Married to a Chicken

hat Changed

om men in tailored suits and women in silk gowns. It was one of those nights where billionaires made deals over cock

whiskey with an amused smirk. He had seen it all fortune hunters, desperate gold diggers, and self-

friend and business partner, nudged him. "The whole cit

ections, not drama," Alex m

n, he s

her back, her lips were painted a dangerous shade of red, and her heels clicked with a confidence that coul

ny Mo

ever repeated an outfit and spent more time in private jets than on solid ground. She wa

following Alex's stare. "That

. "I just wa

ow disast

m, his eyes locked on Tiffany as if drawn by an invisible force

't the elusive Alexander Carter. I w

g I was?" he co

t a strange thrill down his spine. "Depends.

e taken offense. A

for the

n, Alex was under

l like a movie. She took him to exotic destinations on a whim, introdu

suites-anything to see that dazzling smile. He wasn't stupid; he knew Tiffany loved lux

Alex admitted one evening

"The one? Alex, she's literally dra

ed. "Don't

because, and I quote, 'my life feels i

's j

ex. And if you marry her, you

eyes. "You're be

g his head. "You're g

idn't

ll country. Tiffany squealed, kissed him senseless, and posted a pi

have been

as convinced he

just walked into the grea