Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Tycoon
I was a broke clinic doctor drowning in debt, so I took a confidential job to evaluate a billionaire heir's fertility.
I marched into the VIP ICU, pinned the struggling patient down, and injected a sedative. I finished the extraction and loudly declared to the family lawyer that the Holt heir was completely sterile.
But then, a chilling laugh echoed from the doorway.
The real heir, Jarrod Holt, the tyrant of Wall Street, stepped in. I had just sterilized his younger brother right in front of him.
Facing a decade in federal prison, I was completely at his mercy. To make things worse, my arrogant ex-boyfriend tried to publicly humiliate me, and my greedy uncle threatened to burn my dead mother's belongings for ransom. I was pushed to the absolute brink of ruin.
But instead of destroying me, Jarrod offered a terrifying lifeline. He bought out a Manhattan high-rise in five minutes just to ruin my ex, then handed me a marriage contract.
I was terrified and deeply confused. Why would this ruthless billionaire force a nobody into a fake marriage? He knew details about my past that no one should know. Did he discover my hidden identity as 'E', the underground surgeon the entire medical world was hunting for?
With my back against the wall, I signed the prenuptial agreement.
"I do," I whispered at City Hall.
He shoved his heavy, antique family ring onto my finger. It was supposed to be strictly business with absolutely no physical contact, but when his lips crashed violently onto mine, I knew I had just sold my soul to the devil.
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Chapter 7
The heavy door of the Maybach slammed shut, sealing them inside. The car pulled smoothly away from the curb, merging into the chaotic Manhattan traffic.
Inside the cabin, it was dead silent. The soundproofing was absolute.
Kassie sat pressed against the far door, her knees pulled tightly together. Her mind was reeling, replaying the violent, chaotic destruction of the cafe over and over again. The sheer, unchecked power this man wielded was terrifying.
Jarrod reached forward and pressed a button on the center console. The thick, black privacy partition glided up, completely separating them from the driver and Alex in the front.
The enclosed space suddenly felt incredibly small. The air was thick with the scent of his cedar cologne.
Jarrod picked up the freshly printed prenuptial agreement from the leather armrest and dropped it onto Kassie's lap.
He turned his head to look at her. His dark eyes were completely unreadable.
"Now you see," Jarrod said, his voice low and calm. "Without my protection, people like that will tear you apart like hyenas."
Kassie's jaw tightened. She gripped the edge of the contract. "I don't need to depend on a man to survive."
Jarrod let out a harsh, mocking laugh. It was a cruel sound that stripped away all her defenses.
"You owe three hundred and fifty thousand dollars in medical school loans," Jarrod listed, his voice precise and lethal. "Your credit card bill is sixty days past due. And your uncle, Mitch, is currently negotiating to sell the only heirloom your dead mother left behind just to cover his gambling debts."
Kassie's face went completely white. Her stomach violently cramped.
All her pride, all her stubborn independence, shattered into a million pieces. He knew everything. He had completely dissected her life.
Jarrod reached over and flipped the pages of the contract, stopping at the compensation clause. He tapped his long finger against the bold numbers. "Look at it."
Kassie forced her eyes down.
One million dollars signing bonus upon legal registration of the marriage.
Full clearance of all existing debts.
Unlimited monthly allowance.
A five-million-dollar Manhattan penthouse and one hundred thousand dollars a month in alimony upon divorce after two years.
It was a staggering amount of money. For a girl struggling to buy groceries in Brooklyn, it was a magic wand that could fix her entire broken life.
Kassie swallowed hard, her throat painfully dry. Her rational mind screamed at her to run, but the crushing weight of her reality pinned her to the seat.
She looked up, meeting his intense gaze. "Why are you paying this much? Why me?"
Jarrod leaned back against the leather seat. "The trust fund requirements are archaic and strict. I need a woman with a clean background, no complex corporate ties, and someone my grandfather explicitly approves of. You fit the criteria."
He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. "This is a business partnership. Nothing more. There will be no emotional entanglements."
Hearing the words "no emotional entanglements" actually made Kassie's chest loosen slightly.
She pointed a shaking finger at the bottom of the page. "I want an addendum. Absolutely no physical consummation of this marriage. No sex."
Jarrod's gaze slowly dropped from her eyes to her lips. He stared at her mouth for one long, agonizing second before his eyes flicked down to her oversized, worn-out sweater.
He let out a dismissive, calculated scoff. "Don't misunderstand, Doctor. This is purely a transactional arrangement. I have absolutely zero interest in tangling my personal life with a temporary business contract."
Kassie's cheeks flared hot with anger. She ground her teeth together, grabbed the cheap plastic pen from her tote bag, and flipped to the signature page.
Her hand shook as she pressed the pen to the paper. She took a deep, shuddering breath, and signed her name.
Jarrod watched the ink dry. The corner of his mouth twitched upward in a dark, victorious smirk.
He picked up the contract, handed her a brand-new encrypted smartphone, and ordered, "Call my grandfather. Now."
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9.0
My fiancé, Connor, and I had a one-year pact. I'd work undercover as a junior developer in the company we co-founded, while he, the CEO, built our empire.
The pact ended the day he ordered me to apologize to the woman who was systematically destroying my life.
It happened during his most important investor pitch. He was on video call when he demanded I publicly humiliate myself for his "special guest," Jaden. This was after she'd already scalded my hand with hot coffee and faced zero consequences.
He chose her. In front of everyone, he chose a manipulative bully over our company's integrity, our employees' dignity, and me, his fiancée.
His eyes on the screen demanded my submission.
"Apologize to Jaden. Now."
I took a step forward, held up my burned hand for the camera, and made a call of my own.
"Dad," I said, my voice dangerously quiet. "It's time to dissolve the partnership."
7.2
Elmore Thomas rushed into the emergency room, clutching his feverish seven-year-old son, Buddy, tightly to his chest.
When the privacy curtain was pulled back, the air in Elmore's lungs vanished. The attending physician standing under the harsh lights was his wife, Kendal—the woman everyone believed had burned to death eight years ago.
But there was no tearful reunion. Kendal looked at him, and her eyes froze into impenetrable ice. She treated him like a biohazard, strictly referring to him as the family member.
Worse, she didn't recognize Buddy. She comforted their crying son with the same gentle warmth she used to reserve for Elmore, completely unaware she was soothing the baby she thought had died.
Days later, Elmore watched from the shadows as she picked up another boy outside a prep school, her left hand flashing a massive diamond engagement ring.
When his butler accidentally recognized her, Kendal shielded her new stepson with pure disgust in her eyes.
"Tell that psychopath to sign the divorce papers immediately. I have a new family now."
The words 'new family' echoed in Elmore's skull, tearing him apart. For eight years, he had lived in a hell of guilt and madness, raising their son in the shadow of her ghost. How could she just erase their past? How could she give her tender smiles to a stranger and look at him with absolute revulsion?
Standing in a luxury ballroom, Elmore squeezed his hand until his crystal champagne flute shattered, thick blood dripping onto the rug. The murderous obsession in his dark eyes returned as he called his lawyer.
"Freeze her divorce application. Use every dirty trick in the book. She isn't leaving."
8.9
Five years ago, Arabella Sterling vanished without a trace, disgraced, heartbroken, and branded her billionaire benefactor's dirty secret.
What the world never knew was that she'd also been his wife.
Or that the man she loved-and the son she gave everything for-chose another woman over her.
Now, she's back as The Reformer, a world-renowned business strategist celebrated for resurrecting dying empires.
Her newest client? The Sterling Group.
Her ex-husband's empire.
Adrian Sterling has spent years trying to atone for the lies that destroyed them both.
But when Arabella walks into his boardroom, colder, sharper, untouchable...he realizes redemption may come at a cost he can't pay.
Because this time, she's not here to save him.
She's here to ruin him.
9.3
For years, Gabriela believed the man beside her would be the one she grew old with. They had loved each other since they were young, but in the end, all those years meant nothing beside a younger woman's smile.
Returning from a business trip, she uncovered his betrayal with brutal clarity. Still, she did not cry or beg. She took out her phone, recorded every damning second, and filed for divorce the moment she could.
Afterward, she rebuilt her life into something brighter, richer, and stronger, even marrying a powerful tycoon. As for her ex and his shameless mistress, they could rot together.
7.5
I was tied to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, the heavy stench of gasoline suffocating me.
Ten steps away, a masked kidnapper slammed a loaded Glock onto a metal barrel and forced my husband, Alvie, to make a sick choice.
"The wife or the mistress. You only get to walk out of here with one."
Alvie didn't even blink.
He walked straight toward the dark corner where his mistress, Gail, was crying. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, shielding her, and guided her toward the exit.
He never looked back. He didn't cast a single glance over his shoulder. To him, I was already a corpse, just trash left on the pavement.
The kidnapper laughed and tossed a lighter onto the soaked concrete floor.
A wall of ghostly blue fire erupted instantly, swallowing me whole. The absolute agony of my skin blistering and melting shattered my sanity.
In my last moments, consumed by the inferno, I couldn't understand how the man I had loved and served so submissively could leave me to burn alive. My heartbreak quickly morphed into a hatred far deeper than the flames.
Then, I violently jerked awake.
I shot up from the bed, gasping for cold air, my hands frantically checking my perfectly smooth, unburned skin.
I looked at the desk clock. I had returned to exactly four years ago, the morning of the annual Gallagher family gathering.
The fragile, naive wife died in that warehouse. This time, I am going to destroy them both.
7.6
Overnight, Ella lost her family, her home, and her entire life. Discarded by the foster system, she was left shivering in the freezing mud outside her ruined estate.
That was when Javier Shepherd appeared. The terrifyingly cold, powerful billionaire pulled her from the dirt, threw her into a massive glass penthouse, handed her an unlimited black card, and vanished overseas, leaving her in the hands of a cruel caretaker.
The caretaker treated Ella like garbage, feeding her cheap, processed meals while using the black card to buy designer bags. The toxic food triggered a severe allergic reaction. Ella collapsed in the dark hallway, her throat swelling shut, gasping for air while the caretaker locked the door and turned up the TV. She almost died on that cold hardwood floor.
When Javier found out, he ruthlessly destroyed the caretaker and sent her to prison. He guarded Ella's hospital bed with terrifying intensity and even moved into her apartment to stop her panic attacks. Yet, when Ella finally broke down crying over her dead parents, his eyes turned to ice.
"Losing emotional control over a juvenile past is an inefficient waste of energy."
He sneered, treating her grief like a bad financial investment. Ella was completely bewildered. Why did this dangerous man protect her so fiercely, yet hate her past so deeply?
It wasn't until his cousin visited the hospital that the cruel truth was revealed. Javier wasn't saving her out of kindness. He had been obsessed with Ella's mother—his family's adopted daughter who ran away years ago. To him, Ella wasn't a person to be loved. She was just a replacement asset, a ghost of the woman he never got over.