Flash Marriage To The Secret Chairman

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y air on her skin-a terrifying, exhilarating emptiness. The five-year plan, the carefully constructed future, the entire architecture of her life, had just been

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arp cheekbones, dark hair swept back from a forehead that spoke of intellectua

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d. "Forty-three minutes after your app

, I can have security here in thirty seconds. If you're a repor

. He reached into his other pocket and produced a crumpled

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t. The creases were deep, genuine. Her

steps, the street, the passing tourists. They stood in a po

thirty at midnight. The terms require marriage befo

ary. Not bonus. Old money structure, the kind that came

she said. "You shou

. "You're here. I'm here. We're both inconven

h, disbelieving. "You want to get married.

ion to a problem that just left you stranded and furious. I need a solution to a deadline. It seems our respective... disappointments... have created a mutual opportunity." He gestured toward the municipal building. "I

ch. The waiting, the tearing of the paper, t

ay," she said. "She's been trying to sell me to

use, you control your own filings. Your own medical decisions. Your own finan

elt them in her sternum, a pressure rele

shy. The watch was vintage, not current season. He

shield. No

aid. "Ironclad. My attor

nd asset-separation agreement drafted. Templated for immediate execution. Send a courier to my current location. ETA thirty minutes.

ething in her was too tired for caution, too angry for patience. She wanted to move

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