Marry The Billionaire Again

"Where are you taking me? Put me down!"

Michelle Harris stared up at Thomas Cruz, her eyes wide with terror. She knew him—he was her surgeon—but she couldn't shake the icy fear that had clamped around her chest right then.

Her frantic struggling had already drawn more than a few stares from passersby, when a low voice suddenly rumbled right in her ear: "I’m not going to hurt you. There’s something you need to see to understand just how reckless you’ve been."

With that, Thomas carried her into his office and locked the door behind them. Michelle scrambled backward until her back hit the corner of the room, her nerves frayed. "What are you planning?"

"Open it and see," Thomas said sharply, handing her a manila folder.

Michelle flicked a confused glance his way before flipping the folder open. Her eyes blew wide with shock, and she snapped her head up to stare at him. "Who even are you? Why are you showing me this?"

"Looks like you never stopped to question the real story behind the Harris family accident," Thomas said, stepping closer as he casually flipped to a middle page, revealing a full evaluation report.

"The fire at your family’s factory all those years ago wasn’t an accident—it was arson. The perpetrator paid off people to fake the report and pin it on worker error. Put simply, your parents didn’t just die in a tragedy… they were murdered." Thomas dragged the last word out sharp, emphasizing every syllable.

Michelle shivered uncontrollably. Her mind flickered for half a second to Logan Harris’s parents, but she shoved the thought away immediately.

"You already know who did this. You just won’t let yourself admit it," Thomas said pointedly.

She flung the folder straight at him, voice blazing with denial: "I barely even know you! Why would I believe this garbage?"

With that, Michelle spun on her heel and headed for the door.

Thomas watched her back retreating, and called out right before she reached the handle: "Have you ever wondered why the accident happened the way it did? How Logan’s family showed up to save the company so fast? Why they pushed that agreement on you right after? You really think all of that was just one big coincidence?"

"Enough!" Michelle screamed, desperate to shut him up. She wrenched the door open and stormed out, never looking back.

When she got back to the main hospital wing, she ran straight into Logan’s parents, who were just stepping out of the elevator. Logan’s mother hurried over, wrapping her worried hand around Michelle’s. "Thank god you’re alright, honey. Why do you look so upset? We’re always here for you, you know that."

Michelle stared blankly at Logan’s mother, Thomas’s words suddenly ringing loud and clear in her head. She pulled her hand back coldly, her tongue already itching to ask about what happened all those years ago.

But when the questions hit her lips, she swallowed them down. All she said was, "I’m just tired. I need to rest. You two should head home."

When she saw they still hesitated to leave, Michelle huffed a cold laugh. "Don’t worry. I won’t do anything stupid before I keep my end of the deal. After all, you were the ones who saved the Harris family name back then, weren’t you?"

She glanced at Logan’s mother, and caught a faint, almost invisible smile tug at her lips.

"Silly girl, what on earth are you going on about? Alright, go get some rest," Logan’s mother said, tugging her husband along with her as they left.

Michelle pretended to head back to her hospital room. Only after they’d turned the corner and were completely gone did she turn back around, heading straight for Thomas Cruz’s office.

Maybe some things aren’t just coincidences after all.

Lost in her swirling thoughts, Michelle never noticed the pair of cold, sharp eyes watching her every move from the shadows behind her.