Flash Marriage To My Secret Tycoon

Author: Lively

Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 1030 | Released on: 19/08/2026

ay hotter than yours. He acts like such a saint in front of you, but once he'

layna's phone, fo

iling into the camera. Beside her lay Jordon Harris, heir to the multibillion-dollar Harris real estate dynasty and Alayna's fian

drained, she had still been clutching the finalized wedding seating charts, eagerly planning the life they were supposed to share. But receiving that message

yway shoe cabinet lay Lauren's high heels, kicked against the baseboard in frantic haste. Further down, Jordon's suit jacket was slung carelessly across a

iently taken time off, their social media IP locations and photos quietly matching the exact same luxury hotels. Alayna had questioned it once, only

shed the

the moveme

second, then exhaled slowly, his expression quickly hardening into annoyed, entitled composure. Beside him, Lauren pulled th

ng his face. "Wait. Let me g

them with cold disgust. "Talk about wh

nk, and things just happened. But you're never home-you've been living at your office for weeks. What did you expect a man to do?" He waved a hand dismissively. "Lauren doesn't mean a damn thing to

Smith, please... don't be mad at Jordon. It was my fault. He was lonely, and I just wanted to be

ked right

parasite who used the key I gave you to crawl into my fiancé's bed. P

hrew on a silk robe from the

he means nothing! Your father won't let you call off this marriage eithe

he had spent three years with w

ng off her finger and flung it hard right at Jordon's chest,

y. "Keep the ring, Jordon. Give it to

delight flashed across Lauren's ey

eel and started bac

!" Jordon sho

heet clutched around her, racing into the corridor

rward, grabbing

arm back with shar

polished floorboards in an exaggerated display of agony. She hit the floor

rembling lashes. "Jordon, it hurts so much... I think it's broken... but please don't be angry with Miss Smith... She's ju

o his arms, holding her tightly against his chest, his face livid as

back. She simply smoothed the sleeve

r, and took the elevator down to the lobby. Outside, the cold aut

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“"She thought she hired an obedient, five-thousand-dollar-a-month construction worker. She had no idea he was the ruthless Wall Street emperor who had been secretly obsessed with her for fifteen years." On the eve of finalizing her high-society wedding, an anonymous text led Alayna straight to her penthouse bedroom-where she caught her fiancé naked with his assistant. Disgusted, Alayna smashed a wine bottle over his skull, threw her ring in his face, and walked away. But minutes later, a near-fatal car crash in the freezing rain left her trapped in a burning wreck. When she woke in the hospital, her father offered no comfort. He coldly demanded she crawl back and beg her cheating fiancé for forgiveness to save the family merger. When she refused, he froze her bank accounts to $0.00, while the Harris family threatened to crush her startup game studio. Desperate to claim her late mother's trust fund and escape her toxic family, Alayna made a reckless decision. She proposed a strict, one-year contract marriage to Cruz-the scarred, quiet construction worker who had pulled her from the burning car. "Deal," he said. To Alayna, he was just a gentle, broke laborer who fixed her plumbing and gave her crumpled twenty-dollar bills for groceries. But behind the dust and the worn flannel, her new husband was Augustine Cleveland-the lethal, masked billionaire who commanded global empires from the shadows. And he had already initiated total scorched-earth protocols against every single person who had ever made his wife cry.”