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.
Chapters
Share
Chapter 5
The Bentley rolled up the long driveway of the Blackwell estate, rain still streaking the windshield, each drop catching the lights from the towering gates. Elena's heels clicked sharply against the polished stone as she stepped out, the chill in the air mixing with the heat rising in her chest. After the whirlwind of the courthouse wedding, she thought she might finally catch her breath, but something told her the night wasn't done.
Adrian stepped out before her, hands tucked casually in the pockets of his perfectly tailored suit. "Watch your step," he said, voice calm, gray eyes scanning the driveway.
Elena smirked. "I don't need your warnings, Mr. Blackwell." She was about to step toward the door when her pulse spiked - a presence at the entrance had stopped her mid-step.
Standing there was a woman who radiated indignation. Perfectly dressed, arms crossed, lips tight in outrage. Adrian's ex. The popular model who Adrian embarrassed publicly before they broke up. And she was glaring at them both as if the world had just betrayed her personally.
"Adrian! Married?!" the woman screeched, voice dripping disbelief. "And to her? This can't be real! You're... you're going to leave her soon, right? You'll dump her like everyone else!"
Elena's jaw tightened, heat surging through her chest. She didn't even think; instinct took over. Her hands curled into fists at her sides, and she stepped forward. "Excuse me?" Her voice was sharp, brimming with steel. "What exactly is your problem? Are you seriously threatening him in front of me? In my house?"
The ex's eyes flicked to Elena, shock and irritation mixing in her expression. "Who... who are you to-?"
"I'm the woman he married," Elena interrupted, voice rising, sharp enough to cut through the rain and the ex's protest. "The woman who will not stand here and listen to you threaten him or me. So either you leave now, or I make you regret it."
The ex's lips twisted in a sneer. "You think you can keep him? He'll get bored. He'll leave you like everyone else!"
Elena felt a sharp rush of possessiveness, heat surging to her cheeks. She didn't care about subtlety. Without thinking, she reached up, grabbed Adrian's face, and kissed him - hard, possessively, fully claiming him in front of the ex. Every inch of her fire poured into that kiss.
Adrian froze, gray eyes wide, even as the kiss pressed urgency and ownership into him. He opened his mouth, clearly about to speak, but Elena pulled back just enough to shove him slightly toward the door and shouted, her voice echoing through the entryway: "Get out of here! Do you understand? Go!"
The ex blinked, momentarily stunned into silence, before starting to shout again. But the faint click of leather shoes and the rustle of dark suits interrupted her. Two of Adrian's bodyguards appeared, moving with precise authority. They stepped forward and, without hesitation, grabbed the ex under the arms, gently but firmly dragging her toward the driveway. She screamed, kicking and flailing, but it was useless. Within moments, she was pushed out into the rain, struggling against their grip, and finally silenced by the cold, disciplined force of Adrian's men.
Elena watched them go, chest heaving, eyes blazing. She finally turned to Adrian, hands on her hips, and snapped, "See? I told you - this is my life. My home. And no one comes in here to threaten me or what's mine."
Adrian's gray eyes followed her, a flicker of surprise crossing his usually unreadable features. "Elena..." he began, stepping closer.
"Don't," she said sharply, cutting him off. Without warning, she pressed herself against him again, lips brushing his in another possessive kiss, just enough to make him pause. She pulled back slightly, resting her forehead against his chest. "If you try to talk to me right now, I swear..." Her voice dropped into a low growl. "...I will not be gentle."
He blinked, caught off guard by her fierceness, the way she claimed him without hesitation. "You... you're jealous," he said quietly, gray eyes darkening with curiosity.
Elena stiffened, pulling back slightly but still holding his arm possessively. "I am not jealous," she said grumpily, a flush rising to her cheeks. "I am naturally protective. Of what's mine. So don't you dare twist it into something else."
He tilted his head, amusement flickering in his expression. "Naturally protective, huh? That was... quite the kiss."
She huffed, crossing her arms, cheeks burning. "I didn't do it for you. I did it for me. And to make sure she understood she can't come in here and talk nonsense!"
Adrian's smirk deepened. "I see. So, all fire and no fear. I like it."
Elena narrowed her eyes at him, though the corner of her mouth threatened a smirk despite her grumpy tone. "I told you. I make the rules. This is my house now. My husband, my life, and no one gets to threaten me or him. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Adrian murmured, voice low, gray eyes still locking onto hers. "I do."
Elena finally released his arm, though her gaze lingered possessively. Her pulse was still racing, heart hammering in her chest. She had surprised even herself - the fire inside her had driven her to act, to claim, to protect. And Adrian... he had noticed.
The tension between them didn't dissipate. The storm outside mirrored the one between them: electric, charged, impossible to ignore. He stepped closer again, lips barely brushing her ear. "You're going to make this... interesting, Elena. You don't hold back, do you?"
"I don't," she said grumpily, lifting her chin, trying to appear fierce. "And don't think this means I like it. I'm just... protecting what's mine."
His gray eyes darkened, a slow, predatory smile forming. "Protecting what's yours... and you didn't even realize how much I noticed?"
Elena flushed, pulling away slightly but keeping her guard up. "I said I'm not jealous. I'm grumpy. And I'm... protective. So stop twisting words, Mr. Blackwell."
He chuckled softly, the sound low and intimate, making her pulse quicken even more. "Feisty, stubborn, possessive... dangerous. Very interesting."
Elena rolled her eyes, trying to regain control. "Good. You better get used to it. I won't always be this agreeable. And I sure as hell won't let anyone threaten me or us."
Adrian's lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
The house grew silent again, save for the distant roll of thunder outside. Elena leaned against the doorway, still flushed, chest heaving, realizing that she hadn't just driven away his ex - she had asserted herself, claimed him, and shown him exactly how much fire and possessiveness she carried inside.
Adrian's gaze lingered on her, gray eyes full of something that made her stomach flutter and knees weak. "You know," he murmured, voice low, teasing, "this marriage is going to be... a challenge."
Elena smirked, grumpy yet victorious. "Good. I like a challenge."
He stepped closer again, brushing his hand against hers, heat radiating off him. "I think we're going to enjoy it... very much."
And in that charged, electric silence, Elena realized: she wasn't just protecting Adrian. She was protecting herself - and for the first time, she loved the fight.
You may also like
9.0
Velma spent ten years as Dylan's wife, enduring his mother's cruelty and constant reminders that she was barren-an orphan who didn't deserve him. When she finally became pregnant after a decade of trying, everything fell apart.
Forced to sign divorce papers, heartbroken and pregnant, Velma disappeared.
Five years later, she returned as the world's most famous artist. By her side: Theron, a patient and wealthy man who helped her rebuild her life, and the son Dylan never knew existed.
She came back for an art exhibition, but fate forced her to work at Dylan's fashion company.
The moment Dylan saw her, everything changed. She was no longer the quiet, broken woman he'd divorced. She was confident, powerful, radiant-and married to another man.
Dylan groveled. He begged. He humbled himself in ways he never imagined, willing to do anything to reclaim the wife he'd lost for a second chance.
But Velma was no longer the woman who lived in anyone's shadow.
Will she forgive the man who broke her heart? Choose the man who rebuilt her? Or rewrite the rules and have them both?
Click to find out... This is a why choose when she can have both book.
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.