All Chapters of Flash Marriage To The Billionaire CEO : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The morning haze drifted through the wide glass windows, painting everything in soft shades of gold and cream. Elena stirred first, blinking against the sunlight that poured lazily into their bedroom. For a moment, she just lay there—listening to the faint hum of the city far below, the gentle rhythm of Adrian’s breathing beside her, and the serene quiet that filled the air.Her gaze moved to him, still fast asleep, the sheet resting low on his waist. His hair was tousled, his jaw shadowed faintly, and his skin glowed with the kind of effortless perfection that made her heart skip. Even in sleep, Adrian Blackwell looked impossibly composed.She rolled onto her side, chin resting on her hand as she studied him. It had become a silent ritual of hers—watching him like this. No suits, no guarded expressions, no business calls, just him. The man who somehow made her feel both loved and undone at the same time.When his lashes fluttered and those familiar silver eyes cracked open, Elena fro

Morning sunlight spilled through the sheer curtains, bathing the Blackwell bedroom in warm gold. Elena stirred beneath the silk sheets, her lashes fluttering as she blinked against the brightness. The faint scent of coffee and cedarwood drifted through the air—Adrian’s scent.When she turned, she found him already awake, sitting up against the headboard, shirtless, his laptop balanced on his lap. The light hit his skin perfectly, tracing over the sharp planes of his chest and shoulders. His hair was slightly tousled, and his expression, as always, was focused and unreadable.“Morning,” she murmured, voice soft and still laced with sleep.He looked down at her and smiled faintly, closing his laptop. “Morning, Mrs. Blackwell.”“Work again?” she teased, propping herself up on her elbow.He tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting with amusement. “You make it sound like a crime.”“It is, if you’re supposed to be resting,” she sai

The morning light filtered through the curtains like a soft, golden veil, warming the sheets tangled beneath them. She felt it before she fully woke—the weight of Adrian’s arm curled around her waist, the steady rise and fall of his chest against her back, the warmth he radiated like a furnace built just for her.For a moment, she didn’t move. She simply breathed him in.His breath brushed her neck, slow and even, but the soft whisper of his voice shattered any illusion that he was asleep.“You’re awake,” he murmured.She smiled, eyes still closed. “So are you.”His fingers traced lazy circles on her stomach, sending a trail of sparks skittering across her skin. “Couldn’t sleep,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Not when I have you to look at.”She rolled onto her back, meeting his gaze. Morning Adrian was always more dangerous—hair slightly messy, voice rough with sleep, eyes soft in a way he never let anyone else see. Only her.“What’s wrong?” she asked quietly. It was

The ride to the pharmacy was supposed to be simple—quick, quiet, calm. But Elena soon realized nothing was ever calm when Adrian Blackwell was involved, especially when he suspected she might be carrying his child. The moment they stepped into the car, Adrian had already texted his driver, canceled two meetings, and rescheduled a board call as if this were an international emergency.“Adrian, it’s just a test,” she said as he buckled her seatbelt for her, fingers lingering on her waist longer than necessary.“It’s not just a test,” he replied. “It’s potentially the first confirmation of our future child.”“You’re being dramatic.”He shut her door gently, then circled around to his side. “I’m being prepared.”“You’re being insane.”“And you’re—possibly—pregnant.”She huffed and turned away, but her cheeks heated. Every time he said the word pregnant, her stomach flipped. Not with nausea this time, but with nerves, anticipation, something electric and terrifying all at once.Adrian sett

The moment Adrian processed the truth, the world inside him shifted—slowly at first, then completely. His breath trembled, his chest rose unevenly, and he looked at Elena like she was carrying the sun itself inside her.A baby.Their baby.His and Elena’s.He didn’t move for a long time. He just stared at the test in his hand, as if afraid that blinking would erase the words he’d read.Then he looked at her.“Elena,” he whispered again. Her name came out soft, reverent, full of emotions he could barely contain. “Come here.”She was already in his arms before he fully opened them. He lifted her slightly, settling her gently against his chest, holding her so carefully as if she was made of delicate glass—and yet with a desperation that showed he never wanted to let her go.Her eyes were still teary, her cheeks flushed. She looked up at him with a trembling smile. “I’m really pregnant.”His breath caught again.“You’re carrying my child,” he whispered, voice deep, almost broken. His thum