Flash Marriage To My Secret Tycoon

Chapter 4

Word Count: 1123 | Released on: 19/08/2026

ckage of her Porsche. Ignoring the sharp ache in her r

tdated, heavy flip phone with a cracked plastic screen

al cousin, closest confidante, and a top corporate counsel for a major film studio. She demanded an

ho in the quiet room. "A contract marriage with a stranger you met at a car crash? Do you have any idea w

ebate. "I'm offering him five thousand a month to sign a paper. Make the asset sep

fax machine. It detailed aggressive financial firewalls designed to keep him ent

e paranoid legal clauses, the corner of his mout

rooms. He looked at her, his voice perfectly mimicking a simple,

s. Her heart gave an unexpected, nervou

ing chuckle. He grabbed a

He flipped straight to the back signature page and sign

nt smartphone Cruz had silently left on her nightstand alongside a bottle of water. She wore a si

curb, its engine sputtering loudly before settling i

He placed his massive hand flat against the roof of the cab, prote

rd was wiped completely free of dust, and the passenger seat was lined with a soft,

Alayna stared out the window, her pulse hammering against her

in white silk dresses and tailored suits, vibrating with nervous, joyful energy. Alayna a

to them was arguing loudly over catering costs. Alayna rubbed her

a word. Alayna's stomach plummeted. For a split

paper cup of chamomile tea. He handed it to her, his v

She looked up at his sharp jawline and calm, steady eye

. They walked up to the thick glass partition and slid

looked at Alayna's expensive linen dress and refined posture, then at Cruz's r

rriage of your own free will? Ar

out and wrapped both hands around Cruz's thick bicep, pressing he

erwork with a loud thud, and told

stripping away all the noise and chaos of the crowded r

air around him subtly shifted. A heavy, suffocating aura of absolute, unshakeable power bled in

r ribs. She rushed through her own vows, her voice tr

and slid the stamped certificate acros

, her muscle

ad before his lips pressed gently against her skin. The contact was brief, warm, and

grabbed the certificate a

n sunlight. Alayna stared at the official

he metal frame, a faint smirk playing on his lips, and

wn townhouse in Brooklyn. "The only pr

ife, carrying them to

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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.”