Substitute Bride: Curing The Dying Billionaire

eets, plastering black leaves to the

cked surface. Water dripped from the edge of her black umbrella, forming a steady, rhythmic beat against the soaked ea

amble of footsteps, punctuated by the muffled phut-phut of a s

lower, melting into the deep shadow of a mass

g with a desperate, uncoordinated momentum. He crashed hard again

ark second. Custom-tailored suit, soaked through. A

datory grace of hunters closing in on their prey. Silenced pist

violently. It wasn't just the gunshot; his movements were spastic, his f

s were abo

mother's grave, would bring police, investigations, questions

he cool, familiar steel of two long, custom-made medical needles. With

ers at the base of each killer's neck. The men convulsed, their bodies locking up as th

the angel statue, his eyes blazing with

from the shadows, her boots splashing in the shallow puddles, and walked toward hi

he wariness in his eyes didn't fade. A violent cough wracked his bod

e sodden fabric of his expensive shirt and ripped it open. The wound was ugly,

ght his wrist. Her grip was like steel, her thumb pressing down on

voice low and steady, a stark c

came a blur, a flurry of precise movements as she drove the needles into acupressure points

tion. The crushing weight on his chest lessened. His heart, which had been stu

her kit, expertly wrapping his shoulder and tor

iced through the night, growing closer. Headlights

edles from his body in a single, fluid motion an

locking onto the hem of her trench coat with

she ripped the fabric from his grasp and

nging branch. The clasp snapped. The necklace, a simple silver chain with a sty

ever looked back. Her silhoue

a halt in the mud, followed by a team of black-clad bodyguards. He

at the bleeding had been expertly controlled. The wound, while grievous, wa

e last of his strength, he closed his fist aro

ensation registered: a faint, unique scent of cold herbs