Her Second Hand Husband

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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In a dimly lit hotel room, two figures lay entwined, their heavy breaths and soft moans filling the space.

Nadine Wheeler, utterly exhausted, quickly succumbed to sleep.

She stirred to the sound of two phones ringing.

As she fumbled for her phone, her hand brushed someone's warm skin. Startled, she opened her eyes and found herself gazing into a handsome, stern face.

Who was this man?

Her eyes narrowed, noticing the scattered clothes beside the bed.

Memories of the tumultuous journey from the elevator to this room flooded back.

Quickly, Nadine got dressed.

The phone rang again. Warren Harper, irritated, opened his eyes. When he saw a woman frantically getting dressed, a dangerous spark flashed in his eyes.

"Stop!" he commanded coldly.

Nadine, now fully clothed, grabbed her phone, intending to leave swiftly. The man's voice halted her.

Warren, donning a robe quickly, demanded, "Who sent you here?"

Confused, Nadine almost claimed she came here with her husband, Caden Gordon, but caught herself.

Sensing the man's unstable mood, she thought it best to escape. But as she opened the door, a surprising scene unfolded.

A barrage of camera flashes met her, clicking and flashing. With that, came the clamor of journalists that greeted her.

"Miss, what's your relation to Mr. Harper?"

"Mr. Harper is engaged to Rylee Brooks. Are you trying to be the other woman?"

"Do you intend to disrupt their relationship for wealth?"

Overwhelmed by the journalists' relentless questions, Nadine stood, dazed and speechless.

Journalists clutched at Nadine's clothes, trying to stop her from leaving. They even pulled her hand from her face, eager to capture her face on camera.

Just then, Warren emerged, fully dressed, drawing the journalists' attention.

Nadine used this distraction to slip away unnoticed.

Once she was alone and the journalists stopped chasing her, Nadine finally lowered her hands from her face.

During her escape, she remembered the man's name.

His name was Warren Harper, recently returned to Rocshire from abroad.

He was the centerpiece of last night's grand event, an annual gathering of business magnates, also celebrating Warren's return.

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