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Flash Marriage To The Secret Billionaire CEO

Flash Marriage To The Secret Billionaire CEO

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1104    |    Released on: Today at 10:43

ed the narrow grass paths, her eyes scanning the endless rows of weathered s

st. "Eleanor Vance. Somewhere near the big o

n a simple, lichen-spotted

damp earth seeping through the knees of her jeans

"I'm Erin. My mom said we're related, som

vy, profound. It mirrored the sil

the stone. "My design studio is barely breaking even, and my last date to

said, the words a half-prayer, half-joke, "I could really use a win. Maybe send a

oing at my gran

, and so close it vibrated t

he scrambled to her feet, spinning aro

t seemed molded to him. His face was all sharp angles and shadows, his eyes a

d who owned buildings, not rented apartments.

heeks burning with a humiliating heat.

of warmth. His gaze flickered from her face to the daisies, th

as she at the wrong grave? But the name was right, and it was ne

y grandmother had a dying wish," he said, his voice low and even. "She wa

have heard him wrong. Or maybe he was a very handsome, ve

amily," he continued, as if her

acket. Her mind screamed gun, knife, run, but

pene

of white satin, was a sim

sky, this impossible man got down on one knee. The fabr

me from his lips sent a jolt through her entire body

ooked at her, his gaze so intense it felt like a physical touch. Her fingernails

ife was a repeating loop of disappointments. This...

er mouth before she could sto

tion, his eyes never leaving hers.

t her like a lightn

s and saw not a stranger, but a b

ath, the air thin a

say, the voice trembling

relief?-crossed his face, so f

slid it onto her finger. It was co

rip firm and warm. "We'

't a qu

king through a world that was no longer quite real. As they passed the cemetery gat

Ford SUV, the paint on the hood slightly faded, a small dent on the rear bumper. The sight of it was a st

erior was clean but worn, smelling faintly of

her ribs. She was about to marry a

's full names," she said, the

mble. He turned to her, his profile sharp

ysical blow, an electric shock that made her flinch. Harmon Chandler. No. It couldn

he asked, oblivious to the pani

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Flash Marriage To The Secret Billionaire CEO
Flash Marriage To The Secret Billionaire CEO
“I thought I was just marrying a middle-class commercial pilot who proposed to me in a Brooklyn cemetery to fulfill his grandmother's bizarre dying wish. But when an arrogant pilot tried to harass me at the airport, my "ordinary" husband suddenly appeared, his eyes like chips of ice. "Take your hand off my wife." With that single cold command, he had the airline's top executives groveling and the man practically fired on the spot. Everyone called him "Mr. Chandler." He handed me an exclusive black Centurion card, claiming it was just a standard "manager's perk." His retired parents, who supposedly ran a small business, visited me wearing Patek Philippe watches. I ignored all the glaring red flags, foolishly believing I had just lucked into a stable, caring marriage after a lifetime of disappointments. Yet, despite his constant, suffocating generosity, he kept a physical wall between us. After a kiss so desperate and hungry it felt like he had been starving for it his entire life, he violently pushed me away. "We should take this slow." I couldn't understand why a man who looked at me with such intense, possessive devotion would treat our marriage like a sterile business deal. Why was he orchestrating every perfect detail of my life while refusing to even share a bed with me? I had no idea that the man sleeping in the guest room wasn't a pilot at all. He was Harmon Chandler, the ruthless billionaire emperor of the Chandler Group. And he had been secretly monitoring my every move for ten years.”