Dumping My Ex To Flash Marry The Untouchable Ceo Novels & Stories

Mandy's hands trembled as she tore open the envelope. Her heart pounded in her chest, a sickening mixture of dread and curiosity swirling in her stomach. The paper felt heavy between her fingers as she unfolded it, revealing a neatly folded newspaper inside. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to open it and see what horrible surprise awaited her this time. The headline screamed at her: **"The Divorced and Rejected Wife of the Famous Billionaire Ramsey Wendel is Getting Married to the Norton's Cleaner, Dwight Cullen."**

The apartment smelled faintly of his cologne, of roasted coffee beans, of the kind of rare, fragile peace they had managed to carve out for themselves the past few nights. Her notifications, however, told a different story. “The Blackwell marriage seems to be going well?” “The most ruthless CEO seen hand-in-hand with his ex-wife.” “Isla Montgomery and Lucian Blackwell: Reunion or convenient PR stunt?” The headlines blurred into one another, the photos were sharper than knives. One of them captured the moment last night when Lucian had leaned down and tucked a stray curl behind her ear during the fireworks. Another showed the way his hand had been pressed to the small of her back as they ente

I knew who he meant. Dante Laurent. The man I once married. The man I had once waited years for. The man who turned cold after the vows were exchanged, like love had been bartered and buried under his empire. I pressed the letter to my lips. "You okay?" Everett’s voice drifted in gently from the kitchen. "He knows," I said. "About everything." Everett stepped into the doorway, his brow tight. "Are you going to see him?" "I don’t think I have a choice."

Heat flared up her neck. Nate’s smirk returned, small and satisfied. When their number was finally called, Dahlia stood so fast her chair squeaked. “Finally.” “Don’t be shy, sweetheart,” Nate teased as they walked toward the door. “I will kill you Nate” she muttered. Inside the office, a short man with graying hair and thin glasses looked up from behind a desk. “Good morning. I’m Mr. Roger. How can I help you two?”Dahlia strode forward and slapped their marriage certificate onto the desk. “We want a divorce. Now.”

“I’ve taken care of everything else. But the dress… you have to choose yourself. After all, you only get married once.” His tone carried a note of certainty and anticipation that made Cecilia’s heart clench. Once? But this isn’t a real marriage… Is he… not thinking that way? She opened her mouth, almost blurting out, This is fake! Just then, a large electronic billboard flashed by outside the window. Financial news cycled through: SCA Group will welcome a new CEO. The inauguration ceremony is set for the 16th of this month… “Your boss is being replaced,” Cecilia remarked with forced lightness. “The sixteenth—that’s our wedding day. Perfect timing. Everyone at your company will be too busy wi

"We raised you just to have you steal a life that wasn't yours, and now you want to destroy my biological daughter?" She and Frank each grabbed one of my arms, dragging me toward the dark basement. That was where the family kept traitors. "Reflect on your sins in the holding cell! You're staying there until Marco and Bella’s wedding is over! I won't have your bad juju cursing the church!" I clawed desperately at the iron door, breaking my fingernails until they bled. "I’ll cancel the engagement... I won't ruin the wedding! Just get me to a hospital... my stomach hurts..."

Gosh, being in front of so many people could be fucking exhausting. Enzo was still outside and I was guessing he was issuing out instructions to the workers to make things easy for me. Just then, my phone started vibrating, buzz after buzz, drawing my attention. I lifted the device to my eye level and my eyes widened when I stared at the notification. Jasver Chadwick's supposedly dependent ex–wife transforms into the CEO of the Armani Conglomerates, now overseeing a number of companies. Attached to the post was a picture from when I was in the hall, watching Enzo announce me as the CEO.

I started cleaning while he remained in his seat, sitting comfortably. “You can wait in the parking lot,” I said. “I’ll wait here,” he said. I stood in front of him. “Julian, we agreed not to let the public know we’re married,” I said. “Then let them think I’m going home with a wh*re.” His choice of words struck my heart again. I tried to set my hurt aside. “And are you okay with that?” I asked, trying to hide my pain. “With people saying that a billionaire tycoon is bringing a wh*re home?”

What happened today was enough already. I had bigger problems to deal with. Like someone Ruthlessly Manipulative. Damien Knight Castillo. He must be so angry. *********** I arrived at the penthouse finally. I was so scared and at the same time I felt angry. Extremely angry and used. He deliberately did not tell me about his marriage. I was sure of it. Stepping inside the room with all lights turned off, I was about to unzip my dress when my eyes unconsciously went to the couch in the corner and my hands froze mid-air.

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.