All Chapters of Flash Marriage To The Billionaire CEO : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The sitting room of the Blackwell mansion had never seen anything like Vanessa. She sprawled across the velvet sofa as if she owned it, heels dangling off one armrest, curls bouncing with every animated word. Elena sat beside her, trying to keep her friend’s energy from tearing through the walls, while Adrian lingered in his armchair across from them, watching the scene unfold with the kind of composed silence that made his board members sweat. Vanessa, however, wasn’t a board member. She thrived on chaos. “So,” Vanessa said, snapping her fingers for one of the butlers, “do you have champagne in this palace or do I need to run to the cellar myself?” “Vanessa!” Elena groaned. “What? It’s barely noon, and I flew twelve hours to get here. That’s practically a sacrifice. I deserve bubbles.” She leaned over, poking Elena’s side. “Besides, don’t act like you do

The Blackwell dining room glowed in soft amber light, the kind that made the mahogany table gleam and turned the crystal glasses into prisms. The long table could have seated twenty, but tonight there were only three places set: Adrian at the head, Elena at his right, and Vanessa plopped dramatically into the chair opposite her best friend.The silence at first was almost theatrical. The only sound was the clink of silverware as the butler set down steaming dishes of roasted lamb, buttered vegetables, and a bottle of deep red wine.Elena shifted in her chair. She could feel Adrian’s presence even without looking at him. He had that way of existing—solid, magnetic, filling the room with an aura that commanded attention. He didn’t need to say a word; his silence was louder than most people’s speeches.Vanessa, of course, was immune to silences. She drummed her manicured nails on the table. “Well, isn’t this cozy? A billionaire, his beautiful wife, and her hotter-than-hell best friend. H

The air inside Maison Élitaire seemed to drop a few degrees the moment Clara’s voice sliced through the boutique. Her words dripped with venom, loud enough for the other clients to hear.“Isn’t this Elena?” Clara smirked, her perfectly lacquered nails tapping against the glass counter. “The girl who sold herself to a billionaire just to save her family from bankruptcy?”A collective gasp rippled across the boutique. Heads turned, whispers igniting like sparks in dry grass.Vanessa froze beside Elena, her bubbly smile faltering for the first time that morning. But Elena—Elena didn’t even blink. She slowly turned, her eyes raking over Clara like she was nothing more than gum stuck to her shoe.And then Elena smiled.“Oh, Clara,” she said sweetly, her voice smooth but edged with steel. “You still haven’t learned the difference between a truth and a tantrum. That’s embarrassing—especially for a woman your age.”The mockery in her tone landed squarely, and the small crowd that had begun ga

The mansion was too quiet that evening, and Elena was grateful for it. After the drama at Maison Élitaire and Adrian’s stormy response, she’d spent the past day on edge, half-expecting more scandal, more confrontation. Instead, she found herself in her bedroom, curled up with a glass of juice and a sketchbook on her lap. That was when Vanessa barged in. “Elenaaa!” she sang, throwing herself onto the bed with all the grace of a cat on sugar. “Guess what your favorite fairy godmother has brought you today.” Elena eyed her warily. “Vanessa, every time you say that, it’s either trouble or something illegal.” Vanessa gasped. “Illegal? Please. I only deal in luxury, darling. And today…” She reached into her oversized designer tote with dramatic flair and pulled out a sleek black dildo box. “Ta-da!” Elena blinked. “What is that?” Vanessa smirked. “Your new best friend. A top-of-the-line, re

The house was still buzzing with the aftermath of Kelvin Carter’s visit.Elena sat on the edge of her bed, brushing her hair out of her face with both hands, half-laughing and half-dying of secondhand embarrassment. She could still hear Vanessa’s voice echoing in her skull: “I like Daniel Stone. He’s leagues better than you.”Her best friend was going to get her killed.Vanessa, of course, was unapologetic. She sprawled across Elena’s bed with her legs crossed, scrolling through her phone. “What? Don’t look at me like that. Somebody had to humble Mr. Perfect Actor.”Elena groaned. “Vanessa, that was Kelvin Carter. Kelvin Carter. My favorite actor, Adrian’s close friend—do you even realize what you’ve done?”“Yeah,” Vanessa said with a shrug. “I made him fall in love with me.”Elena’s head snapped toward her. “Excuse me?”Vanessa smirked. “Did you see the look in his eyes? He’s not used to rejection. Men like him — f