Flash Marriage To The Supreme Alpha

“I waited two full hours at the City Hall Bond Registry, only for my fiancé to call and cancel our marriage registration for the third time. He was busy comforting my stepsister, Brea, who had faked a minor riding injury just to steal him away on our wedding day. "Come apologize to Brea right now, or this wedding is on hold indefinitely!" he roared over the phone. My own family was even worse. Furious that I had jeopardized the Gordon family's investment, my father demanded I go to a private reception and offer myself to a notorious Alpha playboy to pay off a massive debt Brea had caused. "Victor likes your Omega rating," my father barked shamelessly. "Keep him happy tonight, and he'll plug our company's deficit!" Through a hidden listening device I had planted at home, I heard my family laughing. They were conspiring to officially transfer my marriage contract to Brea and leak my home address to that pervert. They thought I was just a powerless, bottom-tier corporate clerk they could bleed dry and throw away. They didn't know I had already unilaterally canceled the engagement under the Marking Autonomy Act. They also didn't know I had walked right out of City Hall and flash-married a stranger to secure my independence. And they certainly had no idea that my new husband on paper was Barrett Craft-the ruthless S-rank Alpha Prime CEO of the Union's largest conglomerate, who was about to make them lose everything.”