All Chapters of Flash Marriage To The Billionaire CEO : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The morning that followed the storm felt, in every small way, like a permission to breathe. Sunlight poured through the tall windows of the Blackwell mansion and spilled across the sheets. Elena woke to the soft, steady pulse of Adrian’s breathing and, for a dizzy moment, could not place where she was. Then the memory returned—Daniel, the messages, the ugly noise—and with it a quiet relief so big it made her chest ache. She turned, studying Adrian’s profile in the golden light: sleep-smoothed hair, his jaw relaxed, the faint shadow of stubble she liked to tease him about. The man who could look like a furnace in the boardroom looked almost tender in sleep. She wiped a hand across her face and let herself smile. Daniel was in custody. That fact, blunt and small and huge all at once, unclenched something in her. No more anonymous texts, no more late-night threats. No more watching the world try to turn her into something she was not. Adrian woke as if sensing that shift. His eyes open

The morning light filtered softly through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Parisian suite, brushing against the silk sheets and illuminating the tangled bodies still wrapped in the afterglow of the night before. Adrian stirred, stretching leisurely, the tipsy haze from the champagne still lingering, and his gaze fell on Elena, sleeping peacefully beside him. The warmth of her skin pressed against his chest, the soft rise and fall of her breathing, and the faint curl of her lips as if she were dreaming all combined to make his chest tighten.And yet, as he traced her bare shoulder with a finger, a strange sense of familiarity tugged at the edges of his memory. The sound of her low, involuntary moan as she had shifted in her sleep—the way she arched subtly into him—hit him with an inexplicable recognition. He froze, heart skipping a beat, eyes narrowing slightly as he recalled a night long ago, a fleeting encounter with a woman who had left him both infuriated and obsessed in equal m

The room smelled faintly of cedar and clean linen, nothing like the sterile chill of a hospital. James hated hospitals almost as much as Adrian did, which was why he’d converted the top floor of his private townhouse into something far more exclusive—a doctor’s office that looked more like a luxury penthouse suite than a clinic.Adrian sat in one of the leather armchairs by the tall windows, the skyline behind him, his posture as rigid and composed as ever. He had come straight from a morning meeting, still dressed in a charcoal suit, his tie loosened but his expression unreadable. To anyone else, he looked the same as always: ruthless, controlled, untouchable.But James had known him too long to be fooled.“You’re sleeping again.” James didn’t even try to hide the smirk tugging at his lips as he closed the folder on his lap. He leaned back in his own chair, dark eyes glinting with amusement. “And don’t bother denying it. The bags under your eyes are gone, your mood isn’t lethal, and

The kitchen filled with the heat of more than just the stove. Elena gasped when Adrian’s hands slid firmly along her waist, his grip unyielding as he dragged her closer to the edge of the counter. Her thighs parted instinctively, and she clutched his shirt like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to reality. His mouth was demanding, his kiss deep, stealing her breath, leaving her dizzy.She had imagined this going differently. She had pictured him walking in, blushing at her boldness, maybe a chuckle in disbelief, then dinner, and afterward, she would have seduced him at her pace. But Adrian wasn’t a man who let anyone else control the tempo—especially not her.His lips tore from hers, eyes glinting like molten silver. “You cooked for me dressed like this?”Her heart thudded against her ribs, nerves and desire tangling into one. “I… I thought you’d like it.”“I don’t like it,” he said darkly, his thumb brushing against her hipbone where the thin string of her bikini cut into so

The Blackwell mansion was alive again. After a few quiet days of privacy, the steady hum of daily life had returned—chefs moving about the kitchen with expert precision, maids dusting the endless array of chandeliers and vases, and the soft shuffle of footsteps echoing through the vast halls.Elena sat at the breakfast table in the sunlit dining room, her chin resting on her palm as she lazily stirred her orange juice with a straw. Across from her, Adrian sat with his usual composure, scanning through his morning reports on a sleek tablet while sipping coffee.The aroma of freshly baked croissants and delicate French pastries filled the room, accompanied by the faint sizzling sound of bacon being prepared somewhere behind the kitchen doors.She sighed dramatically, loud enough for him to notice.Adrian’s eyes flicked up from his tablet, one brow raised. “What’s with the sigh?”“You reinstated the staff,” she said in a small, pouty voice, twirling the straw again.“Yes.” His tone was m