All Chapters of Flash Marriage To The Billionaire CEO : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The first rays of morning light spilled across the villa, stretching their golden fingers over the white walls, terraced gardens, and the sparkling infinity pool. Elena woke to the soft chirping of birds, the gentle hiss of the ocean waves far below, and the warm press of Adrian’s chest against her back. Her eyes fluttered open, blinking at the sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains.Adrian, still half-asleep, murmured something incoherent, his arm tight around her waist. Elena smiled, nestling closer, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her fingers. She’d never imagined mornings could feel like this — quiet, unhurried, and entirely theirs.Finally, she shifted slightly to glance at him. His silver eyes, still heavy with sleep, met hers, and a lazy smirk tugged at his lips. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice rough yet velvety.“Morning,” Elena replied softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Sleep well?”“Better than usual,” he admitted, stretching langui

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the glass walls of their bedroom, painting warm patterns across the cream-colored sheets. Elena stirred slowly, her lashes fluttering open as she turned to the side. Adrian was already gone. The faint imprint of his warmth lingered beside her, along with his distinct scent—clean, expensive, and undeniably his.Her lips curved into a soft smile. It had become a ritual now—Adrian rising early for work, but always leaving a note or message for her. Reaching for her phone, she found exactly what she expected: a short text from him.> Adrian: “Didn’t want to wake you. Breakfast’s ready in the warmer. Don’t skip it, Mrs. Blackwell.”> Adrian: “And wear something light today. I might steal you for lunch.”Elena’s smile widened. She placed the phone down, stretching lazily before sitting up. Life with Adrian had settled into a rhythm—one filled with warmth, laughter, and an intimacy that still managed to surprise her.After a long shower, she slippe

Morning sunlight filtered gently through the sheer curtains of their penthouse suite, painting the room in soft gold. The faint hum of the city below carried a rhythm that was both distant and comforting.Elena stirred awake, the faint scent of Adrian’s cologne clinging to the sheets. His side of the bed was empty, but the lingering warmth told her he hadn’t been gone long. She sat up, the silk strap of her nightgown slipping from her shoulder as her eyes adjusted to the brightness.Her phone buzzed on the nightstand — a flood of notifications, messages, and congratulatory texts from friends, models, and even rival designers.“The Paris show was divine.”“You’ve officially redefined luxury, Elena.”“Maison Élitaire is the talk of Europe right now!”A small smile tugged at her lips. Months ago, she’d hidden behind the name of her brand, content to let the world worship the art without knowing the artist. But now? Now her face was everywhere. The once-anonymous designer was no longer a

The hum of the private jet’s engines filled the cabin as they soared through the clouds, leaving Paris behind. Elena sat beside the window, gazing at the soft expanse of sky. She wasn’t sure whether she was ready to return to the whirlwind waiting back home — press calls, business meetings, interviews, and the ever-growing attention on her brand. Paris had been a dream, but home was reality.Adrian sat across from her, one leg crossed over the other, reviewing reports on his tablet. He looked effortlessly composed — the picture of power and control — yet his gaze would occasionally flicker toward her, softening for a heartbeat before he went back to work.“You’ve been staring out that window for ten minutes,” he murmured, not looking up.Elena smiled faintly. “Just thinking.”“About?”She turned toward him, resting her chin on her palm. “Everything. Maison Élitaire. The Dior deal. Vanessa and Kelvin. Us.”Adrian closed his tablet and gave her his full attention. “All good things, I ho

The next morning dawned bright and calm, sunlight filtering through the tall windows of the Blackwell penthouse. The golden glow danced across the marble floor and landed softly on Elena’s face. She stirred slightly, feeling warmth against her back—Adrian’s arm was draped around her waist, his breath steady and warm against her neck.The memories of the night before came rushing back—the applause, the flashing lights, her speech, and the quiet moment when Adrian had kissed her in front of everyone. It had been one of the proudest moments of her life. But this—waking up in his arms—was her favorite kind of victory.She turned slowly in his embrace, her gaze meeting his half-awake eyes. Adrian’s lips curved into a lazy, sleepy smirk.“Good morning, Mrs. Blackwell,” he murmured, voice deep and husky with sleep.“Good morning,” she whispered, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead. “You didn’t let go of me all night.”“I didn’t plan