Flash Marriage To The Billionaire CEO
She wanted stability. She found Adrian Blackwell. Dominant, dangerous, and determined to make her his.
After catching her boyfriend of three years cheating, Elena Carter swore never to fall in love again. On a reckless whim, she walked into a blind date arranged by her family and impulsively proposed a flash marriage.
All she wanted was a quiet, dependable man.
What she got was Adrian Blackwell-a ruthless billionaire known for crushing rivals with a single glance. Cold to the world, dangerously charming behind closed doors, Adrian doesn't ask. He takes.
From the moment she slips on his ring, Adrian makes one thing clear:
"You're mine, Elena. No man touches what belongs to me."
But as whispers of his past lovers surface, Elena's heart twists with emotions she swore she'd buried-jealousy, heartbreak... longing. Then, a brutal accident unearths a forgotten memory: a reckless one-night stand years ago... with the same face as her husband's.
Everything falls into place.
Every twist, every detour
It was always Adrian.
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Chapter 3
The Blackwell estate didn't just sit on the hillside - it dominated it. Three levels of glass and steel jutted out over the valley below like a fortress daring the world to come closer. Elena had driven past it before, back when she'd been a girl with more ambition than sense, and wondered what sort of man needed to build something like this.
Now she knew.
The Bentley purred up the driveway. Iron gates taller than most buildings swung inward without a sound, as though reality itself parted at Adrian Blackwell's command. Elena rolled her eyes. Of course. Subtlety clearly isn't his thing.
"This is home?" she asked finally, her tone dry enough to scratch glass.
"For now," Adrian said, still scrolling on his phone. "Until I decide otherwise."
Elena tilted her head, studying his profile. "Does everything in your life expire that quickly? Homes, cars... wives?"
He didn't glance up. "Only if they stop being useful."
Elena smirked. "Then I suppose I'll have to stay endlessly entertaining."
The car stopped. A uniformed butler hurried forward to open her door before she could touch the handle. Adrian stepped out first, then turned and held out his hand. Not gallant - commanding.
Elena stared at it a beat too long, then accepted it with a grip that was almost aggressive. "Chivalry or surveillance?" she asked sweetly.
"Both," Adrian replied without missing a beat.
Inside, the mansion felt less like a home and more like a high-security museum. Chandeliers glittered overhead, and the marble floor gleamed with such precision she could see her reflection glaring back. Every surface was sleek, cold, and absurdly perfect.
"Do you live here alone?" Elena asked as her heels clicked against the echoing floor.
"Until now," Adrian said smoothly.
Before she could fire off a retort, a voice spoke from the sweeping staircase.
"Ah. The new Mrs. Blackwell."
A tall man descended, lean and sharp-featured, his dark suit doing little to hide the weight of a concealed weapon. His polite smile didn't touch his eyes.
"This is Marcus," Adrian said. "Head of security. If you need anything, you ask him."
"Welcome to the family," Marcus said, though it sounded suspiciously like a test.
Elena offered a razor-edged smile. "I'm sure it's an honor for you."
Marcus's brow quirked, just slightly. "Adrian doesn't usually bring... guests."
"Good thing I'm not one," Elena shot back. "I'm the wife. You might want to update your employee handbook."
A flicker of surprise crossed Marcus's face - quickly masked. Adrian didn't even react, except to say coldly, "Prepare the east wing."
Then, as Marcus started to leave, Adrian added, "No. Elena stays with me."
Elena turned sharply. "Excuse me? Since when does marriage of convenience mean roommates?"
Adrian finally pocketed his phone and stepped closer. "Since I don't marry anyone I can't keep under my own roof."
Elena didn't flinch. "You're adorable. You actually think you can keep up with me."
Something almost like amusement ghosted across his face before he opened the door to a private study. "Inside. Now."
The study smelled of leather and expensive whiskey. A massive desk dominated the space, and floor-to-ceiling shelves lined with books gave the room a deceptive air of sophistication. Adrian gestured toward a chair, the way one might for an employee.
Elena sat, crossing her legs slowly. "You're very bossy for someone who just got proposed to."
"I spoke to your parents this morning," Adrian said without preamble.
She arched a brow. "Oh? Let me guess - they kissed your shoes and offered you naming rights to their next child?"
"They were grateful," Adrian replied calmly. "They know this arrangement benefits them as much as it benefits me."
"Ah yes," Elena said, her tone sugar-coated poison. "Nothing says true love like joint financial desperation."
Adrian ignored the jab. "Their company is drowning. I don't let assets drown."
"Call me an asset again," Elena warned, "and I'll make sure your next press photo features a black eye."
For the first time, Adrian's lips curved - not a smile, but something colder. "Feisty. Good. It'll make tonight's press conference more interesting."
Elena rose abruptly. "You're insufferable."
"And you're smart," Adrian said evenly, standing as well. He closed the distance between them, brushing his thumb against the diamond on her finger. His voice dropped, silk over steel. "Smart enough to know control keeps people alive."
Elena met his gaze, unblinking. "Then you'd better control yourself, Blackwell. I bite."
The air thickened. Neither moved. Neither blinked.
Finally Adrian stepped back, straightening his cufflinks as though bored. "Dinner. Seven o'clock. Your parents will be there. So will the press. Wear something... convincing."
He strode to the door - then paused. "And Elena?"
"Yes, dear husband?" she said sweetly.
"Try to smile," he said, his voice dropping to a warning. "Convincing wives are less dangerous than ambitious ones."
Elena laughed, low and sharp. "Oh, Adrian. You married the wrong girl if you wanted safe."
Adrian said nothing - but the faintest trace of something dangerous flickered in his gray eyes before he left.
Elena sank into the leather chair, staring at the door long after it closed. She wasn't afraid. Not even close. But for the first time, she wondered just how far Adrian Blackwell would go to keep his precious control.
And she was determined to find out.
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9.4
On our wedding anniversary, I came home to find my husband, Jace, celebrating with another woman in our living room.
She was wearing my mother's necklace-the only thing recovered from the explosion that killed my parents. Jace laughed, calling it a "cheap piece of junk," and tried to write me a check to buy a new one.
His family called my parents' ashes "garbage" and "unsanitary." When I confronted them, Jace sided with his mother, ordering me out of the penthouse I secretly owned. He let his friends publicly humiliate me, calling me a gold-digging leech with no background.
But that wasn't the worst of it. When a gunman stormed the restaurant we were in, Jace shoved me directly into the line of fire to shield his mistress.
The shotgun blast tore through my arm. As I lay bleeding on the marble floor, I stared at the man who had just used me as a human shield, his face pale with terror as he protected her.
In that instant, every ounce of love I ever had for him died. The pain in my arm was nothing compared to the cold, hollow void that consumed my heart.
He thought he was sacrificing a quiet, useless wife to secure his future. He had no idea he had just declared war on Captain Cilla Henson, West Point valedictorian and the most lethal operator of the Eagle Task Force.
7.5
Amelia has slaved her whole life, working multiple jobs to help support her poor husband Caleb― only to discover he is a millionaire!
When confronted, Caleb feels no guilt. He divorces her immediately to pursue his true love, leaving her with nothing to her name.
"Kelsie is the woman that I love, the woman who truly deserves to be by my side," Caleb said. "Now, sign the papers and I can end this farce of a marriage."
But thankfully, fate has yet to close all its doors on her.
The messy breakup has led Amelia to meet the elusive Matteo Montgomery, the mysterious owner of X'el International Inc., and even though Amelia could have sworn that this is the first time they have ever met, Matteo seemed to hold more interest in her than ordinary.
With her divorce finalized, Matteo's courtship quickly grows more extravagant. He offers her everything, from a job as his secretary, a new penthouse apartment, and a permanent home in his heart.
But just as Amelia's heart begins to open up to Matteo's sincerity, Caleb comes crawling back, determined to ruin her life.
***
[Excerpt]
"Oh?" Matteo asked, and Amelia caught a hint of amusement in his voice. "Then pray tell, what did we converse about?"
Amelia swallowed. Good heavens, he was so close. She could barely even breathe, afraid that every movement she made would just amplify how loud her heartbeat was. It was racing like a bullet train at this point, and she felt it clog at her throat, refusing her a chance to speak.
"I... I...I―"
"I have no girlfriend, Amelia," Matteo said. "And before you overthink, I do not have a wife in secret either."
His fingers didn't let go of her wrist, and instead, it even tightened its grip. It wasn't painful in the slightest, but it sent surges of electricity rushing through her body as though she had been struck by lightning in the most thrilling of ways.
A coy smile curved his lips, and he leaned in just the slightest. His lips were now a hair's breadth away from hers, and Amelia instinctively held her breath.
"Unless, perhaps you would like to volunteer?"
7.7
It's common knowledge that Ethan married me only because I look like his first love.
Three years of marriage, and he never once slept with me, because he thought it would be a desecration of his first love.
On the surface, I was madly in love with him. In reality, I was blowing through his money like crazy and keeping a man on the side.
But now there's a problem.
The man I've been keeping… how does he look exactly like the richest man in New York? And even have the same name?
9.7
Giana woke up drugged and burning with fever in a luxurious hotel suite. Standing before her was Cornel Stark, the most ruthless billionaire in New York.
Memories of her past life stabbed into her brain. In that life, her adoptive family and her fiancé Gary had stolen her inheritance and left her to die a brutal, agonizing death.
She also remembered how fighting Cornel only made him more violent. So this time, she didn't scream.
She endured his brutal punishment, escaped the moment he let his guard down, and swallowed a Plan B pill on the freezing streets.
Returning to her adoptive family's mansion, she faced the people who had destroyed her. Her fiancé and her stepsister put on masks of fake concern, secretly mocking her.
Instead of throwing a useless tantrum like before, Giana deliberately threw herself down the steep wooden stairs.
She smashed her head against the marble floor, using her own blood to shatter their plans and win back her mother's trust.
She thought she had finally taken control. She was ready to crush the people who had betrayed her and live for herself.
But she didn't understand why the billionaire she had just escaped was suddenly turning her life upside down.
When she woke up in the hospital, her room wasn't filled with her family's fake tears, but an ocean of blood-red roses.
The heavy door swung open, and Cornel Stark walked in, his gray eyes locking onto her with a dark, predatory hunger.
"Remember this feeling, Giana. Every breath you take belongs to me now."
9.3
Adrian Blackwood , billionaire CEO of Blackwood Holdings, Alpha of the Blackwood Pack... Mated to a weak, broken and wolfless female?!! No way! This is impossible, this must a sick prank by the moon goddess and fate.