All Chapters of Flash Marriage To The Billionaire CEO : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

14 Chapters

Chapter 1 – The Proposal

Rain lashed against the windows, turning the glowing skyline into a smear of silver and black. Elena Carter sat frozen at the corner of the bar, an untouched glass of Merlot trembling between her fingers.Three years.Three years of stolen kisses, whispered promises, and plans for the future — shattered in one brutal moment. She had walked in early, a take-out coffee in one hand, only to find her boyfriend of three years tangled in bed with her best friend.The betrayal tasted metallic on her tongue, bitter as the wine she finally threw back in one gulp. She laughed under her breath — cold, sharp, humorless. “To hell with love,” she muttered, setting the glass down with a thud.Her phone buzzed with a message from her mother: Don’t forget, dinner at seven. The man I told you about will be there. He’s from a good family and he's reliable. Don’t be late.Reliable. Safe. Exactly what she needed, right? A husband without romance, without heartbreak. A name on paper, a man who wouldn’t mak

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Chapter 2 – The Devil Buys a Ring

The rain hadn’t let up by the time Elena followed Adrian out of the restaurant. His driver — a man in a dark suit with the build of a bodyguard — held an umbrella over him, barely sparing her a glance before ushering them both toward a sleek black Bentley parked at the curb.Elena hesitated at the door. “This is insane.”Adrian opened it with a cool glance. “So is marrying a stranger. Get in.”Her pulse kicked up a notch. She slid into the plush leather seat, inhaling the faint scent of expensive cologne and new car. Adrian settled beside her, composed as ever, like this was an ordinary Tuesday night errand rather than an impromptu engagement.“Where are we going?” she asked again, folding her arms.“To buy you a ring,” he said simply, tapping his phone. “If I’m going to marry you tomorrow, we’ll do it properly.”“Tomorrow?” Elena nearly choked. “Don’t you think this is a little fast?”Adrian’s gray eyes slid toward her, cool and unreadable. “You’re the one who proposed, Elena. I don’

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Chapter 3 – A Devil at the Door

The Blackwell estate didn’t just sit on the hillside — it dominated it. Three levels of glass and steel jutted out over the valley below like a fortress daring the world to come closer. Elena had driven past it before, back when she’d been a girl with more ambition than sense, and wondered what sort of man needed to build something like this.Now she knew.The Bentley purred up the driveway. Iron gates taller than most buildings swung inward without a sound, as though reality itself parted at Adrian Blackwell’s command. Elena rolled her eyes. Of course. Subtlety clearly isn’t his thing.“This is home?” she asked finally, her tone dry enough to scratch glass.“For now,” Adrian said, still scrolling on his phone. “Until I decide otherwise.”Elena tilted her head, studying his profile. “Does everything in your life expire that quickly? Homes, cars… wives?”He didn’t glance up. “Only if they stop being useful.”Elena smirked. “Then I suppose I’ll have to stay endlessly entertaining.”The

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Chapter 4: His Feisty Little Wife

The flashbulbs hit Elena like a firing squad. Even through the tinted window of Adrian’s Bentley, she could see the press crowding the velvet ropes outside the Blackwell-owned restaurant. Reporters barked questions as though they could claw through glass.“Smile,” Adrian said from beside her, sliding his phone into his jacket. His tone wasn’t a suggestion. “If you want to make it out of this car without a scandal in tomorrow’s paper, you’ll smile.”Elena turned her head slowly, meeting his cool gray eyes with a look that was anything but sweet. “I don’t do tricks on command,” she said. “I’m not your performing poodle.”His lips curved — not in amusement, but in warning. “Then consider it a command to protect your parents. They’re already inside.”That landed like a dart. Elena forced her nails into her palm to keep from flinching. “Fine. I’ll smile. But not for you.”The chauffeur opened her door, and the storm broke. Dozens of cameras, the crackling static of shouted questions, the r

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Chapter 5 – Claiming What’s Mine

The Bentley rolled up the long driveway of the Blackwell estate, rain still streaking the windshield, each drop catching the lights from the towering gates. Elena’s heels clicked sharply against the polished stone as she stepped out, the chill in the air mixing with the heat rising in her chest. After the whirlwind of the courthouse wedding, she thought she might finally catch her breath, but something told her the night wasn’t done.Adrian stepped out before her, hands tucked casually in the pockets of his perfectly tailored suit. “Watch your step,” he said, voice calm, gray eyes scanning the driveway.Elena smirked. “I don’t need your warnings, Mr. Blackwell.” She was about to step toward the door when her pulse spiked — a presence at the entrance had stopped her mid-step.Standing there was a woman who radiated indignation. Perfectly dressed, arms crossed, lips tight in outrage. Adrian’s ex. The popular model who Adrian embarrassed publicly before they broke up. And she was glaring

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Chapter 6 – Lines in the Sand

Elena woke the next morning with sunlight splashing across the massive bedroom’s glass walls. The Blackwell estate was quiet, too quiet for her taste. No early-morning clatter of maids in her family’s home, no familiar hum of her mother’s favorite radio station—just silence, expensive and cold.She sat up in the king-sized bed, glaring at the other side. Empty. Of course Adrian Blackwell would vanish at dawn like some phantom CEO with better things to do than acknowledge his new wife.“Figures,” she muttered, swinging her legs to the floor. Her robe slid over her bare shoulders, soft as clouds, but she wasn’t here to enjoy luxury. This marriage wasn’t a fairytale. It was a chess move, and Adrian thought he was the grandmaster.Last night replayed in her mind like a flashing reel: the ex-girlfriend clawing at Adrian on the driveway, shouting about how the marriage couldn’t be real; Elena grabbing him, kissing him hard enough to shut them both up; the bodyguards hauling the screaming wo

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Chapter 7: Community Husband

Elana had barely slept a wink.The morning sunlight streamed across the luxurious bedroom, but the brightness did nothing to ease the knot in her stomach. She rolled over, glaring at the spot beside her — cold and empty. Adrian was already gone. Again.She pushed the sheets aside and padded barefoot to the window. Down below, a few black-suited men were unloading crates from a truck — bodyguards, assistants, drivers. Always moving. Always working. Adrian Blackwell never stopped, and now she was married to that relentless machine.Elana groaned, raking a hand through her tangled hair. What kind of husband vanishes at dawn without even leaving a note?Her phone buzzed on the nightstand.Unknown number: Check the morning news, Mrs. Blackwell. Your husband’s making headlines again.Elana’s eyes narrowed. She grabbed the remote and flipped on the giant flat-screen mounted opposite the bed. A slick news anchor’s voice filled the room.> “—spotted last night outside the Blackwell Group headq

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Chapter 8 — A Dangerous Game

Elena didn’t even wait for the elevator. She stalked down twenty flights of stairs, fury fueling every step. By the time she reached the lobby of Blackwell Tower, her hair clung to her forehead, and her pulse hammered like she’d just run a marathon.Adrian Blackwell was impossible. Infuriating. Smug. And — she bit back the thought — far too good at making her pulse do stupid things.The valet rushed forward. “Mrs. Blackwell, let me get the—”“I’ll drive myself,” Elena snapped, sliding into the sleek black Aston Martin Adrian had insisted on assigning her. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate the car — it was that she hated owing him anything.She jammed the key in and roared out of the garage.******By the time she reached the Blackwell mansion, her temper had only gotten worse. Victoria’s smug little smirk replayed in her head like a bad song on loop.She pushed through the front doors and nearly collided with one of Adrian’s aides, a nervous man clutching a tablet.“Mrs. Blackwell!

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Chapter 9 — Shadows and Sparks

The Bentley glided through the rain-slicked streets, tires slicing through puddles that reflected the city lights like shattered mirrors. Elena gripped the edge of her seat, jaw tight, pulse racing. Every block brought her closer to the unknown threat, and yet she couldn’t help the thrill mingling with her anger. Adrian had underestimated her if he thought she would sit idly by while someone dared touch her—or him.“Slow down, Elena. You’ll regret driving like that,” Adrian’s calm voice cut through the hum of the engine. His eyes remained on the road, gray and unyielding, but there was a faint edge to his tone that warned her he was aware of her intensity.“I’m not worried about speed,” Elena snapped, leaning forward. “I want answers. Who’s behind this?”Adrian’s jaw tightened, the only movement betraying the storm behind his composed facade. “Someone who doesn’t understand boundaries. Someone who thinks they can get to me through you.”Elena’s li

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Chapter 10: Quiet Tensions

Elena stood by the grand window of the Blackwell estate, arms crossed, staring at the perfectly manicured gardens below. The sunlight made the marble floors glint, but it did nothing to warm her mood. She had spent the morning sketching, designing pieces for her upcoming collection, her pencil scratching across the page like a silent rebellion. Her secret was safe—her brand, adored by millions, remained anonymous. Only Lila, her manager, knew the woman behind it. Adrian Blackwell, cold, meticulous, and excruciatingly irritating, had no clue. And she intended to keep it that way.“Up early,” a voice said from the doorway, clipped, indifferent.Elena didn’t turn. “Someone has to notice the sunrise,” she replied dryly.Adrian’s shoes clicked against the marble, closer now. He stopped a few feet behind her, hands in his pockets, posture perfect, expression unreadable. “Or someone has nothing better to do.”Elena finally turned, arching an eyebrow. “Careful, Mr. Blackwell. That could be ta

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