Flash Marriage To My Mysterious Immortal Husband

Chapter 6

Word Count: 636 | Released on: 21/09/2026

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over his left breast gave him an air of commanding, almost royal authority. As he approached, the scent of crushed w

him. "Your pilot over there just tried to assault my frie

profound apologies. I am Colin Hayes, Chief of Corporate Personnel. Captain Shields suffered a severe bere

g the title he use

brow. "You told your human resour

es immediate declaration of next-of-kin for flight risk insurance.

's subservient posture and Cyril's absolute st

y is our Managing Director of Flight Operations and Chief Training Offi

hanic, baggage handler, and flight attendant in the terminal was practicall

ight smirk playing on my lips, "your H

denly grabbed her bag. Her hands were shaking so hard she dropped her

you sure? I ca

printed out of the hangar, casting one last, terrified

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melting into something warm and devastatingly inten

I replie

et, magnetic invitation that left no room for refusal. "You've ha

ties?" I te

urtesy," he cou

k. Even through my thick wool coat, the sheer, solid coldness of his palm made me shi

was like p

s. "Seriously, Cyril. You need to see a doctor

ers curling into a fist as he pulled his hand away. "The w

at. "Because if you freeze to death, I'll ha

d resonant it sent an unexpected flutter straight to my core.

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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.”