All Chapters of Flash Marriage To The Billionaire CEO : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The sun had barely set when Vanessa stood in front of her mirror, questioning all her life choices.Her reflection stared back — sleek black dress, gold hoops, soft curls cascading down her shoulders. It was elegant, tasteful, completely appropriate for dinner. And yet, it felt wrong. Because the moment she thought of who she was meeting, nothing felt appropriate anymore.Kelvin Carter.She groaned softly, pressing a hand to her temple. “Why am I nervous? It’s just dinner. Just dinner.”Her phone buzzed. A message popped up.Kelvin: I’m outside. Don’t keep me waiting, Hale.She rolled her eyes, but her lips betrayed her by curving into a tiny smile. Of course he’d text like that — confident, teasing, impossible. She took a deep breath, grabbed her purse, and walked out.When she stepped outside, a black car was waiting, sleek and polished under the evening lights. Kelvin stood beside it in a dark suit, no tie, top button

The morning hours slipped away quickly, filled with emails, phone calls, and messages from Lila, who was trying to manage the chaos surrounding Vanessa and Kelvin’s rumored romance. Elena tried to stay focused on work, but her thoughts kept wandering back to Adrian’s parting words—“Lunch. Somewhere quiet. Just us.”She knew that tone of his. It was the one that carried both mystery and intention, the same tone that usually led to her heart racing and her schedule forgotten.By the time noon arrived, Elena had already changed twice, unsure of what “quiet” meant in Adrian’s world. A small private restaurant? A lakeside view? Or something extravagant, like the time he rented out a rooftop just for dinner?Finally settling on a soft lilac dress and light makeup, she walked downstairs, clutching her bag.Adrian was waiting by the door, dressed in a crisp white shirt with the top buttons undone and sleeves rolled back, the picture of effortless control.

The sunlight streamed softly through the wide bedroom windows, spilling over the sheets in golden streaks. The curtains swayed lazily with the morning breeze, carrying the faint scent of lavender from the garden below. Elena stirred slowly, her lashes fluttering open to a sight that never failed to make her heart skip — Adrian lying beside her, his arm draped over her waist, his breathing deep and even.For a long, quiet moment, she simply watched him.He looked nothing like the intimidating CEO the world saw every day. In sleep, he looked almost boyish — peaceful, soft, and far too handsome for her sanity. A few strands of dark hair fell over his forehead, and she resisted the urge to brush them away. Instead, she just smiled, tracing her finger lightly along his jawline.“You’re going to spoil me one day,” she whispered playfully, even though he was still asleep.Adrian shifted slightly, the corner of his lips curving upward — as if he’d heard her in his dreams. His hold on her tigh

Morning sunlight slipped gently through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Blackwell penthouse, casting a golden warmth over the living room. Elena sat curled up on the couch, a tablet in her hand and a steaming cup of chamomile tea beside her. The peaceful hum of the city below blended with the low instrumental music she’d put on while sketching.Adrian had left early for a board meeting, but not before kissing her forehead and whispering that maddeningly charming, “Don’t miss me too much.”She had rolled her eyes then — but now, sitting there in the quiet, she did miss him a little. Just a little.Her stylus glided across the tablet screen as she adjusted a dress concept for Maison Élitaire’s upcoming collection. The design was bold, fluid, daring — the kind of silhouette that made headlines without revealing who was behind it.She paused, admiring her work, then smiled faintly. Anonymous or not, people always recognize your art, Lila had told her once.Just as she was about to sav

Morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, warm and golden. The faint scent of coffee drifted through the master bedroom, mingling with the clean, masculine scent that always lingered around Adrian. Elena stirred awake, blinking against the soft light. The other side of the bed was empty — already cold. She sat up slowly, pushing her hair back. It was barely 6:30 a.m., but she could already hear faint murmurs coming from the study down the hall. Her husband was on another early call. Elena slipped out of bed, wrapped herself in one of Adrian’s shirts, and padded barefoot through the quiet mansion. When she reached the study, the door was slightly ajar. Inside, Adrian stood by the window, sleeves rolled up, phone pressed to his ear. His jaw was tight, his posture straight but tense — the kind of tension she recognized instantly. “No,” he was saying, voice low but sharp. “I don’t care about damage control. I want to know how the files left our server. Find out w