Flash Marriage To My Disabled Commander
Six years ago, my adoptive family framed me for commercial espionage, stripped me of my identity, and threw me out. Now, I finally returned to the Solis estate as a commercial pilot to take back what was mine.
But the first thing my adoptive mother did was threaten me with that forged evidence again. She demanded I take my sister Kiana's place in a marriage contract with a disabled man, simply because Kiana refused to marry him.
When I refused, Kiana ambushed me at the airport with a mob of reporters. She cried for the cameras, publicly accusing me of causing our father's and brother's deaths. She painted me as a ruthless monster who bankrupted the company and ruined the family. The crowd instantly turned on me, screaming that I was a murderer and a gold-digger. Kiana wanted to completely destroy my reputation so I would have no choice but to submit to her arrangement.
I looked at her fake tears, feeling a cold, absolute fury. How dare she use the tragic deaths of the only family members who actually loved me as a prop for her sick show? They had ruined my life once, and now they wanted to bury me alive.
I didn't hesitate. I slapped her hard across the face right in front of the flashing cameras.
"That was for my father and brother."
Then, my real fiancé, a decorated Delta Force commander, rolled through the crowd in his wheelchair. He tossed a classified Pentagon file to the reporters, completely clearing my name and exposing Kiana's lies. I married him to start my revenge, but as I stepped into his heavily secured penthouse that night, I realized my powerful new husband had been preparing for me for a very long time.
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Chapter 4
The air inside JFK's Terminal 4 was thick with the smell of jet fuel, cheap coffee, and too many bodies packed into one space. Elianna pushed through the crowd, her eyes scanning the arrival hall. She was looking for a soldier. A man in uniform. A man who was supposed to be at the marriage bureau an hour ago.
She saw nothing but tourists with rolling luggage and business people on their phones.
Then, a burst of camera flashes lit up the far end of the hall. A crowd was gathered, a scrum of reporters and paparazzi jostling for position. In the center of it all, posing like a saint among sinners, was Kiana Solis.
Elianna stopped walking. Of course. Kiana never missed an opportunity for an audience. This wasn't just a trap; it was a stage.
Elianna turned, trying to angle toward the exit. She didn't have time for Kiana's drama. She needed to find Armstrong and figure out what the hell was going on.
But Kiana's gaze was sharp. It swept over the crowd and locked onto Elianna like a heat-seeking missile. The fake, sorrowful expression on Kiana's face vanished, replaced by a predatory smile.
"Elianna! Oh my god, is that you?" Kiana's voice carried over the noise of the terminal, loud and theatrical. "You really did come back to help us!"
The cameras swiveled. The reporters turned. Suddenly, Elianna was the focal point of fifty lenses. She froze, the glare of the flashes blinding her.
Kiana broke away from her entourage and rushed over, her arms outstretched. She moved to wrap Elianna in a hug, but Elianna shifted her weight, stepping just out of reach. Kiana's hands grasped at empty air.
Kiana's smile flickered, but she recovered instantly. She turned to the cameras, laughing lightly. "My sister is just a little shy. She's been away for so long. She came back to make amends for her past mistakes. To take responsibility."
The words were poison wrapped in sugar. They painted Elianna as the guilty party, the prodigal sinner returning to beg for forgiveness.
Kiana leaned in close. Her lips brushed Elianna's ear. "Give it up, Elianna. Agree to the substitution in front of the cameras. It's your only way out."
Elianna stared at Kiana's perfect makeup, her designer dress, her fake concern. The anger was a cold, hard lump in her stomach. She looked past Kiana at the sea of expectant faces, the microphones thrust forward, the bright lights.
"We haven't been sisters for six years, Kiana," Elianna said. Her voice wasn't loud, but the microphone picked it up. The room went quiet.
Kiana's smile became rigid. "Elianna, please, don't be like this-"
"And are you sure," Elianna continued, her gaze boring into Kiana, "you want to discuss right here how you're forcing me to marry your disabled fiancé?"
The explosion of sound was deafening. The reporters surged forward, shouting questions. The flashes were blinding, a strobe light of chaos.
"Disabled fiancé?" "Substitution?" "Is this true?"
Kiana's face lost its color. The mask slipped. She hadn't expected this. She hadn't expected Elianna to burn the script.
"Elianna, what are you talking about?" Kiana sputtered, trying to recover. "You're not making sense. Are you jet-lagged?"
"My flight landed three hours ago," Elianna shot back. "The question is, why are you here, Kiana? Why are you ambushing me at the airport?"
The questions hung in the air. The reporters smelled blood. Kiana opened her mouth, but before she could speak, a man in the front row shoved a microphone toward Elianna.
"Ms. Baker! What do you have to say about the commercial espionage case from six years ago? Rumor has it you nearly destroyed the Solis family!"
The focus shifted. The blood was in the water, and it wasn't Kiana's anymore.
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7.5
"Say it."
Elara's throat tightened.
"I belong to you," she whispered. "I am your slave."
Kane Blackthorn's gaze hardened.
"And?"
Her voice broke.
"I am... your sex slave."
The Alpha stepped closer, his shadow swallowing her whole.
"You will expect no kindness," he said coldly. "No affection. No protection. You exist to obey me."
"Yes, my Lord."
"Strip, Elara."
Elara once lived in the Blood Moon Pack as the daughter of a powerful man.
Now she lives in the Alpha's palace as something far worse than a servant.
A slave.
Alpha Kane Blackthorn rules his pack with an iron will and an untouchable reputation.
Mercy is not something he offers twice.
And Elara belongs to him now.
She should hate him.
She tries to.
But the deeper she falls into the Alpha's dark world, the more dangerous things become.
Because Kane Blackthorn doesn't look at her like a slave.
He looks at her like something far more dangerous.
Something he might never let go.
7.1
Aria has always gone unnoticed. As an omega at the lowest rank of the Silvermoon Pack, she has no family, friends, or prospects...only the contempt of wolves who regard her as insignificant. On her eighteenth birthday, she dares to hold on to the hope that fate might grant her a better future.
Instead, it destroys her. Her destined mate, Damon, the strong Beta, rejects her publicly in front of the pack. Humiliated and devastated, Aria must face the world alone... until one night transforms everything.
Attacked by rogues, she is saved by Alpha Luca, leader of the nearby Bloodfang Pack. Their connection is unmistakable...intense, fierce, and visceral. For Luca, who lost his first mate to hunters, Aria represents a second chance he never believed possible. For Aria, Luca becomes the lifeline she never anticipated would be.
Love with an Alpha is never straightforward. Damon's obsession darkens, transforming into something more sinister. Within Bloodfang, betrayal stirs as jealousy and ambition mask themselves with friendly appearances. The werewolf council begins to doubt her value. As conflict with rogue factions approaches, Aria must struggle not just to remain beside Luca but also to ensure the survival of his entire pack.
Once a broken omega, now destined to become a Luna... Aria faces a choice: to let her past shape her future or to rise above it and demonstrate that even the most overlooked wolf can alter the course of their destiny.
7.5
Princess Adrienne doesn't do gowns, politics, or obedience. She does swords, battle, and telling arrogant princes exactly where they can shove their heroics.
So when the cocky bastard who "saved" her on the battlefield turns out to be Prince Orion-her betrothed-she's ready to murder him before she'll marry him.
He's a legend. Undefeated. Insufferable.
She's savage. Stubborn. And refuses to be any man's prize.
Neither wants this marriage. Both have secrets. And when duty forces them together, the hatred burns almost as hot as the desire they're trying to ignore.
In a game of crowns, the most dangerous move is falling for your enemy.
8.5
To the Dark Moon Pack, I wasn't just invisible; I was a stain. Dean Lee, the Alpha designed for my soul, treated me like a shameful secret while he paraded his mistress, Karina, in red silk.
The night of the Charity Auction, Dean bought my late mother's moonstone pendant—the only thing I had left of her—for a hundred thousand dollars.
I begged him for it. Instead, he clasped it around Karina's ankle.
With a cruel laugh, Karina stomped her stiletto heel, crushing the moonstone into dust. Dean just watched, his eyes cold and unfeeling.
"It was just a cheap rock," he said. "I'll buy you diamonds."
But the cruelty didn't stop at emotional torture. When rogues attacked, Dean used me as live bait to distract them from Karina.
He threw me into the Blood Pit, a gladiator arena, to fight a massive Feral wolf while he sat in the VIP box with Karina on his lap.
"She won't last three minutes," I heard him say through our dying bond.
He watched with bored detachment as I was ripped apart, refusing to save me even as I screamed his name. He saved the mistress and drowned the mate.
I died on that arena floor. Or so he thought.
Years later, the mysterious and world-renowned artist "H.Y." returned to New York for a gallery opening.
When Dean saw me on stage, he rushed forward, tears streaming down his face, trying to claim the wife he had mourned.
"Hayley," he choked out, reaching for me. "You're alive. You're mine."
I didn't cry. I didn't run.
I unleashed a shockwave of ancient White Wolf energy that blasted him across the room, shattering the glass displays.
"I don't take orders from dogs anymore," I said, looking down at him.
"I, Hayley York, hereby reject you."
8.1
Erich died in a freezing cabin, abandoned by the powerful Hollywood actor who had kept him as an abused, captive pet.
But instead of finding peace, his eyes snapped open in a rundown bedroom. He had been reborn into the body of a suicidal stranger.
The original owner, who shared his exact name, had swallowed a bottle of pills after being framed for plagiarism and destroyed by cyberbullying.
Now, his new family was drowning in medical debt and facing foreclosure.
Meanwhile, Erich was still paralyzed by the severe PTSD of his past life, suffocating at the mere memory of his ex's footsteps.
Desperate to shed his trauma, he went to a barbershop to cut off the greasy hair hiding his new face.
But when the barber removed the cape, a wave of pure, unadulterated terror crashed over Erich.
Staring back in the mirror was his exact original face, complete with his signature teardrop mole.
He knew if his psychopathic ex saw this face, the man would tear the world apart to drag him back to his personal hell in Malibu.
But Erich refused to be a victim again. He grabbed a flyer for a prestigious art competition and looked at his stunned new sister.
"I'm going to New York."
This time, he wouldn't hide. He was going to use his art to save this broken family and declare war on everyone who had ruined them.
7.3
Louisa Vale's life was shattered when her best friend betrayed her and the man she loved did nothing to stop it. Humiliated and alone, she vows to rebuild her life and never let anyone hurt her again.
Then Keon Ashford enters her world. Confident, powerful, and relentless, he challenges everything Louisa believes about trust and love. Despite her anger and desire for revenge, she cannot ignore the pull between them.
Louisa wants to protect her heart, yet desire and unresolved anger are harder to ignore than she imagined. Can she survive betrayal and find love again, or will regret follow her forever?