Flash Marriage To The Secret Billionaire CEO

Chapter 2

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voice a strangled whisper, "like, the

warm sound. "If I were him," he said, gesturing around the

led out a worn leather wallet, handing it to

rd. AeroLux Airlines. The photo was of him, his jaw set, his blue eyes piercing even in the ti

iumphant shout. He was a pilot. H

lightheaded. The billionaire, the famous name, it was all just a cra

as if sensing her thoughts. "Causes

r hand brushing his. A spark o

ng efficiency, as if he'd done this a hundred times before. It was clear he'

a low whistle. "Harmon Chandler, huh? Shouldn't you be ou

le that didn't quite reach his eyes.

's last sliver of doubt evaporated. He was j

t flimsy, impossibly light for the weight of the

, Erin's head spun. She felt like an actr

hey were cold and solid. "Greenpoint Avenue,

y. I have a flight to London tonig

sharp. But she pushed it down. This was a pi

thought he was going to kiss her. Instead, his lips

hen I get back,

treet, his back straight and his stride purposeful,

ne hand and the keys in the other. She felt hollowed out, like s

icture showed a man with the same piercing blue eyes, the same chiseled jaw, but his expres

lad she hadn't married that man. She had marrie

nervous anticipation and giddy excitement. The apartment building w

ght-filled apartment. The decor was minimalist and tasteful,

But the refrigerator was completely empty, a clear sign of so

against her skin. She looked at the platinum b

To a pilot name

parked in the shadows of an old brownston

tment's hidden cameras. He saw her explore the living room, run a

e, a gentle, posse

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REGINA HUTCHINSON Romance

“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.”