The billionaire crazy wife
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The Billionaire crazy wife
( He is rude,she is extremely crazy)
When two hearts melt.......
Blurb
"Do you, Miss Daisy white, take Mr. Cassian Blackwood as your lawfully wedded husband till death do you part?" the priest asked, his voice shaking slightly as he glanced between the couple.
Daisy -fiery, barefoot, and absolutely done-glared at the man beside her like he was a cockroach in a Gucci suit. If eyes could kill, Cassian would be a lifeless corpse in Armani.
The priest hesitated to repeat the question, but dasiy beat him to it.
"No, I don't."
Gasps echoed around the grand cathedral. Her father choked on his wine.
"As a matter of fact," she continued, flipping her curls like it was a runway, "I don't even know this overgrown control freak. But clearly, I don't have the right to decide my own life."
She turned to the priest, eyes wide with faux innocence.
"And let's be honest, you're gonna pronounce us married anyway. So skip the drama. My heels hurt, and I need a drink."
With that, she kicked off her designer stilettos and let out a deep, satisfied breath, smiling like a queen at the crowd-completely ignoring the icy daggers Cassian was shooting her way.
"Mr. Cassian Blackwood, do y-"
"Yes."
Cassian's cold voice sliced through the air like a knife. The priest flinched.
"I now... pr-pronounce you husband... and w-wife," he stuttered.
Because honestly? The bride was unhinged. The groom looked like he'd kill someone with a pen.
Meet Daisy White-she's a living goddess, and a sexy one at that. From her height and sexy figure to her long legs and glowing skin, she's perfection in all the right places. Her breasts are stunning, and her round, irresistible butt turns heads wherever she goes. Men simply can't resist her beauty. Her mother passed away when she was young. She lived with her aunt in Australia before moving back to New York.
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Cassian Blackwood is the hottest,most popular and most searched for CEO/Billionaire world wide currently,He's been holding that title for years and still his assets keeps getting higher. Cassian Blackwood-ruthless billionaire, CEO of Blackwood Corp., and the nightmare of every boardroom-was used to getting what he wanted.
But marrying dasiy wasn't just about family pressure-it was business..
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That his new wife would be the living definition of chaos.
Loud. Unfiltered. Wild. Definitely not the obedient little bride he thought he was getting.
Now?
The battlefield isn't in the office.
It's in the penthouse.
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Wanna see how this fire-and-ice marriage explodes?
What happens when feelings sneak into the war zone?
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The billionaire crazy wife Chapter 1
Episode 1
The beginning 🌹
Dasiy POV
"Dad, I can't get married to him. Just because you two are business partners doesn't give you the right to plan a damn wedding without my consent," Daisy said.
"You can't speak to me like that, young lady. I'm your father, and I can do whatever I want. Just marry him-it will bring great opportunities to my company," Mr. White said sternly.
"Dad, whether I marry him or not it's my decision, not yours," she replied.
"My decision is final. You will be marrying Cassian Blackwood," Mr. White insisted.
"This is so unfair and cruel!" Daisy shouted before storming out.
Cassian's Penthouse
I was in my office when I received a call from Mr. White( Dasiy father). His voice was as sharp and business like as ever.
"I've arranged the marriage between you and my daughter," he said without preamble.
I leaned back in my chair, eyes narrowing as I processed his words. "okay "
". The wedding will be announced soon. It'll be good for our companies."
I exhaled slowly, glancing at the city skyline through the glass walls of my penthouse. This wasn't a surprise-not entirely. Mr. White had always been ambitious, and I knew he'd do anything to solidify his legacy. But marrying off his daughter like a chess piece?
"I'll meet her first," I said coolly. "I don't commit to anything without knowing what I'm getting into."
"You'll like her," he said, smug. "She's beautiful. ."i would set you guys up for a date"
I didn't ask for that piece of information,This marriage is strictly business nothing more "I replied
The call ended, and I set my phone down.
I had heard of Daisy White. The photos didn't do her justice, or so they said. Gorgeous, fiery, and stubborn to the core. If she was anything like the rumors, this was going to be a war-and I wasn't sure who'd win.
White Villa
Dasiy was walking out of the room.when she heard her dad voice,you would be going on a date tomorrow with cassin "He said
Ok , But after two years I would get a divorce" I said inwardly
Ur choice " he replied and went into his room.
Daisy's pov
Am going to make that fucking man life a hell
I hate my dad so much.
But how is she going to survive that?she doesn't even know the man
She wiped her tears and sat down on the bed,still thinking.
That moment,her phone rang and she answered,just because she needed someone to talk to and Mareen,her best friend called at the right time.
"Hey girl!!" Mareen gushed excitedly on the phone and quickly switched it to a video call.
"Help me pick an outfit for tomorrow" She said,showing mareen her wardrobe.
"What's the event?" Marren asked.
"Going on a date with a strange man my dad planned a business contract marriage with !!" Daisy said.
Daisy sighed and Mareen noticed.
"Don't tell me you cried,your eyes..."just give it a trial if u don't like him then back off
Mareen sighed.
"It's okay,let's get straight to the point" mareen said.
Daisy grinned and showed her wardrobe immediately.
Daisy has a really great fashion sense,since her dream was to become a supermodel.
"Gosh! Thanks bestie,I swear you are better than anyone " Daisy winked and marren chuckled.
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Next Day
Black Restaurant
Cassian sat at the corner table of the exclusive Black Restaurant, a place where privacy was prized and no cameras were allowed. He wore a perfectly tailored black suit that screamed power and elegance. His watch ticked silently as he checked the time again.
She was late.
Typical.
Just as he took a sip of his wine, the entrance doors swung open-and chaos walked in wearing red.
Daisy White.
Her dress was short. Too short. Scarlet silk clung to her curves like a second skin, the neckline low enough to earn disapproving gasps from the older women around. Heads turned. Mouths dropped. Waiters almost tripped. Her heels clicked loudly with every dramatic step she took.
And that smirk on her lips? Pure, beautiful defiance.
She strutted straight to his table, didn't sit, didn't smile-just looked him over like she was checking out a broken mannequin.
"You're not as tall as I expected," she said, her voice laced with venom and velvet.
Cassian raised an eyebrow. "You're more naked than I expected."
Daisy gave him a sarcastic smile and finally sat down, crossing her legs slowly, deliberately. "You don't like the view? I can leave."
"I've seen better," he replied coldly, not even blinking.
She leaned forward, cleavage on full display. "And I've seen men who don't talk like devil's."
The tension between them crackled like electricity.
The waiter came to take their order, clearly nervous. "Um... champagne? Water?"
"Whiskey. Neat," Cassian said without looking away from Daisy.
"Tequila. Double," Daisy added, eyes never leaving Cassian's face.
When the waiter left, Cassian finally leaned back. "Let's get one thing clear. I don't care about your attitude. This is business."
Daisy laughed. "Then you should've married a calculator, Mr. CEO."
Cassian's jaw tightened. "Play all the games you want, sweetheart. But in the end, I always win.
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The drinks arrived-two glasses, two very different intentions.
Cassian lifted his whiskey, calm and composed. Daisy, on the other hand, picked up her tequila like it was a loaded weapon.
She took a slow sip, eyes locked with his. Then, without warning, she stood.
"What the hell are you-"
Before he could finish, Daisy tilted her glass-and the ice-cold tequila splashed straight onto Cassian's expensive trousers.
Gasps echoed around the restaurant.
Cassian froze, the chill seeping through his suit, but his glare burned hotter than hellfire.
Daisy leaned in, voice soft and deadly:
"This is just the beginning, Mr. Blackwood. You thought you were marrying a puppet? Sorry. I don't come with strings."
She winked, tossed her hair over her shoulder, and sauntered out of the restaurant like a queen .
Cassian stared down at the wet stain spreading across his pants.
As I stepped into the cool night air, I drew a breath. I could feel my heart pounding-not from fear, but exhilaration. Cassian Blackwood might own the world in his boardroom, but this marriage? This war? I would be the one writing the rules.
This was only the beginning. And I was ready.
TBC
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The billionaire crazy wife of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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He was planning a secret wedding with her in Lake Como, at the same villa he'd promised me for our anniversary.
He was giving her a wedding, a family, a life—all the things he denied me, using a lie about a deadly genetic condition as his excuse. The betrayal was so complete it felt like a physical shock.
When he came home that night, lying about a business trip, I smiled and played the part of the loving wife.
He didn't know I'd heard everything.
He didn't know that while he was planning his new life, I was already planning my escape.
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Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again.
Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.
7.6
The heavy prison gates clanged shut, ending three years. I scanned the empty lot for Julian, my fiancé. Deserted.
Biting December wind my only welcome. Calls to Julian, father, mother: unanswered/disconnected.
Shivering, Julian's tracker showed an unfamiliar Long Island estate. A freezing cab left me penniless; I walked through the blizzard. Through a mansion window, I saw Julian, my stepsister Clara, a small boy—a perfect family. Julian, who hated children, doted on him, and Clara wore *my* engagement ring.
I overheard Julian's call: he, my father, conspired to frame me for Clara’s medical error, saving their company and future. My family hadn't just abandoned me; they plotted my destruction.
A delayed text from Julian popped up, lying about a "cross-border meeting," promising to pick me up tomorrow. Despair vanished, replaced by a cold, terrifying smile. Typing "Understood," I turned from their stolen life, walking into the blizzard, fueled by burning rage.
