Flash Marriage With The Secret Heiress 소설 & 이야기

“You’ll survive.” I feel her exhale, shaky but controlled. Then she lifts her chin and looks straight into the lights, giving them what they came for. The reporters shout questions. “Mr. Dorne, why the sudden marriage?” “Is it true it was a courthouse wedding?” “Mrs. Dorne, were you dating in secret?” “Did you know him before?” Enid opens her mouth to answer and I knew it was the biggest mistake she could make. I cut in smoothly before she speaks. “A private introduction,” I say. “We prefer to keep the details personal.”

“But if the shoe fits, then you have to wear it.” Her nostrils flared, but she did nothing. “Anyway, soon you’ll be respecting me,” she said. I didn't want to get into another round of arguments with her, so I didn't ask. When she saw that I was not feeding her ego, she smacked her lips and leaned in. “I will let you in on this little secret since you are my sister,” she whispered. I stayed still, allowing her to row her boat as far as she wanted. “I am currently in talks to marry the Harrington heir.”

Michael stared at her, unblinking. “…What?” Vivian grinned. “Marriage, Michael. You know, ‘I do,’ some cake, a wedding dress—” Michael cut her off. “Yes.” Vivian’s mouth opened, then closed. “Wait. What?” “Yes,” he repeated. “But in secret. No one can know.” Her eyes widened. “Ooooh, a secret marriage. How mysterious. How scandalous. How—” She gasped, clasping her hands together. “Are we having a forbidden romance?”

I want him to keep spiralling while I go through the chaos he made me start. My phone buzzes again. Zain: If you don’t fix this, I will. Don’t test me. Ah. There he is. The real Zain. I take a breath, and I block him. As much as I’d enjoy him making a fool of himself, I think I love my peace more. I can’t resist the urge to check the news. The Montclair Watchdog, naturally, was the first to go for the jugular: BREAKING: Montclair Heiress Stuns With Secret Fiancé Reveal. Billionaire Dante Moreau Finally Off the Market?

“The orphan? No way. What’s she doing with the Frost heir?” There she was — their discarded girl — now standing beside Colden Frost in front of flashing cameras, dressed in luxury. The news headline scrolled boldly across the screen: “Colden Frost — The Elusive Heir Marries in Secret. Meet His Bride: Layla Hayes.” The father’s expression twisted with disbelief, then rage. “That ungrateful brat! She’s been hiding from us all these days, and now this? She married into money! But how did that poor bitch do that?!”

Even Madam Bush blushed after she heard. Granny Maddox became confident and stood upright. 'I know that Chris and Jess are deeply attached to each other. They won't be afraid of these seductresses' tests.' "OK." Jessica finished speaking in a hurry and hung up. Although Christian replied simply, he clearly showed how much he cared Jessica in public. 'Unexpectedly, Christian got married so soon. They keep it a secret meticulously. If the defiant woman didn't make things difficult for Jessica, we wouldn't know it.'

her friend continued. "What are you talking about, Chester?" she asked in confusion, her chest tightening in anxiety. Her husband, Miguel, was getting married? "It's all over the internet! Come on, aren't you supposed to know about it first?" Chester said, sounding exasperated. "Where were you sleeping? In a pancake house?" "I haven't seen it yet," she replied weakly before putting her phone on loudspeaker mode and browsing the business news. "For the longest time that Miguel Villareal has been mysterious, a woman finally emerges to expose him! Did you know? Hotel heiress Meredith Jones is his fiancée. If he doesn't disown you, you might become a real princess, Lara!"

Enough to get the gist, even though it was not enough to translate everything. But maybe I heard it wrong? “…a new twist in the case of British heiress Miley Godfrey, who committed suicide a few days ago…” I stared at the screen, unable to even move. The anchor continued, and though I didn’t catch every word, the next part made my stomach twist. “…her boyfriend, Archie Watson, will soon be engaged to her younger sister, Emily, according to Miley’s final wishes…” My eyes burned. The camera cut to Archie standing arm-in-arm with Emily outside our London estate. Emily dabbed at dry eyes with a handkerchief while Archie read from a statement:

Best friends support each other, not try to destroy each other. Olivia wasn't fit to be my friend, let alone my best friend. Olivia turned to face me. "Ethan never loved you," she said. "When you traveled abroad, I had to attend public school, and that's where I met him." She pointed at Ethan. "We fell in love, but we couldn't be together due to financial constraints. So, we had a secret court wedding. When you returned to town, Ethan decided to pursue you for your money," Olivia continued. "He planned to milk you for funds so we could have a comfortable life together. I gave him all the information he needed to pretend to be your ideal man, and as planned, you fell for it."

"We have had so many people reach out to us regarding who this mysterious woman is who has taken that man -" She looks over to him lustfully as she eyes him up and down before looking back at me "- off the market. And still stayed in such a happy marriage. Tell us, what's your secret to such a happy marriage?" I felt my body tense and my heartbeat ring through my ears, my smile was plastered on my face so you couldn't see the breakages within me. The first question was already too much, I wanted to run and run fast. I looked over to Chase who had an evil look in his eye and I knew I had to do what he said. "Well, I mean no marriage is perfect right? And we don't strive for perfection. We str