Delicious Disaster

Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father

Madel Cerda

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

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Have you ever eaten "Reptilian" meat?

My grandfather said he had.

Creatures that looked exactly like us on the outside, but were fundamentally different on the inside. Extremely dangerous, yet incredibly delicious.

Before he died, my grandfather left behind a notebook. The first page read: "Reptilian look exactly like humans, but human instinct can tell them apart."

The moment my cousin Braden returned for my grandfather's funeral, my gut told me: he wasn't human!

Chapter 1

Corrie Holt's POV

When I was a little girl, my grandfather, Hoover Holt, planted a seed of fear deep in my mind.

He told stories about a creature called a "Reptilian." They looked like us, walked like us, but they weren't us.

They would mimic humans, devour humans, and replace humans.

But besides fear, I also found myself drooling.

Because my grandfather described their taste as absolutely divine.

My grandfather lived alone in a small cabin in upstate New York. He rarely talked about his youth, except for those stories about the "Reptilian."

These stories dated back to the 1970s.

Famine ravaged the land, and people turned on each other.

Legend has it that that was when the "Reptilian" appeared.

"Reptilian meat is the most delicious thing I've ever tasted." Whenever he brought it up, his eyes would light up. "It’s nothing like fish or beef."

My grandfather looked haggard, his face weathered by the years. He was too old, and the doctors said he didn't have much time left.

"They look exactly like you, Corrie," he murmured to himself. "They talk just like you. They can laugh, and they can cry. But inside... they are completely hollow."

He paused, swallowing hard. "We were desperate back then. We had nothing, and the food was gone. People started to change—not just in their minds, but something much deeper. A transformation. A subtle wrongness. But no one noticed."

He lowered his voice, taking on a mysterious tone: "Then one day, we found one. Dead. A Reptilian. It looked like Old Mrs. Henderson, but it wasn't her. We were starving, Corrie. Truly starving. Days turned into weeks, and we had nothing to eat."

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