Flash Marriage To My Disabled Commander

Chapter 3

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off a simple grey sweater only an hour ago. The New York City Marriage Bureau was a study in bureaucratic miser

cked her wa

seen. The room was full of nervous excitement, tearful joy, and resigned duty, but

number for Armstrong. It rang once, twice, then went to voicemai

epended on variables lining up perfectly. If Armstrong was a no-show, the whole thing colla

y, you're

oked up. Two seats down, a young woman with pink streaks in her

ring right now," the guy, Ricky, stam

arms, her face twisted in anger. "You don't care a

nk. She needed a contingency. If Armstrong didn't show, she'd ha

e you lo

ly made eye contact with Heidi. The

ianna said, h

looking Elianna up and down. "Did your guy stand you up? Figu

. "Heidi, come on. Leave

anna. "I hate bitches like you. Acting all

idn't move a muscle. She didn't raise her voice. "If

enace behind them was absolute. It was the tone of som

e shrank back, her mouth opening and closing like a fish.

ed Heidi toward the exit. The door swung shut be

over, but so was her patience. She stood up

oulder, the burner phone buzzed in her

t JFK Airport, Terminal 4. Kiana Sol

rong. It couldn't be a coincidence. It was a trap

seful. She burst through the heavy doors of the bureau and stepped out onto the sid

he curb. She sprinted for it, cutting off a

" he

r open and sliding inside. She slammed th

in the mirror, saw the look in her eyes, and decided not t

She had been so sure she was in control. She had the documents. She had the lever

ying her? Or was Kiana just being Kiana,

iana Solis ruin the first move of her comeback. She wouldn't let it happen. She stared out the

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“Six years ago, my adoptive family framed me for commercial espionage, stripped me of my identity, and threw me out. Now, I finally returned to the Solis estate as a commercial pilot to take back what was mine. But the first thing my adoptive mother did was threaten me with that forged evidence again. She demanded I take my sister Kiana's place in a marriage contract with a disabled man, simply because Kiana refused to marry him. When I refused, Kiana ambushed me at the airport with a mob of reporters. She cried for the cameras, publicly accusing me of causing our father's and brother's deaths. She painted me as a ruthless monster who bankrupted the company and ruined the family. The crowd instantly turned on me, screaming that I was a murderer and a gold-digger. Kiana wanted to completely destroy my reputation so I would have no choice but to submit to her arrangement. I looked at her fake tears, feeling a cold, absolute fury. How dare she use the tragic deaths of the only family members who actually loved me as a prop for her sick show? They had ruined my life once, and now they wanted to bury me alive. I didn't hesitate. I slapped her hard across the face right in front of the flashing cameras. "That was for my father and brother." Then, my real fiancé, a decorated Delta Force commander, rolled through the crowd in his wheelchair. He tossed a classified Pentagon file to the reporters, completely clearing my name and exposing Kiana's lies. I married him to start my revenge, but as I stepped into his heavily secured penthouse that night, I realized my powerful new husband had been preparing for me for a very long time.”