Flash Marriage To My Ruthless Billionaire Husband
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Evelina Barrett was the legitimate daughter, yet she was framed for a disgusting sex scandal, expelled from the Ivy League, and locked out of her late mother's massive trust fund.
While she was thrown out to rot on the streets with a jagged, hideous red scar covering half her face, her father and step-family were throwing a lavish charity gala to celebrate her total ruin.
They laughed as they officially published her disownment notice in the Times to cut her off forever.
"Without the school halo, that ugly freak will be begging on the streets by tomorrow," her sister Aspen sneered.
Her stepmother Annabella toasted to taking out the trash, perfectly happy to steal Evelina's inheritance while ignoring the fact that Evelina knew exactly how they had murdered her mother.
For years, Evelina had been locked in a dark basement, abused by bodyguards, and treated worse than a stray dog.
Why should she, the true heir, suffer in the gutter while the leeches who destroyed her life enjoyed the wealth that rightfully belonged to her?
She refused to be their victim anymore.
Washing away her fake scar to reveal her true, breathtaking face, Evelina blackmailed New York's most lethal billionaire into marriage to secure the ultimate shield.
Then, she put on a black mourning dress, ordered a dark web ghost crew, and climbed into a heavy semi-truck.
At exactly 6:00 PM, she smashed through the iron gates of her family's elegant gala, delivering three pure black coffins directly to the lawn.
Flash Marriage To My Ruthless Billionaire Husband Chapter 1
Evelina pushed the heavy, black-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose. She lowered her head, letting her thick bangs fall forward to cover the left side of her face. Beneath the hair, a hyper-realistic, jagged red birthmark stretched from her cheekbone to her jaw.
She adjusted the straps of her frayed canvas backpack and walked straight toward the security desk in the lobby of the Montgomery Corporation headquarters. The polished marble floor reflected the cold, sterile lights overhead.
A massive security guard stepped into her path. He held up a hand, his face set in a hard line.
"QR code for your appointment," he demanded, his voice echoing slightly in the cavernous space.
Evelina shrank back, her shoulders curling inward. She forced her breathing to become shallow and rapid, mimicking panic.
"I... I don't have one," she stammered, keeping her voice barely above a whisper. "Mr. Doyle Fields called me. I'm the emergency courier. He said he needed these files right now."
The guard narrowed his eyes. He looked at her cheap, oversized sweater and the ugly mark on her face. Disgust flickered in his expression. He reached for the landline phone on the desk.
"I'll check with the executive floor," he muttered, turning his head slightly to dial.
Evelina let her fingers slip. The thick manila folder in her hands hit the marble floor with a loud, sharp smack. Papers spilled everywhere.
The guard instinctively looked down at the mess.
In that split second, Evelina flicked her wrist. A cloned RFID keycard slid from her sleeve into her palm. She swiped it against the main control sensor hidden on the inner side of the security desk.
A crisp beep sounded. The turnstile light flashed green. The lock disengaged.
Evelina dropped to her knees, frantically gathering the papers.
"I am so sorry," she babbled, shoving the messy stack back into the folder.
Before the guard could process the beep, she scrambled to her feet and squeezed through the open turnstile.
"Hey! Stop right there!" the guard shouted, dropping the phone.
Evelina did not look back. She dropped the timid posture instantly. Her spine straightened. She sprinted toward the VIP elevator bank reserved exclusively for top executives.
She hit the call button. The digital panel flashed red. A robotic voice announced that dual biometric identification-fingerprint and iris scan-was required.
Footsteps pounded against the marble behind her. Two more guards rounded the corner, yelling into their radios.
Evelina did not flinch. She unzipped the side pocket of her backpack and pulled out a modified black smartphone. A data cable dangled from the bottom. She jammed the connector into the hidden maintenance port beneath the elevator panel.
Lines of green code flooded the phone screen. Her heart beat a steady, calm rhythm against her ribs. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.
The red light on the panel snapped to green.
The heavy metal doors slid open. Evelina stepped inside and slammed her hand against the button for the 99th floor.
A guard lunged forward, his fingers scraping the edge of the closing doors. The metal sealed shut, cutting off his angry shout.
The elevator shot upward. The sudden acceleration pressed Evelina into the floor. She took a deep breath, letting the cold air fill her lungs. She calculated her exact opening move.
A soft chime signaled her arrival. The doors parted.
The 99th floor was silent. Thick, sound-absorbing carpet covered the hallway.
Doyle Fields, the executive assistant, stood near a massive oak door. He held a tablet, his brow furrowed. He snapped his head up at the sound of the elevator.
He saw a girl in cheap clothes with a massive red scar on her face stepping onto the executive floor. His hand immediately flew to the earpiece hidden in his ear.
Evelina moved faster. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a silver flash drive, and threw it hard.
The drive hit Doyle squarely in the chest. He caught it on pure reflex.
"That drive contains three fatal backdoors into the Montgomery Corporation firewall," Evelina said. Her voice was ice.
Doyle froze. His hand hovered inches from his earpiece. The sheer authority in her tone paralyzed his trained response.
Evelina did not waste the two seconds of his shock. She stepped around him, planted both hands flat against the heavy oak doors, and pushed them open.
The CEO office was freezing. The air conditioning blasted against her skin.
Sterling Montgomery IV sat behind a massive mahogany desk. He held a pen over a stack of documents. At the sound of the doors crashing open, he slowly raised his head.
His eyes were the color of arctic ice. They locked onto Evelina. There was no rage in his expression, only a chilling, absolute control.
"Doyle," Sterling said, his voice dropping the temperature in the room by another ten degrees. "Why is there an ugly stray cat in my office?"
Evelina ignored the insult. She walked straight to the mahogany desk. She planted her hands on the polished wood and leaned forward, bringing her face close to his.
"I am here to marry you," Evelina said.
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Flash Marriage To My Ruthless Billionaire Husband of Contents
New Release Novels
8.1
Elinor's frail daughter, Cece, died in a sterile hospital room while waiting for her father to take her to Disney World.
But her billionaire husband, Derick, never showed up. At the exact moment Cece's heart monitor flatlined, the hospital TV broadcasted Derick affectionately holding the hand of his mistress and he has booked a clearance of the entire Disneyland to celebrate mistress's daughter's birthday!.
When Elinor confronted Derick with their daughter's ashes, he sneered and accused her of hiding the child just to get his attention. Elinor's heart was torn to shreds. How could a father be so blind and ruthless? Did Kamryn use his power to steal the very kidney that belonged to Cece? Why did her innocent baby have to die for their sick affair?
The suffocating grief inside Elinor finally crystallized into a sharp blade. She wiped the blood from her lips, canceled the simple divorce, and began her ruthless revenge.
9.1
Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys.
Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero.
Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold.
I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth.
But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me."
Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again.
Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.
7.2
Four years ago, Madelynn accepted money from Caiden's family and vanished. She thought it was for the best-he would remain the untouchable heir while she faced her tough life alone.
When they met again, Caiden humiliated her in public, yet appeared when she was cornered by a difficult client, pulling her back into his life.
He forced her to stay as his lover, using her mother's medical bills as leverage, whispering, "What you owe me... you'll repay the same way."
Madelynn believed he despised her. Only after the accident, when he ran toward her before the explosion, did she understand-he never let go.
7.2
Elara Vex had everything-a flawless ice core, the title of prodigy, and a place at the pinnacle of the High Tower. But in one brutal night, it was all ripped away. Her mentor tore the core from her chest. Her fiancé drove a sword through her back. Her own sister smiled as she bled out on the cold marble floor.
When Elara wakes, she's years in the past, mere hours before her core is scheduled to be stolen. This time, she won't be anyone's sacrificial lamb. She shatters her own core with forbidden blood magic and forges something far more terrifying in its place-a bottomless, ravenous Chaos Core that devours magic itself.
Now, branded a worthless cripple and cast into the deadly Abyss, Elara is pulled from the darkness by the outcasts of Elysium Academy-a school for heretics, psychopaths, and everything the Tower despises. Under the tutelage of a reclusive principal who knew her murdered mother, Elara will master her forbidden power and uncover the Tower's darkest secrets.
When the Five Academies Ranking Tournament arrives, Seraphina Vex stands in the arena, draped in white saintess robes, ready to claim ultimate glory. She doesn't know that a ghost from her past has clawed her way back from hell. She doesn't know that Elara is coming-and this time, the prodigal sister isn't asking for mercy. She's bringing chaos.
8.5
Five years ago, Nina Hale lost everything... her family, her reputation, and the man she once loved. Betrayed by her own sister and abandoned by those she trusted most, she disappeared without a trace.
Now she's back.
With a new identity and a burning determination, Nina is ready to reclaim her life and chase the dream she once gave up: becoming a star actress. But her return awakens old enemies, and her scheming sister Lydia is determined to ruin her again.
Just when Nina thinks things can't get worse, she's caught in another trap... and unexpectedly crosses paths with a quiet, lonely little boy.
Ethan Grant hasn't spoken in years.
Feeling responsible for him, Nina agrees to stay and help the child come out of his shell. But she didn't expect Ethan's dangerously charming father, Lucas Grant, to enter the picture.
Cold, powerful, and impossible to read, Lucas slowly finds himself drawn to the woman who brightens his son's world.
What begins as a simple act of kindness soon turns into something far more complicated, because Nina came back for revenge.
She never planned to fall in love.
**********
"I saw you with him," Lucas said quietly, but the tension in his jaw gave him away.
Nina exhaled, crossing her arms. "You don't get to care."
"Don't I?" He stepped in, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes.
"This is just a contract."
"Then why does it bother me?" His hand hovered near her waist, not touching-yet.
"It shouldn't." Her breath faltered.
His gaze darkened, "And yet it does."
7.9
Cora Foster was a brilliant archaeologist, but a jagged burn scar across her face made the world treat her like a contagious monster.
During an elite excavation of a Gilded Age crypt, touching an ancient artifact triggered a terrifying memory. She remembered being Seraphina Beaumont, a socialite brutally buried alive by her vain, cruel sister, Isolde.
When the team pried open the crypt's pristine mahogany casket, they cheered, believing the mummified corpse inside was Seraphina. But Cora recognized the onyx hairpin and the angular jawline. It was Isolde. The sister who had stolen her life, mocked her agony, and left her to suffocate in the dark. Her colleagues scoffed at her forensic proof, dismissing her as a scarred, delusional liability.
Worse, the ruthless billionaire funding the expedition, Julian Montgomery, was the spitting image of Alistair—the man Seraphina had deeply loved. Why was Julian staring at her ruined face with such intense, inexplicable recognition? And why did Isolde take Seraphina's most precious silver ring to the grave?
Driven by a century of agonizing grief, Cora secretly pried the tarnished ring from the mummy's stiff, dead fingers and dropped it into her pocket.
"What are you looking at, Foster?"
Julian's deep voice vibrated inches from her ear, his cold, predatory eyes locked directly onto her half-open pocket.
