All Chapters of Flash Bride To The Villain CEO: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 31 DAWSON’S POV High school summer camp. I was a sophomore with more enemies than usual; nobody wanted to be my friend, and I didn’t want anybody to be. Who would want to be friends with the guy who threatened his private high school mates that he had what it took to bomb them all in their sleep? Nobody. Except for Sophia Waje; she didn’t just push past the walls I had built; she saved me and stuck with me through the days spent at camp. I made her a childish promise to become her husband after she jumped into the river to save me from drowning. I was more hated than I was feared back then. Only after the stunt did I become feared; I hunted down every single one of the crew behind my accidental fall into the river. They soon realized I wasn’t bluffing with the claim that I could bomb them all. Something I planned to do on prom night if I hadn’t skipped to attend a business meeting. I knew who I was and what I wanted to be as a kid, and I’ve worked endlessly towar

Chapter 33 MILA’S POV It’s been five hours since I hosted a witch for dinner and I regretted it. I’m partially upset that I chose to make dinner when we could have spent the night fine on pizza or whatever takeout is on the menu. As repulsed as I am by this person, I’m still worried about her and concerned for her health. Only because I’m a decent human being is the reason why I’m curious for an update regarding her wellbeing. I dialled on Dawson’s number. He picked on the first ring. “She’s fine,” was the first thing he muttered. “Her condition is stable now and she’s asleep.” “Oh.” Was all I could mouth in return when I’m wondering why he’s choosing to stay with her when he could come back home to get some rest himself. “Listen, I never got to finish my dinner and I’m hoping to come back to it, but I’ll need you to help me pack it up and preserve it. Okay?” Okay that took me aback. He must’ve enjoyed what he tasted to want to come back to it; my cooking skills that is.

Chapter 35 MILA’S POV It was past noon before we got to Rhea’s place, not much time could be spent with her before we rode off to the café I was meant to meet with my mother. Rhea even suggested that she come with me, an offer I declined because it’s no big deal and there’s no need for emotional support. It was past two pm by the time we arrived at the café joint, my gaze zeroed into the building and I spotted her by a table near a corner. “I think it’ll be better if you get a table, this might or may not take long,” I told Kent before I walked away from him. Three years ago, I watched her get sentenced for a crime she never committed and my mother was taken away from me through my father’s cruel schemes. She escaped and did not think I was worth returning to. This will definitely take long. “You’re here.” I flashed her a friendly smile to warm up any form of underlying tension before I settled into the seat opposite her end. “And you're a bit behind.” She returned the

Chapter 37 MILA’S POV The table was verbally silent, only the sound of our cutleries teaming up with our mouth to give dinner a specific chewing justice. Not a single word has been said by anyone to interrupt this meal and that lowkey makes me glad. I glanced at my husband and found him simply staring at his meal, his hands were laid over his thighs rather than actively feeding him. I wanted to say something, but I refuse to be the pin that drops into this very much wanted silence. “I would like for you and my daughter to get a divorce, Mister Briggs,” Michael muttered ever so politely it’s making me reconsider the idea of prosecuting him for being the one who interrupts the silence. Albeit, the request was directed at Dawson, who either didn’t hear—which is impossible because Michael’s voice was clear enough—or he’s pretending, and doing a perfectly believable job of the latter. He’s not even trying to show that he acknowledged what was said. “Mila, you’re to return to

Chapter 39 MILA’S POV Sometimes I make questionable decisions and that’s something I need to correct about myself. Steven was on his own, it was I who decided yes—I’m going to check on a weirdo even after he’s supposed to stay cut off for good. Well, after today, he already established himself as a company that’s not meant to be kept. “Did he threaten you with a knife or said something scary?” Kent was still hung to the way I dashed out of the room and out of the house. I just wanted to be as far away as I can possibly get away from him. “You know I thought he was like the normal one out of them all, but turns out his own creepiness is just as sinister. He’s acting like he was obsessed with me!” I sighed and shook my head. That man is not right in the head. He knows I’m married to his brother and still thought to say those things to me. They’re all the same, not a single one is better than the other. That family is crawling with creep-lords and monsters with the face of an an