Will You Let Me In

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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I sighed a million times walking from the house to the car parked in front of the street. I stared at the house for the millionth time, trying to will my feet to move. I hated staying with my stepmom Mabel and it was obvious she shared that same idea. I'd be pissed too if my husband slept with some random person two days after our marriage.

I went inside and just my luck,Mabel and my half brother Ryan were in the living room. I greeted out of habit even though it was so unnecessary. I never got answered.

I was about to go to my room when Mabel called me. "A word?"

I followed her to the kitchen obviously because she didn't want her son to hear our conversation. Maybe she was finally kicking me out. She had no use for me anyways. Dad had already signed the divorce papers.

"I received an email from your school this morning. "

"I swear to God he punched me first. It was self defense. "

She looked at me like I sprouted two heads and I took that as a cue to shut up. "There was a gas leak in your school yesterday. And quite unfortunately,there was a student smoking not far from there. There was a fire."

I looked at Mabel as she talked. She always talked to me like I was a child. It pissed me off. "Okay?", I asked trying to hurry her up.

"Students have been dismissed. I talked to your father and you're starting school with my son next week." her expression was tight as if to say there's no room for complaints.

I nodded with a curt smile on my face. "Okay then."

A smile was far from my face. Ryan went to a private school that brought out the pricks in people. I had had my fair share of them to last me an entire lifetime.

...

"Wake up." A voice said while aggressively smacking me with a pillow. I knew Mabel couldn't be bothered to wake me up so I was rather surprised to see Ryan.

"Yes how may I help you?"

"Are you a log? Why are you still sleeping? It's already 7 a.m"

I must've still been sleeping because there was no way in hell Ryan would be bothered to go to my room just to tell me I was running late. "Do you care about me?", I teased.

"You wish. I have some rules for you. I expect strict adherence to them."

"You can't be serious." I said slipping out of bed. I went to the bathroom and are surprised Ryan is still following me. "Go away. Do you want to see me naked?."

"Not even as a corpse. Don't talk to me when we get to school. In fact, pretend as if you don't know me and I'll do same. You're not allowed to tell anyone we're related."

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