Flash Marriage To The Hidden Tycoon

Chapter 7 The Crafted Past

Word Count: 693 | Released on: 11/06/2026

let screen. A wide, amused grin. He sat in a

d in the most public way possible." Julian shook his

Julian." Dimitri

major outlet will touch them. But you were right about the Beaumon

ackground.

my favorite game. What's it going to be this time?

e. Believable. A chef. Owns a food truck in Broo

truck? Seriously? That's a long way fr

ent. And this isn't just for her. It's

y. He understood. This wasn't a romantic whim. It was a strategic move. A

gend. Bank statements. A lease on a shithole apartment in Bushwick. Glowing re

She needs clothes. Send some things over." He

Sounds like you got to know the new

that was New York City. This impulsive marriage had complicated everything. Pulled him further from his carefully l

ning, the do

s. She opened the door to a surprising sight. Two women and a man, all dressed in chic bla

d politely. "We have the seasonal col

gner dresses, shoes, and handbags into the apartment. A fortun

. Simple t-shirt and jeans. Looked

He shrugged casually. "So I

What friend of a house-sitter can have an entire collection delive

reasonable. "He's a major investor in the brand. I just

. Explained everything and nothing. All came

Later, she stood before the mirror. A simple but exquisitely cut navy blue dress t

ding the paper. He looked up. His eyes darkened wi

the dress. "Thank you." Her voice quiet. "Bu

er feel like a kept woman. A rol

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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."”