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Flash Marriage To The Supreme Alpha

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 814    |    Released on: Today at 15:52

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bsidian Club's top-floor restaurant, the city lights stretched out like a r

white tablecloth, Barrett used the separate silver serving chopsticks with effortless grace. For a man who ran a modest

entrées had made my eyelids twitch. Running a small import business in this economy was brutal

ile as we finished our coffee, setting my linen n

I turned the corner out of his sight, I bypassed the restroom

credit card from my clutch and handing it to the flo

e for a split second when he saw the table number, though he quickly ma

irr, I signed my name quickly and tucked my copy i

ex's overseas copyright team in London. It was the perfect excuse to w

rett, my office just sent over an urgent overseas contract that needs my signature tonigh

urprise crossing his deep gray-blue eyes as he

e he could object, giving him a brief nod before tu

t Craf

ator doors slide shut behind Katherine's slender fi

es across both the Union and the Concord, I had never once

e had hurried out just to spare my male pride. The mix of sharp independence and quiet ki

one buzzed hard. A three-page message from the p

nt yesterday, offering two deep-water port equity sh

rom my eyes, replaced by the fre

by a notch. A silent, crushing wave of frost-and-cedar pheromones rolle

oes not deal with oath-breakers. Pull all capital from the

on his forehead as he held out the merchant copy of the receipt. "Sir... M

d to a calm drawl. "Have the back office issue a Supreme VIP Black Ca

harges directly to my private family trust, and del

the private executive elevator leading straight down to the unde

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“I waited two full hours at the City Hall Bond Registry, only for my fiancé to call and cancel our marriage registration for the third time. He was busy comforting my stepsister, Brea, who had faked a minor riding injury just to steal him away on our wedding day. "Come apologize to Brea right now, or this wedding is on hold indefinitely!" he roared over the phone. My own family was even worse. Furious that I had jeopardized the Gordon family's investment, my father demanded I go to a private reception and offer myself to a notorious Alpha playboy to pay off a massive debt Brea had caused. "Victor likes your Omega rating," my father barked shamelessly. "Keep him happy tonight, and he'll plug our company's deficit!" Through a hidden listening device I had planted at home, I heard my family laughing. They were conspiring to officially transfer my marriage contract to Brea and leak my home address to that pervert. They thought I was just a powerless, bottom-tier corporate clerk they could bleed dry and throw away. They didn't know I had already unilaterally canceled the engagement under the Marking Autonomy Act. They also didn't know I had walked right out of City Hall and flash-married a stranger to secure my independence. And they certainly had no idea that my new husband on paper was Barrett Craft-the ruthless S-rank Alpha Prime CEO of the Union's largest conglomerate, who was about to make them lose everything.”