Flash Marriage To The Secret Billionaire CEO

Chapter 5

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doorway. His eyes, sweeping the room, snagged on the sliver of light from the hall and met hers through the crack i

bered. He walked toward her, his presence filling the small hallway. "

l clinging to him. The explanation was smooth, plausible. An "acquisition" coul

on the counter next to a fresh cup of coff

until a frantic call from her other best

s. "I know it's a lot to ask, but there's a sealed report... it's a psych

down," Erin

raxton Sargent. He's a captain for Aer

mental map of the men who had broken Kalie's heart,

ie,

of it. She can't know about this report. It's life or death. You're the only one who c

ted away. She would d

She found the AeroLux crew lounge, a sleek, private space tucked

made her stomach

t practically in his lap, her laughter high and shrill. He looked

ear-filled voice, and a c

on in her hand. She slapped it down on the coffee tab

her-she could see the flicker of awareness. A smirk played o

id it made he

er voice tight. "She wastes far to

ttendant and rose to his feet. He was nearly as tall as Harmon, but where

," he said, his voice a low growl. He stepp

s fooling around minutes before a flight doesn'

of the other crew members in the lo

hand and grabbed her wrist, his grip like steel

y, but he was too strong. A hot, helpless sha

seethed, refusing

only ti

humiliation escaped her eye, t

erminal lights, dressed in a crisp pilot's unif

calm and lethally cold. "

, his blue eyes like chips of ice, fi

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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.”