Flash Marriage To The Hidden Tycoon

Chapter 4 A Deal Sealed with a Vow

Word Count: 711 | Released on: 11/06/2026

d guests. All eyes on Clara and the strang

e bright lights, he looked nothing like a bartender. His suit was bespoke. Th

down. It didn't matter.

. Low. Steady. "Do you un

ep. "I understand perfectly. You provide the sha

hand on Clara's arm. Suspicious eyes as he loo

diate problem." Dimitri's tone was even. Respec

She looked at her father. Begging him to trust he

ter's eyes-the same resolve that had just

aping like a fish. "Mr. Peterson, if you please. We

from the ballroom. Mr. Peterson jolted into action by a sh

Braden shrieked, his voice fading as he w

ocus was entirely on the

was warm. His grip firm and reassuring. Strange. Unwelcom

. The guests parted befo

ling. When he reached the question, both Clara an

t had been present for this wedding was

nd and wife." Mr. Peterson

iss. Just a soft, brief kiss on he

lawyer stepped forward from the wings. A f

angle of his hand. He wrote "Dimitri Vance." An old family name on his mother's side. Obscure enoug

Vance. Meant nothing to

deal was sealed. The chaotic

adrenaline that had fueled her for weeks van

e. Steadying her. "My car is out

e. Dimitri addressed them with polite but unshakeable

hundreds of staring eyes. She gave her parent

f the hotel's grand entrance. A sleek black Bentley

ece that didn't fit. How could a ba

"I forgot to ask," he said. A hint of a smile in

slid into the plush leather seat. The car pulled away. Left the wr

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“I was trapped in a hospital bed, supposedly in a persistent vegetative state. But I was actually wide awake, listening to the wet sound of my fiancé and my best friend kissing right over my "unconscious" body. "When we get the money, I'm buying you those diamonds," my fiancé growled with desire. They weren't just having an affair. They were plotting to steal my family's company. They planned to go through with our wedding next week, so he could use his power of attorney to drain my trust fund. They laughed at my passion for art and my disinterest in finance, treating me like a silent, dead vault just waiting to be cracked. Before leaving the room, my fiancé leaned over and whispered a final, cruel twist of the knife into my ear. "Rest in peace, Clara." Rage and pure hatred burned through my veins. I had trusted them with my life, and they were orchestrating my absolute ruin while I lay helpless. They thought they had won, treating me like a perfect golden goose. But on the day of our grand wedding, I didn't roll down the aisle in a wheelchair. I walked in on my own two feet, wearing a white silk gown, and played the audio recording of their dirty conspiracy on the massive screen. Watching their fake grief turn into slack-jawed horror, I took the microphone. "This wedding is canceled. But according to my grandfather's will, I must get married today to keep my company shares. Any man here willing to marry me right now will receive ten percent of my family's empire."”