All Chapters of Flash Marriage To The Billionaire CEO : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The air in the studio turned cold in an instant. Elena froze at the doorway, her pulse thundering in her ears. Her gaze darted from Adrian’s unreadable expression to the glowing tablet in his hand — her secret, her entire double life, now out in the open. For a long, suffocating moment, neither of them spoke. “Adrian…” she began softly, her voice trembling, “I can explain.” He didn’t say a word. He simply looked at her — not with anger, not even disappointment, but with quiet disbelief. The kind that cut deeper than any shout ever could. She took a hesitant step forward. “Please, just let me explain before you think the worst.” “I’m listening,” he said finally, his voice calm but laced with something heavier underneath. Elena swallowed hard. “I started Maison Élitaire years ago — before I met you. Back when I was just… searching for who I wanted to be. It wasn’t suppos

The next few days were a whirlwind.Maison Élitaire’s reveal had shaken the fashion world, but instead of collapsing, the brand had exploded into the spotlight. Orders tripled overnight. Interviews poured in. Every celebrity stylist wanted to dress their clients in Elena’s designs.But the attention was both a blessing and a storm.Everywhere she went, there were whispers. Some called her a visionary; others still said she’d ridden on her husband’s wealth. Yet, despite all that noise, she had never felt stronger.Because for the first time, she was living her truth — no masks, no anonymity. Just Elena Blackwell.That morning, she sat in her office at Maison Élitaire’s main headquarters — a sleek, glass-walled space overlooking the city skyline. Sunlight glowed through the curtains, falling over sketches scattered across her desk.Lila walked in with two cups of coffee, looking both exhausted and thrilled. “Elena, the demand

The morning after the gala broke over the city in a haze of golden light and chaos.The Blackwell mansion was unusually lively for such an early hour. Phones buzzed nonstop, the staff moved briskly through the hallways, and the housekeeper had turned on the TV in the sitting room, unable to resist the unfolding media frenzy.Every channel was playing the same thing — the video of Adrian Blackwell publicly exposing Damien Holt’s corruption at the Luminara Hotel.Elena stood by the kitchen island in her silk robe, coffee cup in hand, as the screen replayed the footage for the tenth time that morning.“—in a dramatic twist at last night’s private investor gala, Blackwell Corporation’s CEO, Adrian Blackwell, confronted rival executive Damien Holt with evidence of forged documents and blackmail attempts. Sources close to the event describe the confrontation as ‘chillingly calm yet devastatingly precise.’”The reporter’s voice buzzed on.

The morning after the Crown Vogue feature went live, the Blackwell residence was far from peaceful. The phone in the kitchen rang nonstop, notifications poured in on every device, and even the household staff whispered excitedly as they passed through the hallways.Elena was halfway through her first cup of coffee when Lila’s name flashed on her phone screen. She sighed. “Here we go again.”“Good morning to you too, superstar!” Lila’s voice was bright—too bright. “Elena, do you even realize what’s happening online right now?”Elena leaned back on the stool, one brow raised. “I assume the world has opinions about the interview?”“Oh, opinions would be putting it mildly,” Lila said dramatically. “Your interview broke Crown Vogue’s digital record overnight. The website literally crashed for a few minutes because of the traffic. And the photos—Elena, people are obsessed. They’re calling you and Adrian the ‘Power Couple of the Decade.’”Elena blinked. “Wait—what?”“Hashtag #BlackwellEmpire

The morning after Elena’s public revelation was unlike any other she’d experienced. The Blackwell mansion buzzed with a subtle yet undeniable energy. Calls poured in nonstop—reporters, fashion houses, magazine editors, and investors. Even Adrian’s PR team was struggling to manage the influx of interview requests and media inquiries.Elena sat by the breakfast table, still in her silk robe, her hair loosely tied in a bun. Her phone kept vibrating with notifications she no longer tried to keep up with. Lila’s messages flashed one after another.> Lila: “Vogue Paris wants you for an exclusive cover story.”Lila: “Milan Fashion Week just reached out. They want you to headline.”Lila: “You’ve officially broken Maison Élitaire’s sales record in less than 12 hours.”Elena took a slow sip of her coffee, exhaling deeply. “This feels unreal.”Adrian looked up from his tablet across the table, his silver eyes glinting with amusement. “Unreal good or unreal overwhelming?”“Both,” she admitted wit