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 3
The crystal chandeliers of the ballroom blinded Darla for a fraction of a second as she stepped back inside.
The room went dead silent. Hundreds of eyes shifted from the empty stage to the entrance.
Darla walked down the center aisle, her hand tightly gripping Anson's arm. He moved beside her with the slow, predatory grace of a large cat.
Up on the stage, Bennet was holding the microphone, his face red and sweating. He had just been trying to convince the crowd that Darla was having a mental breakdown.
Bennet's eyes landed on Anson. The words died in his throat. His face drained of color.
Darla stopped in the middle of the room. Agnes stomped toward her, her expensive heels clicking furiously.
"What is the meaning of this?" Agnes hissed, pointing a manicured finger at Anson. "Have you lost your mind, Darla?"
Darla lifted her chin. "I wanted to introduce everyone to the man I actually love. My new fiancé."
A collective gasp sucked the air out of the room. People leaned in, their eyes raking over Anson's imposing figure.
From the edge of the crowd, Caren pushed her way to the front, dragging her assistant, Lacey-May, by the wrist.
Lacey-May took one look at Anson and burst out laughing. She pointed right at his face. "Wait... he looks familiar. I think I saw him with the hotel security staff near the service entrance. He's just one of the guards!"
The tension in the room snapped. The elite guests began to murmur, their faces twisting into expressions of disgust and amusement.
Caren covered her mouth, feigning pity. "Oh, Darla. I know you're hurt, but hiring a broke security guard to make Bennet jealous? That's just pathetic."
Darla's fingernails dug into Anson's suit jacket. Her chest burned with humiliation, but she refused to look away.
"A broke security guard is a hundred times the man Bennet will ever be," Darla said, her voice slicing through the laughter. "At least he doesn't act like an animal in a dressing room."
Bennet snapped. He threw the microphone down and stormed off the stage. He marched straight up to Anson, his face twisted in ugly rage.
"Grandfather, get this trash out of my party!" Bennet spat, emboldened by his grandfather's presence, sneering from a safe distance.
Anson's eyes went dead. The temperature around him seemed to drop ten degrees.
He didn't yell. He didn't flinch. Anson simply closed the distance between them in one terrifyingly fast stride and clamped his hand around Bennet's pointing wrist.
It looked like a casual grip, but Bennet let out a sharp yelp. He stumbled backward the moment Anson released him, clutching his wrist as if he had just hit a steel beam.
Anson looked down at Bennet. A cold, terrifying sneer curled his lips.
"Watch how you speak to my fiancée," Anson said. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a heavy, crushing weight that made the hair on Darla's arms stand up.
Bennet swallowed hard, taking another step back. The sheer dominance radiating from Anson paralyzed him.
Lacey-May opened her mouth to speak again, but Anson shot her a single, deadpan glare. She snapped her mouth shut, shrinking behind Caren.
Agnes wasn't intimidated. She lunged forward, reaching out to grab Darla's arm. "You're coming with me right now!"
Anson shifted his weight. He stepped smoothly in front of Darla, blocking Agnes completely. He stood there like an immovable mountain of ice.
"She doesn't want to talk to you," Anson stated, his tone flat and final.
Darla stared at Anson's broad back. Her heart pounded, but for the first time tonight, she felt completely safe.
At the edge of the crowd, the Branch patriarch, Cornelius, leaned heavily on his silver-tipped cane. His sharp, aged eyes narrowed as he studied Anson.
Cornelius had dealt with ruthless men his entire life. He recognized the posture. He recognized the absolute lack of fear. The man standing there was no security guard.
Cornelius slammed his cane against the marble floor. The sharp crack silenced the room.
"Bennet," Cornelius barked, his voice filled with disgust. "Step back. Now."
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9.7
I died with blood pooling and betrayal.
My fiancé never loved me-he only wanted. My stepsister never saw me as family. And when I discovered I was carrying his child and tried to expose their affair, they shoved me into a shattered glass table and left me to bleed out alone.
But I woke up a year earlier, with my voice miraculously returned and a second chance burning in my chest.
This time, I refuse to be the silent, obedient sacrifice they used and discarded. This time, I'll make them pay. And when a ruthless billionaire offers me an impossible deal-a fake marriage to save his crumbling empire, I accept without hesitation.
They still see me as that broken, voiceless girl who couldn't fight back.
They have no idea I've already won.
8.9
For fifteen years, I thought my mother had died in a tragic fire.
Then the wealthy Ross family's butler knocked on my door, revealing she was alive—locked away in the psychiatric annex of their massive estate.
I rushed into the lion's den to save her, only to run straight into Graydon Ross, the ruthless billionaire CEO.
He looked at my cheap clothes with pure disgust, convinced I was a bottom-feeding scammer trying to extort his family.
"Throw this bitch out into the snow."
He ordered his armed guards to drag me away, completely cutting off my only chance to see my mentally broken mother.
But as he violently grabbed my collar to throw me out, I saw a custom eagle-head cufflink hanging from his coat pocket.
My blood turned to ice, and a wave of paralyzing terror crashed over me.
Eight months ago, I accidentally slept with a masked stranger in a pitch-black hotel room and fled before dawn.
That cufflink belonged to him.
The man who took my virginity—the Wall Street tyrant I had been hiding from—was Graydon Ross.
If he ever found out I was that woman, he would literally destroy my life.
But to save my mother, I couldn't be thrown out.
When his grandmother suddenly appeared, I dropped to the floor, exposed the dark bruises Graydon had just left on my wrists, and sobbed.
I framed the billionaire for assault to secure my place in the mansion, forcing myself to live right next door to the monster whose bed I had fled.
9.5
How far are you willing to go for your family's company?
Eloise Jane Lopez is the one true child of the Lopezes, and due to her sick father's wish, she needs to marry a man she doesn't know to keep the company her parents manage in order. And the man she will marry is none other than Cosmo Dominguez, a multi-billionaire, whose supposed fiancée was Eloise's step-sister but got pregnant, leaving Eloise with no choice but to be the substitute bride.
After the wedding, Cosmo laid out another agreement with Eloise, that the marriage would only be temporary, and that they would have to separate after two years.
Can they uphold the signed agreement until the end, or can they stop the feelings forming between them?
7.4
Frieda married Dewitt believing he was just a struggling middle-manager, living in a cramped apartment with only seventy-two dollars left to her name.
She had no idea her cold husband was actually a ruthless billionaire running a cruel psychological test on her. Convinced she might be a gold digger, Dewitt gave her a meager allowance, keeping the divorce papers ready the moment she showed any greed.
While Dewitt secretly judged her every move, Frieda suffered endlessly. At her toxic workplace, she was relentlessly bullied by her arrogant in-laws and mocked for her scuffed shoes. Even after she risked her life to protect his grandmother from an armed mugger and exposed her own hidden tech genius, her coworkers still treated her like trailer-park trash. They cornered her on the street, pointing fingers in her face.
"You are a shameless, gold-digging whore! A billionaire would never want you!"
She endured the humiliation, having just rejected a priceless no-limit black card from his family out of pure principle. She truly believed she and her husband were fighting through poverty together. She had no idea her "poor" husband was watching her every struggle from the tinted windows of a hidden Maybach across the street.
But when her bullies finally pushed too far and raised a hand to strike her, the icy wall around the billionaire's heart completely shattered. Dewitt tore up the divorce papers, his eyes turning pitch black with murderous rage.
"If anyone ever raises a hand to her again, break it."
9.3
Penelope's wedding day should have been perfect-until she found her best friend in her fiancé's bed.
Running from the ruins of her future, she fell into one night with a stranger whose touch felt like safety. No names. No future. Just escape.
Until two pink lines changed everything.
Years later, Penelope returns with twins, a stronger heart, and no plans to fall in love again. But fate traps her in close quarters with a ruthless billionaire... who happens to be the man from that unforgettable night. He doesn't know she's the bride who disappeared. He doesn't know the children are his.
Old enemies want revenge. Old secrets refuse to stay buried.
And the man who swore he would never love... kneels.
7.5
When Alessia Romano's ex-husband destroys her family's company to drag her back to him, she refuses to beg. But refusing comes at a cost she never expected.
Billionaire Adrian Virelli pays off every debt and saves Romano Industries from ruin. The price is simple. Three years of her life, living under his roof as his daughter's nanny.
Adrian is cold, controlled, and completely off limits. Alessia tells herself she feels nothing.
But when she discovers a hidden room filled with portraits of a woman wearing her face, the truth hits harder than any betrayal she has ever known
She was never the woman he wanted. She was only a replacement.
She walks away. Then his ex-wife returns, and the danger that follows is nothing like Alessia expected. Someone wants her dead, Adrian nearly dies saving her life, and when he finally opens his eyes again, he remembers nothing.
His ex-wife is standing at his bedside, ready to rewrite every memory he has left.
And Alessia is running out of time to make the man she loves remember that he loved her too.