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Billionaire Surgeon's Contract with the Virgin Artist
UMUR UNTUK MEMBACA 18+
Caroline Poon
Romance
ABSTRAK
He bought her for £250,000. Years later, he begged to be her 13th lover.
Scarlett Cross was a virgin artist with nothing but a broken suitcase and a massive debt. Dr. Liam Blackwood was the billionaire surgeon who saved her—only to trap her in a gilded cage.
He was cold, controlling, and dangerously seductive. He fired her art teacher just to teach her himself. He taught her about pleasure, about desire, and about the cruel games of the elite. He made a bet with his evil brother: £3 Million that he could make her a star.
She thought she was special. Until she realized she was just a wager. Heartbroken, Scarlett vanished.
Five Years Later. She returns as the "Comic Queen"—a billionaire CEO surrounded by handsome models and tycoons. At a luxury gala, Liam corners her, his eyes red with jealousy and regret. The icy surgeon is gone; only a desperate man remains.
"Come back to me, Scarlett," he pleads, kneeling in front of the world. Scarlett smirks, pulling her hand away. "Get in line, Dr. Blackwood. There are twelve men ahead of you." "I don't care," Liam vows, obsessively. "I'll be the thirteenth."