Flash Marriage To The Secret Zillionaire Boss
Minutes before announcing her grand engagement, Darla caught her fiancé sleeping with her stepsister.
She publicly exposed them and canceled the wedding on the spot.
Furious, her adoptive mother demanded Darla marry a fifty-five-year-old predator to save their broken business deal.
"If you don't do exactly what I say, I'll let your father rot in prison for the rest of his life."
Desperate to escape her family's control, Darla grabbed a massive, intimidating hotel security guard she bumped into in the hallway.
She shoved all the cash in her purse at him—eight hundred dollars—and begged him to fake-marry her.
They signed the papers at City Hall that same day.
But the nightmare didn't end.
That evening, Darla received a cold phone call from the state penitentiary.
Her father had been found dead in his cell, and her company, owned by her ex-fiancé's family, fired her immediately.
They had taken everything from her, leaving her completely broken and sobbing on the floor of her tiny apartment.
She thought she had nothing left but a broke, fake husband to keep her company.
She had no idea that the "poor security guard" holding her in his arms was actually Anson Prince, a ruthless billionaire CEO.
And he was already making the calls to tear her abusers' empires to the ground.
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Chapter 1
The heavy fabric of the white couture gown dragged against the thick carpet of the VIP hallway. Darla Hammond gripped the silk folds, her palms sweating.
She walked down the corridor of The Grand Sovereign hotel, the silence of the exclusive floor pressing against her eardrums. She reached up, her fingers brushing the cold pearls of her necklace. Her stomach fluttered. In less than an hour, she would walk into the grand ballroom and announce her engagement to Bennet Branch.
She stopped in front of the heavy oak door of the VIP dressing room. She wanted to surprise him.
Darla raised her knuckles to the wood. Before she could knock, a sound slipped through the slight crack in the door.
It was a wet, heavy gasp.
Darla's hand froze in mid-air. The blood drained from her face, leaving her skin ice-cold. She stopped breathing.
"Bennet... right there."
The voice belonged to Caren. Her stepsister.
Darla's pupils dilated. Her chest tightened so fast it felt like a physical blow to her ribs. Her vision blurred at the edges. The pearls around her neck suddenly felt like a hangman's noose, choking the air out of her lungs.
She pressed her hand flat against the wood and shoved.
The heavy oak door slammed against the wall with a deafening crack.
Bennet and Caren froze on the velvet sofa. Their clothes were bunched up, their skin flushed.
Darla stared at them. Her stomach violently lurched, acid burning the back of her throat.
Bennet scrambled backward, his face turning the color of ash. He grabbed his dress shirt, holding it against his chest with shaking hands.
Caren let out a high-pitched scream. She dove behind Bennet's shoulder, pulling her ruined dress up, her eyes wide with fake terror.
"Darla!" Bennet stammered, his voice cracking. "It's not... this is a mistake. Let me explain."
A dry, hollow sound scraped its way out of Darla's throat. It was a laugh devoid of any humor.
She stepped into the room. Her heels clicked against the hardwood floor like gunshots. She didn't blink. She didn't cry. The betrayal burned through her veins, turning her initial shock into a hard, cold rage.
She stopped right in front of Bennet.
Darla raised her right hand and swung.
The slap echoed through the dressing room. The impact stung her palm, but the sound was incredibly satisfying. Bennet's head snapped to the side. A bright red handprint instantly bloomed across his pale cheek.
"You're crazy!" Caren cried out, pointing a trembling finger at Darla. "You're so rough! Bennet doesn't even love you!"
Darla slowly turned her head. She looked at Caren with dead eyes.
"You can keep him, Caren," Darla said, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You always did like picking up my trash."
She didn't wait for a response. Darla spun on her heel and marched out of the room. The air in the hallway hit her lungs, but she didn't slow down. Bennet yelled her name from the doorway, but his voice sounded like static.
She walked straight toward the grand double doors of the ballroom. She pushed them open.
The blinding light of the crystal chandeliers hit her face. Hundreds of New York's elite turned their heads. The chatter died instantly. All eyes locked onto Darla as she walked in alone.
Agnes, her adoptive mother, pushed through the crowd. Her face was tight with disapproval. "Darla, where is Bennet?"
Darla ignored her. She walked past Agnes, her eyes fixed on the stage in the center of the room. She climbed the steps, her white gown flowing behind her.
She walked up to the MC and ripped the microphone from his hand. The speakers let out a sharp, piercing whine that made the guests wince.
Darla looked out at the sea of expensive suits and designer dresses. Her heart hammered against her ribs, but her hand holding the microphone was rock steady.
"This engagement is canceled," Darla's voice boomed through the speakers, hard and clear.
A collective gasp rippled through the room.
"If anyone is looking for Bennet Branch," Darla continued, her eyes scanning the shocked faces of the Branch family, "he is currently in the VIP dressing room, sleeping with my stepsister, Caren."
The ballroom erupted. Whispers hissed through the crowd like a lit fuse.
Darla didn't say another word. She dropped the microphone. It hit the wooden stage with a heavy thud. She turned her back on the chaos and walked down the stairs.
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At his grandmother's funeral, Alaric publicly dissolves their marriage, humiliating Elena before the entire pack. In that moment, she finally understands the truth. She was never wanted.
But the Moon has not abandoned her.
A forgotten night resurfaces. Her long-silent wolf begins to awaken. And secrets buried within her bloodline start to surface, drawing danger from every direction.
Cast out by the pack that once used her, Elena must flee, survive, and uncover her true power.
Only then does the Alpha realize his mistake.
By the time he turns back in regret, the Luna he rejected may already be gone forever.
9.2
Jacqueline Blackburn, a desperate Ivy League tutor, walked into the sleazy Veridian VIP club just to save her job.
But her billionaire client, the ruthless Christian Montgomery, mistook her for a cheap escort, blowing cigar smoke in her face and treating her like trash.
When she furiously turned to leave, a drunk former client attacked her in the hallway, tearing her white dress open and pinning her by the throat.
She fought back, stabbing the man's hand with a pen, only for Christian to emerge from the shadows and brutally crush the attacker's bleeding hand under his heel.
Instead of letting her go, Christian draped his heavy suit jacket over her exposed skin, trapped her in his dark suite, and forced her to sign a suffocating contract.
"You have exactly ninety days, or I will personally ensure you cease to exist in my city."
She thought she could just keep her head down, teach his nephew, and survive.
But she didn't understand why this terrifying underground tyrant was suddenly so fixated on her.
Why did he use his immense power to isolate her, publicly claim her at a billionaire gala, and track her every move?
When she received a chilling midnight text demanding she pack her bags and move into his sprawling estate by 8:00 AM, the terrifying reality set in.
She hadn't escaped the wolf. She had just walked directly into his cage.
9.7
Eliana Rivera is the firstborn daughter of business tycoon Cassian Rivera. When her father's company falls into debt, he marries her off to the arrogant and ruthless billionaire, Alexander Grayson, as part of a business contract and under the threat of blackmail.
Alexander, the billionaire CEO, never planned to marry, but the pressure of blackmail forces him into a union with a woman he barely knows. Although Eliana doesn't see Alexander as her ideal partner, she agrees to the marriage out of a sense of duty.
Once engaged, however, he barely acknowledges her presence and harbours disdain for her because of her father's actions and their relationship. But as they navigate their newfound relationship, the unexpected desire for each other's touch ignites-a twist neither of them planned, leading them toward an unforeseen love.
8.8
On the eve of my glamorous Waldorf Astoria wedding, I went to the penthouse to surprise my fiancé, Hugh, wearing my late mother's heirloom pearls.
Instead, I heard my stepsister's familiar laugh and caught them tangled together on the sofa.
Through the cracked door, I heard Hugh slur that he was only marrying me for my family's financial backing.
"As soon as I secure my inheritance, she's the first thing I'm getting rid of," he promised her.
Floy giggled and asked for my mother's pearl necklace, my only legacy. Hugh agreed without hesitation, mocking my dead mother's naivety and my desperate dreams of building a family.
Every sweet word he had ever said was a lie, a knife he had been patiently sliding between my ribs for years. They planned to strip me of everything the moment I signed the prenup.
I didn't cry or scream. The crushing weight of their betrayal hollowed me out, leaving behind a terrifying, absolute calm.
Why should I be the one to lose everything while they stole my future and insulted my mother's memory?
I calmly walked down the hall, set the prenuptial agreement on fire, and vanished into the rainy night.
If Hugh wanted to play dirty for the Maxwell empire, I would play for keeps.
Using a forgotten, century-old family covenant, I was going to marry Hugh's uncle-the comatose, paralyzed war hero, Fleet Maxwell.
I would return not as a naive bride, but as their worst nightmare: his aunt, and the new lady of the house.
9.2
The tip of my fountain pen hovered over the divorce agreement. Across the mahogany desk, my billionaire husband, Chandler, looked at me with cold, dead eyes, waiting for me to sign my life away.
What he didn't know was that a phantom pain was still tearing through my chest—the memory of cold steel sliding between my ribs.
In my previous life, I foolishly signed these papers, burning down my marriage for my lover, Chace, and my sweet stepsister, Annalise.
Only to be left to bleed to death in a dark alley while they laughed, planning to steal my son and Chandler's fortune.
Reborn at the exact moment of my ruin, I tore the divorce agreement to shreds.
I desperately tried to make amends, even joining a reality show with my traumatized six-year-old son to prove I had changed.
But Chace and Annalise wouldn't let me go. Seeing my public redemption, they panicked and released a hyper-realistic deepfake sex tape of me and Chace.
They demanded $300 million from Chandler, framing my newfound love for my family as an elaborate, sickening long con.
Chandler burst into the house, throwing the blackmail papers at my feet.
His eyes were filled with broken agony and absolute disgust, fully believing that my tears, my apologies to our son, and my desperate kisses were all just a performance for money.
He thought I was the exact same monster who had destroyed him once before.
The old me would have screamed, cried, and played right into their hands.
Instead, I calmly stepped forward, gently smoothed the collar of his suit jacket, and looked into his tortured eyes.
"I'm not going to explain the video, or the money."
"I'm not going to ask for your forgiveness."
"I am asking you for one thing, Chandler."
"You have to trust me."
9.5
For twenty years, Krista lived as the perfect daughter of the wealthy Cain family.
But a single DNA report shattered her entire world. Her adoptive parents coldly declared she was just a mistake and immediately replaced her with the true bloodline.
Desperate, she ran through the freezing rain to find her fiancé, only to hear him laughing with his friends.
"Marry a fake? I don't collect the Cain family's second-hand trash."
She slapped him, threw her diamond ring at his chest, and stumbled into a jazz lounge to drown her pain.
Drunk and heartbroken, she accidentally crashed into a stranger, clinging to him like a lifeline, which ended in a wild night in a luxury penthouse.
When she woke up, she realized the man she had ravaged was Jasper Stone, the most ruthless, cold-blooded billionaire on Wall Street.
At the same time, her phone lit up with notifications. Her bank accounts were frozen, and the Cain family had just released a brutal public statement permanently cutting her off.
She was completely abandoned, stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity in a single night. Why was twenty years of loyalty erased so easily?
But instead of kicking her out, Jasper tossed a prenuptial agreement onto the bed.
"Pay off your debt with marriage. Stay, and you are the untouchable Mrs. Stone."
Looking at the contract, Krista wiped her tears, put on bold red lipstick, and signed her name.