Flash Marriage To My Secret Tycoon

rawling Manhattan penthouse. Alayna stepped onto the thick Persian rug,

vibrated i

nt a single image. It was a close up of the

ir in the elevator suddenl

g herself it was a sick joke. But her feet were already moving, her heel

biometric lock on the master

n slipped thro

out curtains were drawn, casting the room in shadows,

ngled in the cente

m her numb fingers. It hit the

n the bed stop

his face, leaving his skin a sickly gray. He scramb

ollarbone. She shrank against the headboard, but Alayna caught the brief

is bare knees hitting the floor. He reached ou

ck. A cold, suffocating

e stared at the man she had loved for three years. Her chest hea

lamed the champagne, the stress of merging her indie game st

ant, let out a pathetic sob from

er off. "Shu

n front of her, under the guise of business meetings, in her

large hands digging into her collarbones. He tried to

grip. He squeezed harder, his nails biting in

the half empty bottle of red

overrode the shock

e. She did not hesitate. She swung her arm in a vicious arc,

tered with a d

don's face. He let go of her instantly, stumbling backward

ing her face in the pillows

her left hand and gripped the three carat diamond engagement ri

Jordon square in the chest with a dul

e, furious eyes. He spat out a threat, reminding her that the Smi

aped against the walls. She told him she would rat

turned on her heel to walk out. Her heels clicked sharply against

own the hallway, his voice

id not l

slammed the heavy front door behind h

ainst the lobby button. The floor dropped beneath he

le tear escaped, burning a

taste copper. She aggressively wiped the mois

The doors slid open

re ice. She walked briskly past the concierge,

r was hammering the Manhattan pavement. She did no