A Flash Marriage: Moving on With Someone New

After being publicly humiliated by Elliot Coleman, who used a fake romantic date to mock her devotion in front of his friends, a heartbroken woman decides to move on. Elliot openly confesses his love for Isabelle Stevens while falsely painting his ex as a desperate stalker. However, the tables turn when her secret newlywed husband arrives at the scene. This billionaire romance follows her journey as she finds protection and a fresh start with a powerful man who won't let her be mistreated.

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Chapter 1

"Interested in having a date with me? Hurry up and get over here!"

Elliot Coleman sends me a photo of a venue that's decorated romantically. It's followed by that sentence and an address.

He and his friends laugh hysterically when I arrive in a carefully selected dress.

"I told you, right? She'd come running with just a single sentence! Trust me, she'll do whatever I want her to do!"

Elliot ignores my embarrassment and publicly confesses his feelings for Isabelle Stevens. He even falsely accuses me of refusing to leave him alone and tries to chase me off.

Then, he turns pale when my newlywed husband arrives and shields me.

I stood there like the punchline of a cruel joke, surrounded by Elliot and his friends.

One of them mocked, "Daniella, have some self-respect! Eli already has someone he likes, yet here you are, desperately trying to be his backup plan. We've never seen anyone as shameless as you."

Another voice chimed in, "All these years, and Eli hasn't even given you a second glance. How can you still dream about being with him?"

Someone else added, "I'm so sick of watching her follow Eli around like a lost puppy."

Their harsh words echoed around me as I kept my eyes fixed on Elliot Coleman, desperately searching for even a hint of hesitation or sympathy in his expression. Sadly, I was left disappointed.

Elliot stood with his arms crossed, wearing that signature smirk I once found irresistible. "Come on, Daniella. It's just a joke. You're not going to get upset about it, are you?"

He paused before adding with a mocking tone, "Honestly, I didn't expect you to dress up and come here like this. Are you that desperate to be my girlfriend?"

I used to find his nonchalant attitude cool, but now, it just made my stomach turn with disgust.

Taking a deep breath, I finally asked, "What if I said I am upset?"

Just as I said that, someone shoved me from behind. "You don't get to be upset! You've been clinging to Eli for years—you deserve to be messed with. If you've got any dignity left, don't come crawling back to make up with him this time."

Elliot's eyes met mine, filled with nothing but contempt. "Playing the victim after being a clingy little puppy all these years, huh? Daniella, have I been too nice to you?"

My heart clenched painfully as I realized the boy who once promised to protect me and never let me get hurt had become the one who wounded me the deepest.

Elliot and I had known each other since we were kids. Back in elementary school, when the other kids bullied me, Elliot jumped in and fought them off.

He ended up with a black eye, but he still managed to smile and comfort me, saying, "Don't cry, Dani. I've got you."

That protection lasted for over a decade. Though we never officially dated, everyone knew there was something between us.

For the first 20-something years of my life, Elliot was my whole world. However, his heart now belonged to someone else. Well, I did not want him anymore, either.

I announced firmly, "Don't worry. I'm getting married. I won't bother you anymore from now on."

I took a deep breath before adding, "Elliot, you're free."

Someone snickered. "What's she talking about—marriage? Who's she trying to fool?"

Another chimed in, "Didn't she swear she'd only marry Eli? What happened?"

"Daniella, if you're trying to get Eli's attention, you could at least come up with a better excuse," someone else taunted.

Elliot looked at me with disdain. "Oh, you're getting married? Where's this guy? Bring him out so we can all see. If he's real, I'll give you a nice wedding gift—consider it a thank you for finally leaving me alone."

"Yeah, same here! A big celebration like this calls for fireworks, right?"

Seeing their confident expressions, I let out a cold laugh and reached for my phone.

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With only fifteen days of cash flow left to save her tech startup, Aida had no choice but to seek a five-million-dollar bridge loan from Brendan Walls, a ruthless billionaire predator. He agreed to sign the check, but on one sickening condition. He demanded Aida act as bait to get close to his corporate rival, Grayson Lott, treating her like a high-end call girl for a business transaction. Forced to comply to save her employees, Aida let Grayson take her to a windowless underground club, where he secretly spiked her whiskey. As the drugs paralyzed her body, triggering horrific flashbacks of a brutal assault from six years ago, Aida locked herself in the bathroom. She had to shatter a mirror and slice her own thigh open with a jagged shard of glass just to stay conscious enough to call Brendan for help. Brendan's armored SUV immediately smashed through the club's wall to save her, and Grayson was arrested. But lying in the hospital, the horrifying truth finally clicked in Aida's mind. The rescue was too fast. Brendan’s men hadn't rushed from Midtown; they had been parked outside the entire time. He had watched Grayson drug her and waited for the felony to happen just so he could legally seize Grayson's company. He had gambled her life and trauma for a hostile takeover. When Brendan casually tossed a signed contract and luxury car keys onto her hospital bed as hush money, the last thread of Aida's sanity snapped. "The deal is dead. NovaTech is mine. If you ever come near me again, I will kill you." Bleeding and shaking with icy rage, Aida threw the keys at his chest, formally declaring war on the monster who thought he could buy her soul.

Action Billionaire Modern

9.4

He Called My Blood a Lie

9.4

When an avalanche traps their retreat, Ava gives her billionaire husband, Damon Hawthorne, the only working satellite phone. Instead of saving his pregnant wife, Damon secures a rescue for his assistant, Cathy. Shoved to the icy ground by her own husband, a severely injured Ava begins to bleed. Yet, Damon dismisses her critical state as a mere scratch to prioritize Cathy’s minor frostbite. As she clutches her abdomen in the freezing cold, Ava finally lets go of her marriage.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.7

I Gave Away My Groom at the Wedding

8.7

During her wedding to Michael Thompson, Sarah’s world shatters when his nephew interrupts the ceremony, begging his 'Daddy' not to marry another woman. Michael and the boy's mother, Lisa Jenner, dismiss the outburst as a misunderstanding rooted in a deathbed promise to a late brother. Refusing to be the third wheel in Michael’s hidden domestic life, Sarah rips off her veil. She decides to give her groom away, leaving him to form a happy family with Lisa instead.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.4

Inferno Heiress: Freed From Hell To Reclaim My Empire

9.4

Hayley was betrayed by those who should have loved her most. To save their precious adopted daughter from a punishment she deserved, her own parents sent Hayley straight into a living hell—an infamous prison where survival demanded cruelty, and weakness meant death. Four years later, the girl who had entered those iron gates no longer existed. She emerged with a single, unbreakable rule carved into her soul: Every betrayal would be repaid tenfold. The day she walked free, the world trembled. A convoy of luxury cars lined the road. A legion of loyal followers awaited her triumphant return. Her father tried to buy her silence with money. But money had long lost its power over her. Her adopted sister hid behind sweet words and false kindness. But empty smiles no longer fooled her. Everything that had once been stolen would be reclaimed—piece by piece. When her parents attempted to tie themselves to the city's most feared man by offering their adopted daughter, Hayley's lips curved into a cold smirk. "Not on my watch." Backed by a legendary hacker, shadowy allies, and an entire prison willing to burn the world for her, Hayley dismantled her enemies with terrifying precision. Then the tyrant noticed her. "You're interesting," he said. "Be my woman, and the city is yours." Hayley raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You want to own me? Survive me first." High society became their battlefield. Power collided with desire. Ambition clashed with obsession. In this ruthless game of dominance and temptation, only one would kneel first. The girl once abandoned in hell rose from its ashes, crowned by fire and vengeance—And in the end, even the most feared ruler in the city would bow, offering his empire to the woman who had conquered both hell… and him.

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8.1

My Husband Chose Her Heir Over Our Baby

8.1

Emil von Adelson, heir to a massive old-money empire, locks his heavily pregnant wife Aurora in a soundproof safe room. To secure the family inheritance for his late brother's widow, Penelope, Emil subjects Aurora to excruciating labor-suppressing drugs. He ignores her desperate pleas, coldly accusing her of greed. Only after Penelope's child is safely born does Emil send his assistant to release his wife. But the devastating news arrives too late: Aurora and their newborn are gone.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.3

Reborn Heiress: My Ruthless Tycoon’s Revenge

9.3

I lay on the wet asphalt, the cold rain mixing with the metallic taste of blood pooling in my mouth. My lungs were heavy, filling with fluid as my life ebbed away. Through swollen eyelids, I saw my lover, Clovis, and my stepsister, Alanna, standing over me with looks of pure triumph. "Thanks for the trust fund, sister," Alanna whispered, shoving a phone screen in front of my dying eyes. The headline was a jagged blade to my soul: Caesar Williamson, the "tyrant" husband I had fled from, was dead in a multi-car collision. He had died trying to rescue me, thinking I was in danger. The realization shattered what was left of my heart. The man I had spent years painting as a monster had driven into hell to save me, while the man I thought was my safety was the one who had just crushed my ribs with an iron bar. I had played right into their hands, ruining my reputation and my marriage for a lie. I watched them walk away, leaving me to choke on my own blood in the dark, discarded like a bag of trash. I wanted to scream, to beg the universe for a rewind button, to tell Caesar I was sorry. The darkness pressed down on me, heavier than the betrayal, as my world finally went black. Then, I was screaming. I shot up in bed, gasping for air like a drowning woman breaking the surface. I scrambled at my abdomen—smooth skin, no blood, no tear. I grabbed my phone and saw the date: it was three years ago, the morning of my wedding to the Williamson estate. I didn't waste a second. I scrubbed the "unstable" makeup from my face, threw on a white silk dress, and blocked the man who would eventually kill me. This time, I wasn't running away from the manor. I was going back to the husband I had once feared, ready to save the only man who had ever truly loved me.

Action Billionaire Romance

A Flash Marriage: Moving on With Someone New

Chapter 1

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