I Flash Married The Richest Man Alive?!

Damian Blackwood's eyes narrowed at Evelina's declaration. "Miss, are you certain? I'm a cripple. If you marry me, you'll only regret it."

Evelina didn't answer directly. Instead, she countered, "Would you ever leave your wife for someone else?"

"Never." His tone was absolute.

"Then I'll never regret it," Evelina replied without hesitation. "If you're willing to take the risk, so am I."

Seeing the stark seriousness on her face, Damian found no reason to refuse. "Alright. Let's get married."

And just like that, the wedding that had nearly been called off proceeded as planned.

They exchanged vows before the minister and became husband and wife.

As she walked out of the chapel, a sense of disbelief washed over Evelina. She had actually married a complete stranger.

Her life was starting over, right here, right now.

She took the handles of his wheelchair and began pushing him toward the exit when a thought struck her. "Wait—I don't even know your name."

"Damian Blackwood," he replied.

Evelina's mouth fell open. "Damian Blackwood? Of the Blackwood Group?"

Damian saw the shock on Evelina's face, and a mocking smile touched his lips.

"What's wrong? Realize you just married the city's most famous cripple? Having second thoughts already?"

Everyone in the city knew the story of Damian Blackwood.

His mother had died in childbirth, and his father remarried quickly.

Years later, a brutal car accident crushed his legs, leaving him what the world considered a permanent invalid.

When his stepmother soon produced a new heir, Damian was pushed even further into the shadows of the Blackwood family.

Only the fierce protection of his grandmother, Eleanor Blackwood, kept him from being cast out onto the streets, worse off than a beggar on the street.

As far as Damian was concerned, no woman in her right mind would marry a wreck like him—unless she was after money.

But he wasn't just a cripple; he was the unwanted son. This woman was in for a rude awakening when she realized there was nothing for her to gain.

Damian expected to see resentment dawn on her face.

Instead, Evelina felt a pang of kinship. They were the same—both discarded by their own families.

She took his hand, her grip surprisingly firm, her voice earnest. "I told you, I don't regret marrying you. I was just thinking... we're husband and wife now. From this day forward, I'm going to give you a real home. A warm one."

"Is that so? I hope you mean that."

Damian clearly didn't believe Evelina's words.

He was curious to see how long she could keep up the act once she realized he had nothing to offer her.

A sleek car pulled up in front of them.

"Let's go," he said.

"Where are you taking me?" Evelina asked.

"Home, of course. We're married. Isn't that what married people do? Live together?"

Home?

The word twisted something painful in Evelina's chest.

She already had a home—or what was supposed to be one. A beautiful house she had carefully prepared for her life with Julian.

But now she was married to Damian. Everything she owned in that house had to be removed. Immediately.

"I have to take care of something first," she said, her mind made up. "It might take a while. Can I get your phone number and address? I'll come to you as soon as I'm done."

"You don't need a ride?" Damian raised an eyebrow.

"No, I can handle it myself." She didn't want to impose.

Damian didn't press further. He exchanged contact details with her, then was helped into the car and left.

Half an hour later, Evelina pushed open the door to what was once her dream home.

Everything was exactly as she had left it: the carefully chosen tablecloth, the art on the walls, the two potted plants by the window. Every detail had been selected with love, meant to build a sanctuary for two.

Now, however, Evelina moved through the room with cold purpose. She tore it all down—the tablecloth, the art, the plants—and threw everything into the trash.

She was starting a new life. The past was just dead weight.

She had just finished destroying the last memento and was furiously packing her bags when a figure appeared in the doorway, unnoticed.

Julian stared at the destruction, his composure shattering. "Evelina!" he shouted, his voice cracking with rage. "What the hell are you doing?!"