All Chapters of Flash Marriage To The Billionaire CEO : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The morning sun had already risen higher, flooding the glass walls of the mansion with soft, golden light that kissed the polished floors and the long dining table where Adrian had just left her. Breakfast had been lingeringly sweet, filled with playful banter and lingering touches, but as soon as he strode off to his home office, Elena’s thoughts began to drift elsewhere. To the other part of her life. The secret one. She padded barefoot across the marble floor, the hem of her silk robe trailing behind her. She bypassed the main hall and the drawing room, heading down a narrower hallway that only a handful of staff were allowed to access. When Adrian had given her free rein of the mansion, she had claimed one of the unused wings, quietly turning it into her private sanctuary—a studio. When she unlocked the sleek black door, the familiar scent of fabric, leather, and faint ink met her. The room was large, modern,

The morning sunlight filtered through the tall drapes, filling the Blackwell mansion with a golden warmth. Adrian had already left for an early meeting, leaving Elena with her coffee and her phone at the dining table. She absentmindedly scrolled through her feed, sipping from the porcelain cup, until a bold headline stopped her in her tracks. “Premium Event Planner Vanessa Hale Spotted Leaving Hotel with International Star Kelvin Ross—New Power Couple?” Elena nearly spilled her coffee. “What?” she muttered, tapping the video thumbnail. The clip started with shaky paparazzi footage. Vanessa, chic in a sleek black dress and oversized sunglasses, was walking quickly toward a waiting car. Behind her, Kelvin followed in his casual but effortlessly stylish way—denim jacket, baseball cap, that star aura he couldn’t hide even when he tried. The moment that made the video go viral, though, was when Kelvin placed a hand at

The drive home from Adrian’s office was unusually quiet. Elena sat beside him, her hands resting lightly on her lap, still replaying the morning’s events in her mind. Adrian had acted unusually clingy, almost like a man who had lost all control, and she hadn’t minded it one bit. In fact, she had loved every second of it—feeding him, sitting beside him, letting him rest his head on her shoulder. The image of his soft, vulnerable expression refused to leave her mind.When they pulled into the Blackwell residence, Adrian glanced at her briefly, silver eyes softer than she’d ever seen.“Let’s eat out tonight,” he said simply, leaning back in his seat. “You’ve spent the whole day tending to me at the office. You deserve a proper night off. We’ll go somewhere exclusive—VIP only.”Elena raised a brow, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “We never go out together like this.”“I like having you to myself,” he said, voice low, deliberate. “Outside the house, outside the office. Away from every

The soft glow of the bedside lamps filled the master bedroom with a cozy warmth. Outside, the city’s hum faded into the distance, leaving only the faint whisper of the wind brushing against the tall windows. Inside, everything was quiet—serene—but there was a gentle kind of electricity in the air that neither Adrian nor Elena could quite ignore.Adrian had just finished brushing his teeth when he stepped out of the bathroom, his damp hair slightly tousled, a faint scent of cedarwood and soap following him. His robe hung loosely around his waist, exposing his toned chest and abs that gleamed faintly under the light. Elena, already under the covers, looked up from her phone—and immediately forgot what she was reading.Her husband looked unfairly good.Elena blinked and quickly tried to look casual, but Adrian caught the faint flush that spread across her cheeks. A knowing smirk tugged at his lips as he approached the bed.“You’re staring again,” he said, voice low and teasing.“I’m not,

The soft hum of the evening filled the air when Elena stepped out of her studio. She had spent the last three hours sketching, surrounded by scattered fabrics, half-finished designs, and color palettes strewn across her large glass desk. The floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city skyline, its twinkling lights reflecting like a canvas of stars.Her fingers were smudged with pencil marks, her hair loosely tied in a messy bun. She exhaled deeply and glanced at the clock. Almost 8 p.m.Adrian would be home any minute.She quickly began tidying up her sketches — drafts for Maison Élitaire’s upcoming winter collection. Each stroke, each line held pieces of her soul. And yet, no one outside of Lila and Vanessa knew that she, Elena Blackwell, was the anonymous genius behind one of the world’s most elite fashion brands.The secret had started as protection — from exposure, from her family’s reputation, from the scrutiny that came with her husband’s name. But sometimes, like tonight, it felt