Intertwined with the billionaire

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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Chapter 1: The Prince's Tragic Demise

Prince Trevor died suddenly, found lifeless on the bed of a beautiful concubine, Lillian.

The Empress Dowager was furious, slamming the table, "All concubines shall be buried with him!"

Fortunately, I was merely a maidservant.

Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, someone pushed me forward, "Your Majesty, Makenzie has long been favored by His Highness. Surely, he would miss her in the afterlife."

The Empress Dowager didn't even spare me a glance, her voice cold, "Kill her."

Before I could utter a word in my defense, the blade of the guard beside the Empress Dowager slashed across my throat.

I died.

But when I opened my eyes, I was alive again.

...

I opened my eyes once more.

"A scandal of epic proportions, Prince Trevor died from excessive indulgence."

"Shut up, mind your tongue, or you'll lose it."

People crowded around, pushing and shoving. I didn't know how many times I was stepped on before everyone suddenly knelt down.

—The Empress Dowager had arrived!

The first thing she did was execute the renowned courtesan. Prince Trevor had died while entangled with her.

The second thing she did was summon all the women in Prince Trevor's residence, including the maids and servants.

The ten or so concubines who were usually favored by the Prince were the first to be called. They were dressed in thin, gauzy clothes, their figures graceful, but their faces were pale, trembling like leaves in the wind.

The Empress Dowager's face was cold, her eyes sharp, her voice as chilling as the early spring frost, "Since you were the women favored by the Prince... naturally, in life, you belonged to him, and in death, you shall be his ghosts. It is your honor to be buried with my son. In the afterlife, you will continue to serve him."

"Is everyone here? Begin."

The once vibrant concubines instantly lost their color, like flowers battered by a storm.

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