All Chapters of Flash Marriage To The Billionaire CEO : Chapter 131 - Chapter 138

The morning light spilled into the Blackwell mansion, painting the living room in soft gold. Elena sat on the sofa, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, still feeling the warmth of yesterday’s revelations. Her hand subconsciously rested over her stomach, a protective, tender gesture. The sensation of new life growing inside her was both thrilling and terrifying. Every flutter, every subtle movement reminded her of the enormous responsibility she carried—but also the uncontainable joy. Adrian had already left for the office, a rare early departure for him, even with everything happening at the company. The mansion, normally buzzing with the silent hum of assistants and staff moving quietly, felt unusually empty. Elena sipped her tea, her mind wandering over the events of the past days—the pregnancy announcement, Adrian’s mother’s joyous reaction, and the sudden surge of protectiveness she had witnessed in Adrian. She had felt it even during the night, when he had hovered over her

Elena had barely finished talking with Vivian when her phone buzzed again. She reached for it quickly, expecting Adrian to say he was already downstairs or that he was entering the building. Instead, her heart dropped when she saw the short, clipped message glowing on the screen:Adrian: Something urgent came up. Don’t leave yet. I’ll call you soon.The words were simple, but they carried his usual tone—controlled, composed, but unmistakably strained underneath. Adrian never added don’t leave yet unless the situation was messy. Elena exhaled slowly, her fingers tightening around the phone.Vivian noticed immediately.“Why do you look like someone just stole your sketchbook?” she asked, stepping closer with a dramatic gasp. “Don’t tell me Adrian cancelled date night. Because I will personally call him and—”Elena shook her head. “No… something happened at the company. He said he’ll call soon.”Vivian relaxed a little, then brightened with her usual chaotic supportive energy. “Okay, oka

The silence in Adrian’s office felt strange—thick, like fog trapped behind glass. Elena stood near the door, her pulse fluttering against her throat, watching Adrian closely. He wasn’t pacing. He wasn’t breathing heavily. He was too still.And that was how she knew he was furious.“Adrian,” she whispered, “tell me who it is.”His jaw shifted, a tiny movement, barely there. “Sit.”“I’m not a guest here. Just tell me—”“Elena.”He didn’t raise his voice, but the quiet weight of her name pressed her into the nearest chair, heart unsettled.He took a breath, then leaned back against his desk, the city skyline stretching behind him like a battlefield.“It’s Benjamin.”Elena blinked. “Benjamin… your CFO?”“Yes.”Her stomach twisted.Benjamin was practically family to Adrian. He’d been with Hunt Industries since the early years. He was older, calm, sharp, and one of the few people who could challenge Adrian in a board meeting without losing an eyebrow.“Why?” Elena whispered, disbelief weake

The ride home was silent.Not the comfortable silence that often settled between Elena and Adrian during late-night drives, but a thick, pulsing quiet filled with fear, fury, and unspoken questions.Adrian didn’t look away from the road. His jaw was clenched, the muscles in his forearms tight as he gripped the steering wheel. His eyes—cold, sharp, burning—never blinked. Elena had seen Adrian angry before. She had seen him furious, protective, violent for her sake.But this…This was different.This was a man simmering at the edge of destruction.The streetlights passed across his face in slow stripes, and each one made his expression look more carved from stone.Elena’s fingers curled anxiously. She wanted to speak—ask what they were going to do, reassure him, or simply tell him she was okay—but the moment she parted her lips, Adrian spoke.“Don’t,” he murmured, voice low, controlled, but trembling with rage. “Not yet. Let me get us home first.”She nodded silently.He wasn’t shutting