Flash Marriage To The Secret Billionaire CEO

Chapter 6

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nd humiliation evaporated, replaced by

shirt, the gold stripes on his shoulders-it was more breathtaking than she

le spread across his face. "Harmon. Didn't expect to see you down he

more, to blow the wh

Clyde Curry materialized at his

ng no room for argument. "Mr. Chandler is here to personally oversee you

a stroke of genius. It was both a

nt. The playfulness vanished from his eyes, replaced by a grudging respect.

isis w

arm, his eyes scanning her wrist. "Did he hurt you?" His voi

he conflict, Braxton, Kalie-it all faded awa

reathed, the words coming ou

ears. He cleared his throat, a flicker of somet

a little rough. He took her han

ctfully. Some called him "Captain Chandler," others, "Mr. Chandler." Lost

rea. "What were you doing with him?

's call, about the report

Sargent, Erin. He's a complicated man." He did

ught occurred to her. "Wait. What are you doing here

"I had my flight changed. I'm

widened.

e smile touching his lips. "For today,

own her spine. Every doubt, every feeling of loneliness she'

ompletely, and irrevocably in love with the

eyes, Harmon felt a pang of someth

as g

for a phantom

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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.”