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Flash Marriage To My Dead Husband

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1045    |    Released on: 21/05/2026

an oppressive silence. Chloe's hand flew to her mouth, st

k with sweat, and pushed open the heavy double

val-style four-poster bed dominated the space, its dark wood frame like a cage. She sat on the edge of the mat

ep, the rhythmic tap... tap... of a cane striking the marble floor. The sound grew l

were thrown open w

on a thick wooden cane. The light from the hall was behind him, casting his face in shadow. A sharp, chemi

oom, the sound distorted and inhuman

mmanded, striking the doorframe with h

. She scrambled backward on the bed, her back

ing rhythm. He stopped beside the bed and lifted th

rasped, his voice full of contemp

ain. The memory of that night, the feeling of powerlessness, ignited a spark o

down. It clattered on the hardwood floor. He reache

ct, fumbled across the surface of the nightstand. Her fingers closed arou

ree, squeezed her eyes shut, and

she screamed, the

as a soft, sickening sound, like a knif

ened h

saw it. He had caught the blade. His gloved hand was wr

h the seams of the leather. It dripped onto

ound escaped his lips-a low, p

s the wro

f an old man. It was the sound of a young,

the information. The letter opener fell fro

. He took two stumbling steps away from the

nded forced, unsteady. "You're insane," he snarled. He turned and fled t

slammed shut, s

in deep, ragged breaths. Her eyes were fixed on the dark, spreading stains on the rug.

grand staircase, searching for a cleaning closet. The first floor was dark and sile

ring the hushed voice

something awful. He went straight to the basement. I'm telli

two," another voice

k to the relative safety of her room, but in her haste, her hip bumped against a

nside the room s

ing light. Motion-sensor chandeliers blazed to life, ma

ened them,

his jacket was unbuttoned, as if he had thrown it on in a frantic hurry. His face was a masterpiece of sharp angles and stark beauty, like

e that made her breat

hief tightly around his palm, a stark contrast to his dark suit. And in the cente

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“To pay for my sister's life-saving heart medication, I sold myself to the notoriously ruthless Roman family as a surrogate bride for their crippled, scarred heir. But the moment the one-million-dollar check cleared, my grandfather froze the medical account. He ordered me to steal the Roman Group's financial secrets, threatening to cut my sister's life support if I refused. I thought I was just a desperate girl trying to save her family, but my grandfather sneered and revealed the horrifying truth. I wasn't a bride; I was a sacrificial lamb. Twenty years ago, my family allegedly murdered the Roman patriarchs. My marriage was just the Romans' sick revenge plot to torture a Hayes bloodline. When I refused to be his spy, my own parents begged me to submit just to save their wealth. They watched coldly as my grandfather's guards dragged me toward the basement to break my spirit. I thrashed against their iron grips, suffocating in absolute despair. Why was I the one paying the price for a blood feud I knew nothing about? Was I just going to rot in the dark, a discarded pawn for both families? Before they could lock me away, the heavy mahogany doors exploded inward. The Roman estate's terrifying, breathtakingly handsome "executor"-the man who was supposed to be just a bodyguard-stepped through the dust with an armed tactical team. He pulled me behind his broad back, his dark eyes locking onto my grandfather with lethal amusement. "Who gave you the nerve to touch the Roman family's bride?"”