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Flash Marriage To My Secret Tycoon

Chapter 8

Word Count: 1044 | Released on: 19/08/2026

yna he had picked up a late-night cash shift at a logistics wa

ed his MetroCard and stepped onto the train, the stoic, gentle labor

rain to the U

ge of a towering glass skyscraper. A dedicated, bio

Inside, a private master tailor and a person

heavy boots. He stepped into a steam shower, washing a

f a custom-tailored, midnight-blue Tom Ford suit. He fastened a plat

g mirror. The man looking back was Augustine Cleve

f black Maybach S680 sat idling in the shadows. His chauffeur imme

heavily guarded private entrance of The Pinnacle Club. The valet rushed forwa

clicked with measured authority against the imported marble. The wealthy hedge-fund titans and politi

d walked straight to the secluded,

billionaire, and Eliot Barr, a cold, calculatin

ngle-malt scotch. "Look who finally decided to join th

own, his postur

his gold-rimmed glasses. His sharp legal eyes narrowed as he fe

to die?" Elio

the heavy crystal glass. His dark ey

onto the center

ly drunk. He had his arm wrapped around a blonde escort, shoutin

rogance. "Alayna is nothing without my family's money! Once her father starves her out and freeze

tered completely under his bare grip. Whiskey, b

zero. Braylon and Eliot stopped breathing. They stared

blood. He unbuttoned his suit jacket with one hand, his

y and stumbled toward the back emergency exit

hadow, tracking him thro

h rain. The only illumination came from a fl

mbling with a gold Dupont lighter. The small flame f

ed out of the shadows wit

rd against the solid brick wall, his fingers locking around

r clattered to

asp. He clawed frantically at the iron grip crushing his windpipe,

nd drove a single, sharp, targeted str

lungs. Augustine released his hold, and Jordon collapsed to his

orward with unhurri

leather shoe down with cold, measured for

splintering cartilage and bo

clutching his shattered joint as he curled

ulders blocking the light, keeping his fa

quiet enough to be a whisper, yet colder

again," he murmured, "the next bo

y through his tears, completely paralyzed by the chilling

aching into his breast pocket to pull

the dust and raindrops from his

h casually over Jor

nd melted back into the shadows of the a

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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.”