Flash Marriage : Miss CEO wants a House-husband
Nate caught her hand as she turned away.
“Say yes, Dahlia.”
She didn’t look at him. “To what this time?”
His smile was slow, dangerous. “To letting me eat you tonight”
Her breath stilled. “You don’t take hints, do you?”
“Only the ones that sound like maybe.”
His thumb traced her palm, his voice low enough to make her heartbeat trip.
She pulled back, just barely. “Goodnight, Nate.”
He grinned, unbothered. “Night, wife. I’ll ask again tomorrow.”
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When ruthless CEO Dahlia Reyes discovers her boyfriend and her best friend in bed together-and plotting to steal her inheritance—she does the most un-Dahlia thing imaginable.
She drinks too much and wakes up married to a sex worker.
Her “husband,” Nate, is charming, infuriating, and far too comfortable calling her wife. Dahlia’s ready to annul the whole disaster-until she learns she legally can’t for a year.
Desperate to save face (and maybe twist fate in her favor), Dahlia decides to use the fake marriage to her advantage. What she doesn’t know is that Nate isn’t the broke drifter and he's watching her with equal parts amusement and admiration.
Now, between public appearances, the plotting of the evil people ready to ruin their lives, staged affection, and the slow burn of something too real to fake, Dahlia’s carefully built walls begin to crack. And Nate? He’s determined to make sure she falls-for him, for real, and hard.
A story of betrayal, accidental vows, and the slow, intoxicating fall between a woman who doesn’t believe in love and a man who plans to prove her wrong.
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Chapter: Chapter 18: Are you asking me to stay?Nate checked his watch for the fourth time in ten minutes. 11:42 PM.Dahlia still wasn't home.The penthouse was suffocatingly quiet. For the past three days, ever since the night of the gala, Dahlia had been a ghost haunting her own life. She moved with a rigid, mechanical precision.She left before sunrise every morning, often before Nate was even awake, and she returned long after dark looking exhausted. During dinner she barely spoke. Sometimes she didn't speak at all. She would simply sit across from him, stare down at her food, and disappear into her thoughts. It all tracked back to that single, hushed phone call she’d received in the car on the drive home from the hotel. Since then, the icy, formidable CEO had vanished, replaced by an empty shell.The sharp click of the front door front lock echoing through the foyer broke the silence.Nate surged to his feet, turning just as Dahlia stepped inside. The storm outside was raging, and she looked as though she had walked right thr
Last Updated: 2026-07-21
Chapter: Chapter 17: No funny business.Tyler's footsteps were careful and quiet as he crossed the apartment. Every movement was measured,the last thing he needed was to wake Yvaine.The small apartment was dark except for the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. He crouched by the shoe rack and grabbed his designer loafers. As he slipped them on, he immediately felt the familiar pressure around his toes."Shit" he muttered under his breath.The shoes were getting tighter every day. He really needed a new pair, but buying designer replacements wasn't exactly within his budget anymore.His jaw tightened.Those shoes had been a birthday gift from Dahila.The thought irritated him more than it should have. Once upon a time, expensive gifts had been normal. If he wanted something, he got it. If he wanted to travel somewhere, he booked a private suite without thinking twice.Now he was struggling to fit into old shoes.Tyler would rather suffer than wear something cheap. His reputation was already hanging b
Last Updated: 2026-07-20
Chapter: Chapter 16: The CEO is a douchebag.Dahlia marched up the grand staircase, her heels striking the polished marble with sharp, determined clicks. She was annoyed. No. She was furious. For nearly half an hour she had wandered around this gala searching for the Swiss investors, only to be led in circles by that ridiculous man. The more she thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. Someone had definitely sent him. Probably one of the competing corporations hoping to keep her away from the Swiss. Those slimy bastards would absolutely do something like that. The upper floor was quieter than the ballroom below. Expensive paintings lined the walls, and crystal sconces cast warm pools of light across the corridor. At the very end stood a pair of imposing double doors guarded by two security officers. Dahlia straightened her shoulders and approached. "My name is Dahlia Reyes," she said confidently. "I'm here to see the Swiss." The guards looked at each other. Then burst into laughter. "And I'm the president,
Last Updated: 2026-07-19
Chapter: Chapter 15: The rabbit has escaped.The plan was simple. Tim would distract Dahlia and keep an eye on her, while Nate secured the deal with the Swiss. Simple, neat, foolproof. “It sucks” Tim said flatly, arms crossed, a deep frown creasing his face. “It’ll work” Nate replied, adjusting the black mask over his face in the mirror. Tim had made it a personal mission to find flaws in every one of Nate’s plans. Maybe it was principle, or maybe it was payback for being dragged into this whole mess. Nate didn’t blame him- not entirely. Tim cleared his throat, expectant. “You know, this would’ve been nice to know before tonight.” Nate sighed, meeting his friend’s reflection. “I’ll explain later. I promise.” He turned for the door. “Nathaniel Harrington” Tim called, voice sharp But Nate was already gone. “I promise!” he yelled over his shoulder before vanishing into the glittering crowd. Tim dragged a hand down his face. “This plan better work” he muttered. The hallway leading to the Swiss’s private suite was velvet-r
Last Updated: 2026-07-18
Chapter: Chapter 14: We have a situation.The city slid past in ribbons of light - neon smears and streetlamps blurring into a river of gold and silver. Inside the car it felt like they were moving through a liquid painting: the hum of the engine, the soft leather beneath Dahlia’s fingers, and the mild electric fizz of anticipation that always came before something big. The skyline glittered like an audience waiting to be impressed.But Nate wasn’t feeling any of that beauty.As the sleek black car cut through the downtown avenue, his stomach was tying itself into tight, nauseating knots.What if someone recognized him?Sure, he was wearing the mask. Sure, Dahlia’s team had done a good job keeping him out of the spotlight. But this wasn’t just any party. This was his charity gala - the biggest annual event under Harrington Enterprises. Every executive, investor, and news outlet that mattered would be there. The odds of him walking away unseen were about as high as him surviving a plane crash… without the plane.Maybe, he told
Last Updated: 2025-11-09
Chapter: Chapter 13: CEO of Harrington Enterprises It was getting harder to keep this secret from Dahlia.The woman was too smart for her own good - sharp, quick, and somehow always living rent-free in his head.Nate sat in a boardroom, staring blankly at the man talking in front of him. He could see the man’s lips moving but couldn’t hear a single word. His brain was far away, probably still stuck replaying Dahlia’s expression the night before.“Mr. Harrington?”The voice dragged him halfway back to reality. He blinked and looked around the table. Several men in suits were staring at him expectantly.“Mr. Harrington, should we move on with this project?”He blinked again. Oh. Right. He was in a meeting.“Yes,” Nate finally said, forcing his voice steady. “Uh… meeting adjourned.” he muttered, standing abruptly and walking out. The door closed behind him with a soft click, leaving a room full of very confused executives.He loosened his tie and rubbed the back of his neck.Get it together, man.Between pretending to be a house husband
Last Updated: 2025-11-07
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