Flash Marriage To The Hidden Tycoon

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I was trapped in a hospital bed, supposedly in a persistent vegetative state. But I was actually wide awake, listening to the wet sound of my fiancé and my best friend kissing right over my "unconscious" body. "When we get the money, I'm buying you those diamonds," my fiancé growled with desire. They weren't just having an affair. They were plotting to steal my family's company. They planned to go through with our wedding next week, so he could use his power of attorney to drain my trust fund. They laughed at my passion for art and my disinterest in finance, treating me like a silent, dead vault just waiting to be cracked. Before leaving the room, my fiancé leaned over and whispered a final, cruel twist of the knife into my ear. "Rest in peace, Clara." Rage and pure hatred burned through my veins. I had trusted them with my life, and they were orchestrating my absolute ruin while I lay helpless. They thought they had won, treating me like a perfect golden goose. But on the day of our grand wedding, I didn't roll down the aisle in a wheelchair. I walked in on my own two feet, wearing a white silk gown, and played the audio recording of their dirty conspiracy on the massive screen. Watching their fake grief turn into slack-jawed horror, I took the microphone. "This wedding is canceled. But according to my grandfather's will, I must get married today to keep my company shares. Any man here willing to marry me right now will receive ten percent of my family's empire."