Terminal Roulette: The Heiress's Reckoning
By @john1208
I woke up suffocating inside a vacuum-sealed body bag at the bottom of a decommissioned black-site morgue. My husband, Davorin, thought he had cleanly disposed of his quiet, useless wife to secure a lifesaving bailout from the elusive Morokhov heiress. He didn't know two things. First, his handlers implanted a biometric kill-switch in my cervical spine that gives me exactly fourteen days to live. Second, I am the Morokhov heiress. I survived the morgue only because I am also 'Miracle Hand', the underworld's most infamous ghost doctor. Over the next two weeks, Davorin will try to corner me in the shadows, only to face the hidden queen of Vrostad's underground casino world. He will try to corner me in the boardroom, only to beg on his knees before the heiress he was desperately trying to court. I don't want him back; I just need the kill-switch decrypt code hidden in his mainframe. But as the clock bleeds down to zero and my pulse falters, will my ultimate revenge cost me my last breath?
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