if I tried to remove it, I would die. Desperate for a lifeline, I called my father, Francis Acosta, to tell him I was sick and pregnant. I expected a father's love, but all I got was a cold, sharp blade of a voice. "Then do it quietly," he said. "Don't embarrass Candi. Her debutante ball is coming up." He didn't just reject me; he erased me. My trust fund was frozen, and I was told I was no longer an Acosta. My fiancé, Auston, had already discarded me, calling me a "bloated whale" while he looked for a thinner, wealthier replacement. I left New York on a Greyhound bus, weeping into a bag of chips, a broken woman the world considered a mistake. I couldn't understand how my own father could tell me to die "quietly" just to save face for a party. I didn't know why I had been a lab rat for my family’s pharmaceutical ambitions, or how they could sleep at night while I was left to rot in the gray drizzle of the city. Five years later, the doors of JFK International Airport slid open. I stepped onto the marble floor in red-soled stilettos, my body lean, lethal, and carved from years of blood and sweat. I wasn't the "whale" anymore; I was a ghost coming back to haunt them. With my daughter by my side and a medical reputation that terrified the global elite, I was ready to dismantle the Acosta empire piece by piece. "Tell Francis to wash his neck," I whispered to the skyline. "I'm home."

Action Billionaire Modern

8.1

The Legendary Valkyrie Awakens: I'm Their Eternal Regret

8.1

Gemma once ruled battlefields as a legendary warrior, the kind of woman who made the world kneel. For the man she loved, she erased her memories, hid her name, and became Brendan's quiet, forgotten wife. All she received was his cold disgust, her sister's vicious lies, and her family's merciless abuse. When she lay dying, the seal on her memories finally broke. The warrior the world feared came back. Leaders called. Armies welcomed her home. Brendan collapsed in the rain, pleading wildly. Gemma sneered and crushed her ring. Then Rhys, the youngest and most brilliant commander alive, stepped forward. "She's mine! Who dares touch my woman?"

Action Modern Romance

Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Surgeon

Chapter 6

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