Flash Marriage To The Hidden Tycoon

Chapter 5 The Veil and the Pajamas

Word Count: 709 | Released on: 11/06/2026

um of machinery. Clara watched the floor numbers clim

really a bartender? A penthouse in this building costs mor

adable. "I'm not renting," he said smoothly. "I'm house-sitting fo

onvenient. But for now, it was enough to quiet the alarm bells in her hea

iving space surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows. Breathtaking view of Central Park and t

rious rooms. Stopped at the door to the master suite. "You c

Sharing a bed with this stranger-even if he was now lega

artments. The walk-in closet was completely empty. The reality hit h

t of the marble bathroom. Dimitri was standing just inside the bedroom door. Hold

flickered from her face to her bare shoulde

the door shut. Heart hammering against her ribs. She leaned against the cool wood. Breathing hard. The first

y large. The pants pooled around her ankles. The shirt hung on her like a robe. The

e shirt. Her eyes landed on the single item she'd brought with her.

ea sp

neat, elegant bow at the side. The effect was transformative. The voluminous shirt was instantly cinched. A makeshif

fied twirl in front of

assing growl. In the chaos of the

the bedroom door. Stepped out

proached. His eyes widened almost imperceptibly. He took in her creation-the dark silk of his pajam

prickle. She cleared her thro

ge room. He smelled of clean soap and something else. Subtle. Woodsy

e a little rough.

sed. Clara felt a rush of relief. But underneath

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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."”