Romans & histoires Dumping My Ex To Flash Marry The Untouchable Ceo

Instead, I stand there stiffly, my fists clenched at my sides trying to control the rage that’s boiling in my veins. Kate had walked into my office earlier, slamming that tablet down in front of me with an expression that said ‘you need to see this’. The documentary was everywhere, the headline hitting me like a slap across the face: Ex-Drug Dealer’s Secret Contract to Marry Montclair CEO. The words felt like they burned into my skin.

"You almost got me killed. Do you think this just ends here?" Isolde's voice remained calm, the threat unmistakable. "The 700,000,000 dollars from the auction will be paid by you. Transfer the money to my account within a week. Otherwise, this paternity test report will land in front of Alan. Tell me then, will the marriage certificate you just received still be worth anything, or will it turn into scrap paper?" Sandra screamed, "You wouldn't dare!"

Oh well, as if I could still say no to that, I already signed the agreement. I am MoonLeigh Fuentes, and because of poverty, I agreed to marry my cold-hearted boss and eventually become his wife without even thinking if I would regret that choice in the end. Without knowing that it would change my life forever.

I affirmed, extending my hand across the desk. Zack shook it firmly, sealing our agreement. “Good,” he stated simply. “We’ll proceed as planned.” Exiting his office, I felt a mixture of apprehension and grim determination. The path ahead was fraught with uncertainty, but it was a path I had chosen. This marriage, however unconventional, was my means to an end—an end that promised not just financial security, but the opportunity to uncover the truth behind my parents’ deaths.

In no time phones were out everywhere as flashes popped like gunfire. “You are treating her like a piece of trash because you think you will marry her, right?” I asked in a low and deadly voice. “What if I say this marriage won’t be holding anymore? What if I tell my father and grandfather that you paid four million to have her as your wife? What if I tell everyone that you bought her because you need a wife by forty-five to unlock the trust shares? Should I tell them? You know they will kick you out of that same company you’ve been dying to have.”

“Hello, Miss Ellie Hunt. I'm Zackary Walton, your ex's uncle and Rex City's infamous lecher. We are married now.” I stared at his outstretched hand. Was this man insane? I said coldly, “Get to the point.” “That's how we were supposed to meet that night, Ellie.” His smile faded slightly. “You would have known who you married. It was supposed to be your choice to stay.” The words caught me off guard. Slowly, I reached out and shook his hand. He pressed my fingers lightly, then put on another ridiculous smile. “You must be delighted to marry me. A marriage without a proper wedding, almost like a business transaction.”

“Wait... so Isabella is actually the third party?” “I knew something about her felt fake.” “She always acted too perfect.” “That’s honestly disgusting.” “And her agent too. I never liked her.” “I’m seriously angry right now.” “I have never seen someone this shameless before.” “And CEO Ashford too.” “What exactly is wrong with him?” “He cheated during marriage. That’s unforgivable.” Her messages continued arriving one after another without pause. Then another appeared. “Why haven’t you divorced him yet?” I stared at those words silently for a long time.

My boyfriend, Sean Conway, tells me he wants to get married and asks me to wear a wedding dress to the company's annual party. I think he's finally going to propose. So I show up in the most beautiful wedding gown I can find, bouquet in hand, and confess my love to him in front of the entire company. Suddenly, his sweet, innocent-looking secretary, Hannah Sloan, storms over and dumps an entire cup of coffee on me. "You shameless, ugly bitch! Just because you landed a nine-figure deal, you think you can steal my husband? You slut! Keep running your mouth, and I'll shut it for you!" Sean has always been a stickler for the rules, but instead of standing up for me, he accuses me of violating

A few seconds later, however, another notification appeared. I got up and walked over to read it, my stomach tightening as I opened the message. [Where are you? Why are you ignoring my calls? Answer me, Evelyn.] Before I could decide whether to respond, another message appeared beneath it. [You’re a cheap whore, you know that? Our marriage is falling apart, so now you’re trying to cling to my uncle. Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing.]

along with my relatives and friends, were stunned by the father's identity. The TV station had just aired the exclusive interview with Colt. A heir worth hundreds of billions, a regular in financial and influential-people magazines, shockingly handsome, absurdly rich, unmarried, and without a single scandal. This "ultimate catch" had just fired the fantasies of thousands of women, and the next day came the terrible news that he was getting married and becoming a father. Every society lady who had long been trying, or was about to try, to snag him was now out of luck. Before long, I imagined, voodoo dolls bearing my name and stuck with silver needles would be tucked beneath countless pillows.