Contract Marriage To The Coldhearted Tycoon

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 793 | Released on: 19/08/2026

ies and spilling champagne. She pushed past the velvet rope into the private VIP mezzani

pest, darkest corner of the lounge

d on his knees, his broad shoulders heaving in jagged, irregular breaths. His head was

on the low glass tabl

acallan

is tailored charcoal shirt, turning the fine fabric t

ess suddenly lunged forward. She reeked of cheap vanilla spray, her hands darting do

neck, a room keycard already gripped between her manicured fingers.

out with terrifying

unching her backward. She hit the edge of the glass table,

velly, suffocating growl that rattled with pure p

d stare of two approaching security guards, realized her window for

e didn

's pupils were dilated so wide his irises were swallowed in black. Veins corded a

t alcohol

. He'd been drugged. Someone had spiked his scotch with a fast-

anding register as she reached for the service radio at h

ld unclip the

like an iron vice, clamping around

her black shirt. She tried to yank her arm back, but the man was an immovable wall of musc

word was dragged from his throat

ling against his grip. "Your pulse is hammering ov

s. The irises behind the glass were an unnerving, glacial steel-gray, burning with terrifying clarity despite the drug ravaging his body. "

y inches from his. The raw, masculine scent of expensive ceda

in an alley booth, drowning in the drug, he radiated the absolute, crushing authority of

into the dark a

angerous, lethal titan of the city who was

ht years of her life to a high-society heir would earn her safety. It ha

iant spark igni

line asked, her voic

e a single,

s massive arm, and hauled his scorchi

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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.”