Between Love and Betrayal

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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It's a new day in the city of New York, and on one of Claire's worst days, in HQ, she sat on her drafting chair, going through files like a book worm she was not, well until now, “ give me something!” she yelled as she banged her hands on the well-polished table before her, sending some loose sheet of paper up in the air.

She had just returned from her first failed mission, and couldn't dwell on failure as she combed her plans all over again. She had been the best field agent since she was 13 and wasn't known for making mistakes. I went through all this, she thought as she went through the soft copies on her laptop.

Marley walks in, a lady in her early twenties, blonde hair, tanned skin, full lips, and an elegant dress. She had also been an agent but an analyst, who stayed behind the desk

“ hey beauty, there's a board meeting in two minutes get ready,” she said, stressing the word minutes.

Claire had her eyes fixed on the laptop not noticing when Marley entered. She kept whispering her complaints to herself, until Marley leaned over pressing the sleep button without her notice, “ hey get out Marley”! She yelled in annoyance

“Make me”, she snarled

Their eyes held each other as they passed hateful glances towards each other, without saying a word. “Meeting is up in two minutes, don't die before you get there” Marley said most sarcastically, Claire rolled her eyes to the back, obviously expecting a dumb word from her best friend.

“ Marley, I was so sure of this plan, there's no room for mistakes, never!” she yelled banging her hands on the table again,

“And Eve ate the apple” Marley said as she smiled devilishly,

“No more complaints, we have a meeting, and you know what dad does to late comers.”

“Yes Marley, will be there in two minutes promise,” she said rubbing her index fingers on her temples, as wrinkles formed just on her forehead,

“ waiting”

Marley made her way to the door and then into the elevator taking her to the top floor, Claire fell back on her seat frustrated, about everything that had happened but she had to attend the meeting, so she piles up her files on her table.

She walks into the elevator, taking her to the top floor. She rechecks her breath and strengthens her suit as she recites her apology to the higher bidder, and agent, for failing a mission they had been after for the past two weeks. The elevator bell chimes, bringing her back to reality. “There you go,” she mutters to herself.

“Welcome agent kaos take a sit,” a man said, and he was no one other than Lorenzo detulio, the second in command and leader of the con actors, a well-built man, in loose sleeves, and a navy blue suit, which hung his body, exposing the curves on his alluring zaddy figure

“ Thanks, dad”

Claire said as she spotted a vacant chair, just opposite where he stood. “That's calvary to you young lady” he said as their eyes locked. Everyone in the room got tense, there was a battle going on between them, and it could be felt just around the table.

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