The billionaire crazy wife
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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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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Now, at a high-society gala, Callum Wyatt is back. He isn't just a CEO anymore; he's a ruthless predator, and the second his eyes lock onto me, I know I am his prey.
When my wealthy half-sister publicly humiliated me, calling me the cheap bastard child of a homewrecker, Callum stepped out of the shadows. He nearly snapped her wrist in half and declared to New York's elite that anyone who touched me would be dismantled.
In the back of his Maybach, he pinned my arms above my head, his eyes burning with psychotic obsession.
"If you run again, Aubrey, I will burn your entire world to the ground just to keep you."
My heart bled. I had spent four grueling years tearing myself apart to keep him out of my messy, blood-soaked revenge against the family that watched my mother die.
But his terrifying protection only made my biological father's family target me harder, using their massive capital to buy out my movie set and crush my acting career.
They thought I would cower.
But as I walked onto the soundstage, facing the heiress trying to steal my role, I took off my sunglasses. I wasn't running anymore; it was time to make them pay.
9.5
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9.1
I was the orphaned "parasite" of the Tyler family, taken in only to be abused for fifteen years after my parents died in a tragic car crash.
To finally escape their control, I sold my first time to my ruthless billionaire boss, Ellsworth Mosley, for one million dollars.
I thought it was a clean transaction.
But the next morning, covered in severe bruises he left on me, I was handed a brutal contract with a fifty-million-dollar penalty.
He didn't just buy my silence; he bought me.
My nightmare only worsened when my adoptive family found out about my connection to the billionaire.
Instead of disgust, they invited me to a hypocritical family dinner.
"Talk to Mosley, convince him to invest in our failing business," my adoptive father demanded shamelessly.
His son, who had tormented me for years, even grabbed my hand.
"Do this, and we can be officially engaged. You'll finally be a real Tyler."
They wanted me to whore myself out to save the family that had treated me like a stray dog.
I shattered my wine glass, cursed them to go bankrupt, and walked out into the rain.
As I reached the door, my phone vibrated with a terrifying summons from Ellsworth.
But it was the panicked whisper behind me that froze my blood.
"She knows about the brakes on her parents' car. If anyone finds out what we did, we'll go to prison."
They murdered my parents.
I gripped my phone, accepting the devil's call.
Since I was already bound to a monster, I would use his power to drag them all to hell.
7.5
Celine loves her lover Zack very much. It was so deep that he was willing to introduce her to his father. All he got was a wound. Zack suddenly turned cold, walked away for no reason, then had the heart to return his longing with a rude attitude.
When a status on social media reveals Zack's dark side, which is hungry for women and money, Celine's heart is broken.
What's more surprising is that none of this is a coincidence. Zack wanted to destroy it. But in the midst of the destruction, there was one person who stood silently behind Celine, Arlend. The man who had been harboring feelings, was not willing to see Celine fall too deep.
Just as Celine is about to end her life on the city bridge, Arlend arrives. He saved Celine's body and possibly her soul. From that day on, Arlend vowed never to leave Celine alone again.
But Celine's wound was not finished. When Adiwangsa was threatened with bankruptcy, his position as leader was shaken. And when he chooses to secretly marry Arlend, Zack's shadow hasn't really gone from Celine's side.
How can Celine deal with all this? Between the past, and the man who is now with her.
9.3
Elliana sat on the cold marble floor, staring at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test. Overjoyed, she went to her husband Garrett’s study to surprise him.
But the room was empty. On his iPad, she accidentally opened a muted security video from the night before. As a graphic novelist trained in facial anatomy, she easily read Garrett’s lips as he spoke to their housekeeper.
"Increase the hallucinogens and the birth control. Let her become a complete lunatic."
The truth shattered her reality. Her three years of inexplicable exhaustion and mental collapses were orchestrated to keep her away from her ex-fiancé, who was now married to Garrett’s sister, Cristina. The nightmare worsened during a horrific highway crash. As their SUV flipped and caught fire, Garrett ruthlessly abandoned a pregnant Elliana in the crushed backseat. He dragged Cristina to safety, leaving Elliana to burn. She survived, but her right hand—her drawing hand—was permanently destroyed.
Lying in the hospital with her career ruined and her intellectual property stolen by the husband who forged her signature while she was drugged, a freezing void of hatred consumed her. She was nothing but a sedated decoy to hide Garrett's twisted, incestuous obsession with his own sister.
When Garrett knelt by her hospital bed with fake tears, Elliana didn't scream or expose him. Instead, she forced a pathetic, dependent smile, playing the perfect broken wife. She was going back to his penthouse to steal his encrypted files, ready to feed him to Manhattan's most cutthroat divorce lawyer and watch his empire burn.
7.9
Justice was dragged back from the slums by her biological father, only to be sold off to the billionaire Aguirre family. Her purpose was simple: marry their comatose heir to secure a three-hundred-million-dollar lifeline for his company.
Her stepmother and stepsister sneered at her cheap canvas shoes, treating her like a contagious disease.
"A high school dropout from the slums marrying a billionaire? It's a miracle your trashy bloodline is getting anywhere near the estate," her stepsister Emery mocked.
At the sprawling estate, the "comatose" heir, Auguste, was secretly conscious. Disgusted by his new bride, he orchestrated her enrollment at an elite prep school, hoping the ruthless rich kids would break her. On her very first day, Emery ambushed her, loudly broadcasting Justice's "dropout" status to the entire classroom and turning her into an instant social pariah. The teachers tried to humiliate her with impossible calculus, and the students treated her like garbage.
They all thought she was just a pathetic, uneducated pawn they could easily crush and discard. They had no idea that her "dropout" file was a manufactured ghost, or that the Aguirre family's top intelligence network had just hit a military-grade firewall trying to look into her past.
Justice didn't panic. She flawlessly solved the university-level equation on the board, then walked into the cafeteria and looked right at Emery.
"She has no Barnes blood. She is a squatter living in my father's house."
With three casual sentences, Justice completely incinerated her stepsister's elite life. The billionaire heir wanted to play games? She was about to show them all what a real monster looked like.