flash marriage to a hidden ceo dailymotion

Snow was starting to fall as Quinn Ingram pulled into the hotel driveway. The crowd of reporters at the entrance stood in sharp contrast to the gloomy weather.

As soon as Carter Graham, Jacob Simmons’s assistant, spotted her, he rushed over.

“Quinn? What are you doing here?”

Quinn, with her stunning, almost otherworldly beauty, had a knack for drawing attention without trying.

But her lack of smiles and no-nonsense attitude gave her an air of professionalism that kept people at a distance.

She peeled off her leather gloves with practiced calm.

“Where’s Mr. Simmons?”

Carter hesitated, clearly uneasy.

“He’s, uh… upstairs. In his room.”

Without another word, Quinn walked past him and headed for the elevator.

At the door, she knocked sharply. A few moments later, it creaked open, revealing a young woman in her early twenties with red, puffy eyes.

The girl sniffled and glanced at Quinn, her voice soft and unsure.

“Are you here for Mr. Simmons? His… PR person?”

Quinn didn’t bother with introductions, offering only a small nod before stepping inside.

The timing was impeccable—Jacob Simmons strolled out of the bathroom, a towel slung low around his hips. Droplets of water slid from his damp hair, tracing down his neck and disappearing under the towel. His natural charm was effortless, infuriatingly so.

He spotted Quinn immediately, a smirk curling at his lips. “Well, well. What a surprise.”

Unfazed by his tone—or the fact that her husband of three months had just been caught in such a compromising situation—Quinn leveled him with her usual calm gaze.

“The situation downstairs is out of hand. Gossip reporters everywhere. Nobody else is willing to step in.”

The dynamic between them was strange—cool, detached, yet oddly synchronized.

Carter, knew they were married. But it is not known to the public.

Jacob walked to the armchair and dropped into it, pulling a robe on lazily. Even then, it hung loosely, his collarbone still on display.

Lighting a cigarette, he exhaled slowly, his smirk deepening. “Find someone else to deal with it.”

Ignoring him, Quinn shifted her attention to the girl standing awkwardly by the bed.

Quinn recognized her instantly. Piper Hayes. A fresh face under Simmons Media, infamous for using scandals to climb the ladder.

Recently, she’d made headlines after being called out by a director’s wife on Facebook. Now, here she was, angling for another opportunity.

Piper fidgeted under Quinn’s steady gaze but quickly recovered, batting her lashes.

“I mean, if the reporters are already here, maybe it’s better if I just… admit it? You know, say Mr. Simmons and I are together. We can clear things up later when it blows over…”

Her intention was written all over her face—Piper wanted the publicity.

Before she could finish, Quinn’s cold, clipped voice cut through. “I’ve already contacted your agent. They should be here by now. You’re leaving.”

Piper blinked, caught off guard.

“Leaving? But—”

“Yes,” Quinn said firmly.

Walking past Piper, Quinn stopped in front of Jacob, plucked the cigarette from his lips, and stubbed it out.

“Mr. Simmons, your team is waiting next door for the meeting.”

Jacob raised an eyebrow, his grin turning lazy.

“You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?”