Contract Marriage To The Coldhearted Tycoon

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 859 | Released on: 19/08/2026

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al glasses chimed against marble countertops. Adaline stepped behind the main bar and fell into an automatic rhythm-cracking

oor manager, shouldered his way through the

ed, wiping his forehead with a bar towel. "I

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“Adaline Hayes was just three minutes away from launching the biggest corporate summit of her career-the project that would finally pay for her critically ill brother's ICU bills. Instead of the presentation slides, the ballroom's fifty-foot display broadcasted a live security feed: her fiancé of eight years, Chandler, passionately kissing billionaire heiress Fallon Kirk on an office desk. The public humiliation was merciless. Blacklisted from every firm in New York and stripped of her career overnight, Adaline was pushed to the brink of ruin. To make matters worse, Chandler showed up at the hospital with a predatory ultimatum: "I'll pay your brother's medical bills permanently-if you agree to be my secret mistress." Adaline didn't cry. She hit record on her phone, slapped him across the face, and walked away into the freezing New York night. Heartbroken and reckless, she sought to burn her pain away in a dark alley bar. A drunken stranger in generic glasses demanded an "antidote"-and in a storm of defiance, Adaline gave in to a wild, scorching one-night stand. She thought she'd left a socially awkward academic behind in a luxury penthouse. Until the next morning, when the same man walked into her workplace with a black card and an ironclad contract: A seven-figure allowance. Unlimited medical authority to save her brother. In exchange for a fake marriage. What Adaline didn't know was that her eccentric "nerdy" husband was in fact Koryzen Case-the untouchable, reclusive titan behind a hundred-billion-dollar empire, a ruthless CEO known only as "The Tyrant." Chandler and Fallon thought they had ruined her. They have no idea that the woman they tried to put on her knees is now the absolute mistress of the empire that owns them.”