Contracted Marriage With The Alpha Prince

, glistening like liquid diamonds in the soft light of the morning. He surveyed the room, the scent of her lingering like a playful tease in th

s damp hair, a cascade of droplets falling to the floor like the remnants of an elusive dream. His gaze lingered on the ma

s, caught between amusement and annoyance.

alls. A chuckle escaped him as he read through the string of notifications. His best

ou last night, or was it just another seis

smirk playing on his lips.

t forget to thank me for teaching you th

supply of aspirin for the headach

rom his manager, Samantha. Killian answered wit

business-like efficiency. "Killian, we have a situation. The pres

m. "Ah, the media – always eager for a sca

ou might want to keep a low profile for a while.

nd enjoy the chaos from a distance," Killian replied, the no

by the hushed whispers of hotel staff outside his door. He stepped into t

his assistant, Richard. The phone rang for a moment

g a field day. You'

ation. "Richard, my friend, I need you to do some digging

shifted from casual to professional. "Of course, Killia

ct lack of information. "Well, here's the thing. I don't know her name. O

Killian, you can't expect me to find someone with just a vague descriptio

ard. I know. But she left so suddenly, and now the media i

se the wheels turning in his assistant's head

t her. Dark hair, stunning eyes – green, I think. And she left

quirky details. "Scratches? Alright, that narrows it d

ng on your detective skills. If nothing else, f

ch? Really? Alright, I'll see what I can do. But no promises. This is like

d her, I'll owe you one," Killian said, already envisionin

p with anything. Just don't expect miracle

girl might be

ne, and then Richard burst into laugh

h that? Do not la

ned serious. "I don't want to be the one who has

. Am I suppose to marry a corpse just b