Lahat ng Kabanata ng Flash Marriage To The Billionaire CEO : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

The phone buzzed once. Adrian almost didn’t check it. He was still half-asleep, the morning light spilling across the room, Elena’s soft breathing beside him. But something about the timing—the faint vibration at exactly 6:00 a.m.—made him reach for it anyway. The message was from an unknown number. No contact name. No introduction. > You’re looking in the wrong place, Mr. Blackwell. The betrayal isn’t in your company… it’s in your home. For a moment, Adrian just stared at the words. His chest rose and fell slowly, evenly, while his mind raced a mile a minute. It could be spam. A hoax. Another tactic from whoever was behind the data breach trying to rattle him. He’d seen plenty of those before—cryptic threats meant to throw him off balance. But this one was different. This one felt personal.

The next morning dawned gray and quiet, clouds rolling lazily across the city skyline. The soft hum of rain tapped against the windows of the Blackwell penthouse.Elena stirred awake, her fingers brushing against the side of the bed — cold. Adrian was gone. Again.She sat up, blinking sleep from her eyes. On the nightstand lay a small note written in Adrian’s elegant handwriting.> Emergency meeting. I’ll be home early. Don’t go to the office until I call you.— A.She sighed, brushing her thumb over his initials. His tone was calm, but she could sense the weight behind it. Something had shifted — the storm that had been brewing beneath the surface now had direction.Elena slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom. As warm water poured over her, her thoughts wouldn’t stop spinning. Someone was framing her company, trying to drag both of them into something deeper. But why her? Maison Élitaire had no enemies that she knew of — unless the world had mistaken her success for arrogance

The echo of the gunshot still rang in Elena’s ears long after the sound itself had faded.Her heart hammered violently against her ribs as Adrian shielded her body with his, his hand firm on the back of her head, pressing her down behind the heavy couch. The smell of gunpowder and cracked glass lingered faintly in the air, sharp and metallic.“Stay down,” Adrian murmured, voice low but steady. His body was tense, every muscle coiled.Outside, the estate guards shouted orders, the thunder of boots on marble echoing through the hall. A second later, the heavy curtains were drawn, darkening the room, while two guards pushed furniture toward the window.Elena swallowed hard, trying to steady her breathing. “Adrian… are you hurt?”He turned his head slightly, his silver eyes locking onto hers. “I’m fine. You?”“I’m okay,” she whispered, though her hands trembled.Richard Blackwell, calm even in chaos, stood up slowly, dusting glass shards from his sleeve. His face was pale but eerily compo

Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Blackwell penthouse, painting golden streaks across the soft ivory sheets. The world outside was waking up — distant horns, faint hums of traffic, and the low chirp of birds that somehow found their way this high above the city.Elena stirred first. She shifted slightly, her cheek brushing against Adrian’s chest. He was still asleep, his breathing slow and even, one strong arm wrapped around her waist possessively, as if his subconscious refused to let her go even in his dreams.For a moment, she simply lay there, staring at him — at the serene, unguarded expression that very few people ever saw. Her husband, the man who commanded boardrooms with icy precision and had an entire industry wrapped around his name, looked so peaceful like this.“You’re staring,” he murmured without opening his eyes, his voice husky with sleep.She smiled softly. “And if I am?”His lips

The weekend arrived with an unusual calm, a rare reprieve from the chaos that often swirled around the Blackwell mansion. Elena woke early, sunlight spilling across the soft linens and warming the room. She stretched languidly, feeling the familiar weight of Adrian curled against her back. His arm was draped possessively across her waist, his breathing deep and steady — the picture of serenity.She smiled softly, leaning back into him. “Morning,” she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder.Adrian hummed in response, shifting slightly before opening one silver eye. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. “Sleep well?”Elena nodded. “Perfectly. Better than usual, actually.”He smirked. “I’m glad to hear that. You’ve been taking excellent care of me.”“You make it easy,” she teased. “I have to admit, though… you’re impossibly adorable when you’re clingy in the morning.”He chuckled, sitting up slowly and running a hand through his hair. “I am not adorable. I