Flash Marriage To My Secret Tycoon

rectly into the penthouse. Alayna stepped inside

month away from getting married. Tonight was supposed to b

one buzzed

screen: "Your fiancé is finali

ath seized i

oss the hardwood floor outside the door was a man's silk tie-the custom navy Hermès tie she

assistant, Lauren Bishop, wearing

te coating her tongue. Her feet moved on pure, cold instinct, her he

ometric scanner on the double o

reathy groan drifted

the heavy do

the room in dim shadows, but the massive k

f the mattress-the very Egyptian cotton sheets Al

m her numb fingers, hitting the

n the bed stop

leaving his skin an ashen gray. Panic flared in his eyes as he

one. She shrank against the headboard, but not before Alayna caught the brief,

od with a painful thud. He reached out, his hands trembling as he grasped at

nners, shared promises, and late-night coding sessions while he promised to protect her

sper, dangerously calm. "You're naked in our bed with my

ed frantically, his voice cracking as he scrambled toward her on his knees. "She brought the contra

himper. "Miss Smith, please... I'm so sorry. Mr. Har

s never leaving Jordon. The cold, suffocating

nails digging into her skin through her silk blouse. "Alayna, look at me! We have too much at stake! The merger, the fa

she hissed, tw

won't let you ruin our lives! You're marrying m

er, shattering the last b

avy, half-empty bottle of Cabernet

ury overrode the shock. Her

second's hesitation, she swung her arm in a vicious, sweeping arc, sla

shattered

cross Jordon's face. He shrieked in agony, clutching his bleeding sk

erically, burying he

ed her left hand, gripped the heavy three-carat diamond engagement ring, and r

d struck Jordon hard in the center of his ches

s teeth as he glared up at her with wild, furious eyes. "If you walk out that door,

garbage. "I would rather watch my studio burn to the ground and beg on the streets of M

er fallen handbag from the f

rdon screamed down the hallway, his

low down. She di

vestibule and slammed the heavy oak door behind

y button with the heel of her hand. The floor dropped ben

her lower lip, wiped the moisture from her face with t

i

lid open to the gran

ayna walked briskly past the concierge and

anhattan pavement. She did not hesitate.