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 6
Episode 6
The moment
NEXT MORNING – BLACKWOOD PENTHOUSE
Cassian stepped out of his room, freshly showered and already dressed in his signature charcoal suit. The silence in the penthouse was unusual. No clattering pans, no music, no sarcastic remarks echoing through the halls.
Odd.
"Daisy?" he called out once.
No answer.
He glanced around the massive living room. Empty. Kitchen? Spotless. Not even a coffee cup out of place. His jaw tightened.
Where the hell was she?
oddly concerned, he made his way down the hallway to her room. He hesitated for a moment-boundaries-then knocked twice before slowly turning the handle.
Just as the door opened, she stepped out of the bathroom.
Steam followed her like a sultry cloud, and for a split second, time stopped.
She was wrapped in a fluffy white towel, her hair damp and clinging to her bare shoulders. Water droplets shimmered on her glowing skin. And the moment she saw him, she froze.
"Cassian?! What the hell are you-"
And then it happened.
The towel gave up on life.
It dropped.
Right there in front of him.
Silence.
Daisy gasped, scrambling to grab it-but not before his eyes drank in every inch of her exposed skin. Long legs. Smooth curves. Breasts was round, that were now definitely not a mystery.Her pussy well shaved.
Cassian didn't move. He didn't speak. But his darkened eyes said everything.
She finally snatched the towel and clutched it to her chest, cheeks flaming.
"You perv! Knock means wait for a reply, you know!"
He tilted his head, still not blinking. "You didn't answer. I was worried."
"Oh, worried? About what, that I might've drowned in the tub?" she snapped.
He stepped forward, voice dropping. "Not exactly. But now that you mention it... if you plan on walking around like that, I might just install a lock on my room too."
Her breath caught as he got closer, his eyes burning into hers.
"You don't have to try to tempt me, Daisy," he murmured. "You're already dangerous enough without trying."
"I wasn't trying anything," she bit back.
He smirked. "That's what makes it worse."
With that, Cassian turned and walked out, leaving her half-naked, flustered, and suddenly hyper-aware of the heat crawling down her spine.
Daisy clutched the towel tighter and whispered to herself, "Why does he always win these damn moments?"
BLACKWOOD CORP – CASSIAN'S OFFICE
Cassian sat behind his massive glass desk, staring at the skyline of Manhattan-but his mind was nowhere near business.
Not the stock report on his screen.
Not the investor email waiting for a reply.
Not even the urgent meeting scheduled in ten minutes.
His jaw clenched as his fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk.
That towel... the way it fell... the way she froze. The curve of her hips, her smooth skin still glistening from the shower-
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his perfectly styled hair.
He'd seen hundreds of women. Models. Heiresses. Actresses. They'd thrown themselves at him, dripping in designer gowns and dripping in desperation.
But nothing, nothing, compared to the accidental view of Daisy White, wrapped in nothing but steam and attitude.
He could still hear her gasp. See the fire in her eyes when she caught him staring. That combination of bold and innocent was starting to mess with his head.
She wasn't supposed to affect me this way.
This marriage was supposed to be business. Strategic. Tactical.
Instead, she was waltzing through his penthouse like a damn storm in bum shorts and towels, wrecking his focus and testing his control.
His phone buzzed.
Text from Unknown: Still thinking about the towel moment, huh?
- D.
He blinked. Then narrowed his eyes.
The minx.
He replied:
Cassian: Don't flatter yourself. I've seen better.
Daisy: But none as unbothered as me.
Cassian cursed again under his breath and slammed his laptop shut.
"She's going to drive me insane."
And somehow... he wasn't sure if he wanted her to stop.
PENTHOUSE – LUNCHTIME
Cassian had just returned from a brutal meeting, tie loosened and jacket flung across the couch, when the scent of something delicious hit him.
He frowned. Cooking? Again?
He stalked into the kitchen-and stopped dead.
There she was.
Daisy. In the tiniest silk robe he'd ever seen, hair up in a messy bun, legs for days, and nothing else beneath.
She stood by the kitchen island, eating pasta out of a pan like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"I didn't cook for you," she said casually, not even glancing up.
"Obviously," Cassian muttered, eyes trailing down her bare thighs.
She finally looked at him-smirking. "You keep staring at me like that, Mr. Blackwood, people might think you're obsessed."
"I'm your husband," he said darkly. "I can look as much as I want."
She took another bite of her pasta, then slowly licked a bit of sauce from the corner of her lips-deliberately slow.
Cassian's jaw tightened.
Then she sauntered over to the fridge-bent over to grab a bottle of water, giving him a perfect view of her everything.
She straightened, twisting the cap off like nothing happened. "Oops," she said with a fake gasp. "Forgot how short this robe is."
Cassian stepped closer, his voice low. "Daisy..."
"Yes?" she asked, batting her lashes.
"You're playing with fire."
She walked past him, brushing her fingers over his chest like a feather. "Good. Let's see if you burn."
She disappeared into her room, hips swaying, leaving him hot, and completely undone.
Cassian stared after her, muttering, "One of these days, Little angel... you'll get exactly what you're asking for."
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I shattered my wine glass, cursed them to go bankrupt, and walked out into the rain.
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