Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Tycoon

"Move." Kassie Moody shoved the heavy double doors of the intensive care unit, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.

Two men in identical black suits immediately stepped into her path. Their massive frames entirely blocked the entrance to the deepest, most luxurious private room in the Manhattan hospital.

"Authorized personnel only, ma'am," the taller bodyguard rumbled. His hand rested casually over the earpiece coiled around his thick neck.

Kassie didn't blink. Her heart hammered against her ribs-a frantic, heavy thud that echoed in her ears-but years of high-pressure emergency training had carved an absolute, chilling calmness into her muscle memory, keeping her hands as steady as a rock. She raised a thick manila folder and thrust it directly toward the guard's chest.

"Read the stamp," Kassie demanded.

The bodyguard looked down. The blood-red wax seal of the Holt family crest sat heavily at the bottom of the highest-level medical authorization document. The two men exchanged a quick, uncertain glance before stepping aside, their shoulders stiffening in defeat.

Kassie didn't wait for an invitation. She marched straight toward the bed.

Her eyes immediately locked onto the patient information card slotted at the headboard. J. Holt.

The man in the bed, hooked up to a heart monitor, snapped his eyes open. Jalon Holt stared at her, his pupils dilating in sudden panic. He tried to push himself up against the pillows, his chest heaving.

Kassie didn't hesitate. She slammed her hands onto his shoulders, using her entire body weight to pin him back against the mattress.

"Who the hell are you?" Jalon yelled, his voice cracking. "What are you doing to me?"

"I am Dr. Moody," Kassie said, her voice entirely devoid of warmth. "And per the prenuptial fertility assessment clause mandated by your family's trust fund, I am here to evaluate your genetic viability."

Jalon's face twisted in pure rage. He thrashed under her grip, his right hand shooting out to slam the red nurse call button mounted on the wall.

Kassie moved faster. She reached over and yanked the power cord of the call bell straight out of the wall socket. The plastic snapped with a sharp crack.

She turned her head and snapped her fingers at the young, terrified nurse standing frozen near the medical cart. "Sedative. Now."

The nurse swallowed hard, her hands shaking so violently she nearly dropped the metal tray. She handed Kassie a syringe filled with clear liquid.

"I will have my lawyers sue you into the ground!" Jalon screamed, spit flying from his lips. "You're dead! You hear me? Dead!"

Kassie ignored him. She grabbed his forearm, her thumb pressing hard against his skin to find the vein. Without a flinch, she drove the needle precisely into his flesh and pushed the plunger down.

"You crazy-" Jalon's words slurred.

The drug hit his bloodstream. Within ten seconds, his pupils blew wide. The fight drained out of his muscles, and his head lolled to the side. He went completely limp against the pillows, his