All Chapters of Flash Marriage To The Billionaire CEO : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The morning of the Maison Élitaire showcase arrived like the calm before a storm. Outside the Grand Palais Éphémère, reporters and fashion enthusiasts crowded the entrance, their voices blending into a low, excited hum. The air buzzed with expectation—because for the first time in history, Maison Élitaire’s mysterious founder was no longer a secret.Inside, the backstage area was organized chaos. Models hurried in and out of dressing rooms, stylists adjusted last-minute details, and assistants carried garment bags like sacred treasures. Cameras flashed as journalists from top fashion magazines tried to capture every moment.Elena stood at the center of it all, clipboard in hand, wearing a black tailored jumpsuit that exuded power and poise. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek low bun, and her makeup was simple—soft, elegant, glowing.“Adjust the train on look fifteen,” she said to one of the assistants, scanning the line-up. “And make sure the fabric flow matches the lighting sequence

The sun filtered through the sheer curtains of their Paris suite, golden light dancing across the creamy sheets where Elena still lay wrapped in Adrian’s arms. His breath was warm against her neck, steady and soft, his hold protective even in sleep. The faint rhythm of his heartbeat pressed against her back, grounding her in the tender stillness of the morning.Last night replayed in her mind like a dream—flashes of laughter, clinking glasses, the flash of cameras, and Adrian’s stubborn jealousy that was both ridiculous and endearing. He’d been impossible all night, scowling every time a man so much as said hello to her. And afterward, when they’d gotten back to the suite, he had made sure she remembered exactly who she belonged to—with kisses that burned and whispers that made her heart melt.Now, though, she was just content to stay still. For once, the world wasn’t demanding her attention.Elena stretched slightly, careful not to wake him. She managed to slip out from under his arm

The restaurant Kelvin chose was one of the most exclusive in the city — discreet, candlelit, and famously tight-lipped when it came to celebrity clientele. There were no flashing cameras, no prying fans, just soft jazz, polished crystal, and the faint scent of roses drifting through the air.Vanessa arrived five minutes early. Not because she was excited — of course not — but because she wanted to make sure this “dinner” stayed as professional as he claimed. Her sleek black dress was elegant but modest, her hair pulled neatly into a low bun. Everything about her said I’m here for business.Or at least, that was the plan.Then Kelvin walked in.The man had the audacity to show up looking like he’d stepped straight out of a magazine — crisp white shirt slightly unbuttoned, dark slacks, a jacket casually draped over his shoulder. His confidence filled the room before his words did, and when his gaze landed on her, that easy smile spread across his fa

The next morning, Vanessa was already running late.Her phone had been buzzing nonstop since dawn—calls from Lila, messages from clients, notifications from gossip blogs that refused to let the “Kelvanessa” madness die down. Even her usually calm assistant had looked pale when she arrived at the office, whispering something about photographers waiting outside the building.By the time Vanessa finally made it to her desk, she had already deleted five emails, ignored two interview requests, and gulped down half a cup of cold coffee.“Good morning, Miss Reyes,” her assistant stammered, holding out a tablet. “Your 9 a.m. presentation has been moved to eleven, and, um… Mr. Carter is here to see you.”Vanessa froze mid-sip. “…Who?”“Kelvin Carter.”Her hand slipped, nearly spilling the rest of her coffee. “He’s what?”“He’s—uh—waiting in the lounge. Said it’s urgent.”Vanessa closed her eyes and inhaled slowly, counting to three. Of course he’s here. Because chaos follows him like perfume.

The morning sun filtered gently through the tall windows of the Blackwell residence, casting a warm glow over the living room where Elena sat, cross-legged on the sofa, sipping coffee and scrolling through her phone. The internet was still on fire with Vanessa and Kelvin’s so-called “romance.” The new headline read, “Kelvin Carter and Event Queen Vanessa Hale: Couple Goals or Clever PR?” Elena couldn’t help but laugh as she read the comments. > “They look perfect together.” “I ship them so bad.” “This is the most unexpected but hot pairing ever!” She almost choked on her coffee when she saw a fan-edited photo of Vanessa and Kelvin holding hands at the beach. It was obviously photoshopped, but the image looked convincing enough to make anyone believe they were secretly engaged. “Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head with a grin. The sound of lig