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Flash Marriage To My Mysterious Immortal Husband

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 722    |    Released on: 21/09/2026

e Goodw

d a call for help from my frie

herbal tinctures for calming the mind and steadying the nerves

od progress that week, I drove to th

strictly controlled, but I got in smoothly

he designated VIP lounge, I heard a

all man in uniform (Brion Shields) ro

gritted his teeth and accused Cristin of

s, yet she stubbornly bit her lip,

ng bullied. I immediately pushed open the doo

" I shouted sharply, shi

iously at me. The aura around him was extremely dange

ure in the entire lounge suddenly plummeted, a

nsing a suffocating, terrifying pressu

rough the glass curtain wall of the lounge, saw C

in's uniform today. The gold stripes on his epaulets glin

eyes were fixed on this spot. Even from a hundred

d to run into my contractual husband, who

h of extreme fear crossed his manic e

ps trembled, and he stammered, about to

ant suit (Colin Hayes) strode in from out

ement test? Don't harass civilians in a work sett

itle that was about to slip from Brion's lips,

iercely at Cristin, muttered a curse under his

er and said in a low voice, "Thank you,

eak up for the man who had assaulted her, but I r

After confirming that Cristin was not injured, I tur

the apron (Cyril) had already begun

cold, oppressive aura

now had to face this dangerous and myster

Sweene

Brion had actually dared to lose control a

a and had Colin intervene, Joseline might alread

nt, adjusted my facial expression, and prepar

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“I entered a contractual marriage with Cyril Sweeney just to protect my antique restoration studio from local developers. I thought he was merely an eccentric, wealthy cargo pilot, but I soon realized I had married a monster. His skin was colder than ice, he could throw a grown man across a room effortlessly, and strangers in tailored suits dropped to their knees calling him "My Lord." But the most agonizing part was his violent rejection of me. Whenever I got close, or accidentally scraped my skin and bled, he would shove me away like I was a plague. His glacial eyes would turn pitch black, his throat convulsing as if fighting a demon. "Run before I kill you!" He roared at me with a feral, terrifying rasp, his hands clawing at his own throat. The final straw came when I found an antique pocket watch on his desk, holding a faded photograph of a young girl. I realized I wasn't a wife; I was just a convenient, nameless replacement for a ghost he still carried over his dead heart. I didn't understand why he looked at me with such desperate agony, nor why my blood drove him to the brink of madness. I didn't know the girl in the photograph was actually me from ten years ago. As I slammed my truck into reverse to escape his haunted glass villa, I had no idea the real nightmare was just beginning.”