Flash Marriage To My Secret Tycoon

ay hotter than yours. He acts like such a saint in front of you, but once he'

layna's phone, fo

iling into the camera. Beside her lay Jordon Harris, heir to the multibillion-dollar Harris real estate dynasty and Alayna's fian

drained, she had still been clutching the finalized wedding seating charts, eagerly planning the life they were supposed to share. But receiving that message

yway shoe cabinet lay Lauren's high heels, kicked against the baseboard in frantic haste. Further down, Jordon's suit jacket was slung carelessly across a

iently taken time off, their social media IP locations and photos quietly matching the exact same luxury hotels. Alayna had questioned it once, only

shed the

the moveme

second, then exhaled slowly, his expression quickly hardening into annoyed, entitled composure. Beside him, Lauren pulled th

ng his face. "Wait. Let me g

them with cold disgust. "Talk about wh

nk, and things just happened. But you're never home-you've been living at your office for weeks. What did you expect a man to do?" He waved a hand dismissively. "Lauren doesn't mean a damn thing to

Smith, please... don't be mad at Jordon. It was my fault. He was lonely, and I just wanted to be

ked right

parasite who used the key I gave you to crawl into my fiancé's bed. P

hrew on a silk robe from the

he means nothing! Your father won't let you call off this marriage eithe

he had spent three years with w

ng off her finger and flung it hard right at Jordon's chest,

y. "Keep the ring, Jordon. Give it to

delight flashed across Lauren's ey

eel and started bac

!" Jordon sho

heet clutched around her, racing into the corridor

rward, grabbing

arm back with shar

polished floorboards in an exaggerated display of agony. She hit the floor

rembling lashes. "Jordon, it hurts so much... I think it's broken... but please don't be angry with Miss Smith... She's ju

o his arms, holding her tightly against his chest, his face livid as

back. She simply smoothed the sleeve

r, and took the elevator down to the lobby. Outside, the cold aut