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 4
Episode 4
The gala event 1
CASSIAN'S OFFICE
The city skyline stretched endlessly beyond the glass walls of Cassian's penthouse office, but not even the breathtaking view could distract him today.
He sat behind a sleek black desk, his fingers drumming impatiently against polished wood. Papers lay untouched. His laptop screen blinked with unread emails. A board meeting reminder flashed in the corner.
But Cassian Blackwood-feared CEO, master negotiator, and calculated king of the corporate world-was entirely distracted.
By one person.
Daisy.
The image of her dancing barefoot in the kitchen, bum shorts riding high, shirt tied up and her hips swaying to music he couldn't hear-had tattooed itself into his mind. She hadn't cooked for him. She hadn't even acknowledged him. And yet, she occupied every corner of his thoughts like a haunting.
He scowled and leaned back in his chair.
"This is business," he muttered to himself. "A deal. A contract. Not... whatever this is."
He loosened his tie slightly, annoyed by how tight it suddenly felt.
His phone buzzed.
Marek (his PA):
"Sir, you've got a call with the Singapore investors in five."
Cassian didn't respond right away. He stood, walking to the window, staring out as if the clouds could clear his mind.
She's fire, he thought. Untamed, impulsive... and completely wrong for me.
And yet-he'd never been more intrigued.
This wasn't just about marriage anymore. Not just about control.
It was about the one woman who made the coldest man in New York burn from the inside out.
He returned to his desk, jaw set.
But deep down, he knew-
Daisy White was a storm he had willingly walked into.
CASSIAN'S OFFICE – MIDDAY
Cassian ended the investor call with sharp precision, his voice smooth but clipped as usual. He was a master at negotiation-always calm, always in control.
But as soon as the call ended, he didn't go back to reviewing the quarterly reports or scanning the pending merger files. Instead, he leaned back again, arms folded, eyes drifting to the ceiling.
Why the hell am I still thinking about her?
He had dated models. Been pursued by heiresses. Women bent over backward to impress him. They fawned, submitted, and smiled on cue.
But Daisy?
Daisy White danced around his kitchen in bum shorts, cooked only for herself, and didn't spare him a single look of attention.
She was chaos.
Unpredictable. Rebellious.
And it was driving him insane.
With a frustrated sigh, he pressed the intercom.
"Marek."
"Yes, sir?"
"Clear my afternoon. Push the board meeting to tomorrow."
There was a pause. Marek sounded surprised. "All of it, sir?"
Cassian clenched his jaw. "Yes. All of it."
He stood and reached for his blazer.
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BLACKWOOD PENTHOUSE
The elevator chimed softly as Cassian stepped into the penthouse. The silence greeted him first-luxurious, still, almost too perfect.
He dropped his keys on the marble counter, eyes scanning the space like a hunter returning to familiar territory. No sign of Daisy in the living room. But then he heard it-faint music, something upbeat and completely out of place in his cold, orderly world.
He followed the sound.
And there she was.
Daisy. In the kitchen. Again.
She was putting away groceries in a cropped tank and the tiniest pair of shorts he'd ever seen-bare legs on full display, hair tied up in a messy bun, humming off-key, and swaying her hips like the kitchen was her personal runway.
She didn't see him. Not yet.
She popped a cherry tomato in her mouth and spun around dramatically with a wooden spoon, singing into it like it was a mic.
Cassian leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, lips curling slightly.
He didn't interrupt.
He watched.
God, she was trouble. A walking contradiction. She looked like a dream and acted like a storm.
Finally, she turned-eyes widening when she saw him.
The spoon froze mid-air.
Cassian raised an eyebrow. "You auditioning for MasterChef or The Voice?"
Daisy blinked. "You're home early."
"I rescheduled my day," he said smoothly, walking into the kitchen, "to see what else you'd get up to while pretending I don't exist."
She narrowed her eyes and tossed the spoon in the sink. "Don't flatter yourself. I was cooking. For me."
"I noticed," he said, eyeing the single plate of pasta on the counter. "Very considerate."
"I wasn't trying to be."
Cassian stepped closer, his voice low. "Good. Because I don't need considerate."
Their eyes locked. The air thickened.
Daisy swallowed. "Then what do you need?"
He leaned in, so close his breath tickled her ear. "I need a challenge. And you, Mrs. Blackwood, are the most tempting one I've ever had."
Her heart skipped.
He pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes.
"Next time you cook, make enough for two."
She smirked. "Next time, cook it yourself."
And just like that, she grabbed her plate, bumped him with her ass, and strutted out of the kitchen.
Cassian chuckled, rubbing his jaw.
Yep.
She was going to be the death of him.
And he was starting to enjoy it.
BLACKWOOD PENTHOUSE – NIGHT
Cassian sat alone at the bar in the living room, a half-empty glass of scotch in his hand, his mind replaying the image of Daisy dancing in the kitchen. The way her hips swayed. The way she looked at him-defiant and unbothered, like she hadn't just flipped his whole day upside down.
He should've been annoyed.
Instead, he was intrigued.
She was unlike any woman he'd ever dealt with. No pretending. No polished socialite act. Just raw, untamed fire-and she didn't care if it burned him.
His phone buzzed.
Marek (Cassian's Assistant):
"Board rescheduled to Friday. Also, Blackwood Corp's PR team wants to confirm your wife's appearance for the upcoming charity gala."
He stared at the message, then typed back with a small smirk.
Cassian:
"She'll be there. Just warn the photographers."
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DAISY'S ROOM
Daisy sat on her bed in a silk robe, legs crossed, a bowl of pasta beside her as she scrolled through her phone.
She got up, paced to the window, and looked out at the glittering skyline of New York.
This was her life now-married to a cold, handsome CEO who liked mind games and war.
But he wasn't the only one who could play.
She turned to her mirror, tied her robe tighter, and whispered to herself:
"Let the real game begin."
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THE NEXT MORNING
Cassian was already dressed in a fresh black suit when Daisy came downstairs wearing a skintight wine-red dress with a slit that nearly reached her thigh.
He raised an eyebrow.
"You're dressed for wat?"
She picked up a croissant from the counter and took a bite. ". Brunch."
He stepped closer, fixing his cufflinks. "With who?", staring at her boobs.
"Not that it's your business, and keep your eyes off my chest, with Mareen. My best friend. Remember her?"
Cassian narrowed his eyes. Was not staring at those little thing, have seen better."You're not leaving without a driver."
Then stop staring at mine jerk.She scoffed. "You planning to babysit me now?"
"No. Just making sure my wife doesn't make headlines for the wrong reasons."
She leaned in with a wicked grin. "Then maybe you should've married someone boring."
He stared her down, his voice dark and low.
"I didn't want boring. I wanted fire."
Their eyes locked.
Silent war.
Then she winked and walked out, leaving him standing there.
Cassian smiled to himself.
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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.
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His son, who had tormented me for years, even grabbed my hand.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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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."
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