Flash Marriage With My Rich Husband 소설 & 이야기

"I was crying on the steps. An older woman found me. Grandma Mabel, she gave me a very nice nickname, Lily. And she paid off the four million dollars in cash. But.... But she had a condition, I had to agree to a flash marriage." Audrey froze. Her heart skipped a beat. "Wait, a new nickname? And then you got married? How did it all happen so fast." "Yes," Alura said, rubbing her temples. "It was a contract marriage. I don't even know the man's real name. We registered everything through our lawyers. We have never met face to face. He just sends money to cover my expenses and rent. That is how I afford this place." Audrey’s mind raced. A secret millionaire-- scratch that, probably a billionair

I said while putting down the magazine beside me. “Are you so excited about your marriage that you’re reading articles like that?” He inquired while his eyes gazed at the opened pages. “Why should I be excited about a fixed marriage? I’m checking this magazine because it featured the wedding of Ethan Salcedo! If only you did a good job, I already have the name of my future husband!” “Ethan Salcedo?” I snorted at his inquiry because it was apparent that he was not paying attention to what I said earlier. “Yes, Ethan Salcedo and Juliana Vera. I am sure that you have heard about them. After all, they’re one of the wealthiest in the country.”

Sunny sent a shocked bunny emoji: "A forced marriage turned to love? Haha, do things like that really happen in real life?" "What are her husband's hobbies?" Sheila seemed to remember hearing that Killian liked to play golf and ride horses. "He likes to play golf, ride horses." Sunny: "Such high-class hobbies? Is your colleague rich?" Sheila: "She's considered a little rich now, her husband gives her 50,000in allowance every month." Sunny exclaimed with envy, "That kind of husband must be coaxed, and coaxed well." "But someone so rich probably doesn't lack anything."

he murmured, breaking the spell. His voice dropped to a low, husky tone, sending shivers down my spine. "Two hundred thousand dollars to wear my ring for just two years. Agree to be my fake wife, and the money is yours." My eyes widened, locked onto Hayes's, as shock froze me in place. "What...what?!" I stuttered, my mind racing to grasp the enormity of his proposal. The words echoed in my head like a cruel joke. "How can you even suggest such a thing?" I managed to whisper, my voice trembling. "Marry you, pretend to love you, for money?"

*** FLASHBACK *** "Is that so? You have the courage to say 'We're married' when You let the transfer student flirt with you and called you 'babe' earlier! Then There was a kiss, how happy you were when she did that to you! So if you want me to treat you as my husband, give me respect and shame too! because even we know that it's all just a lie, what will people around us say if they see that you are flirting with someone else? Isn't that embarrassing ?! So don't expect me to take on the responsibility of being your wife if You can't apply that to yourself! " *** END OF FLASHBACK ***

All she wanted was to clear all this mess between her and her husband and continue to live as they were living until now, him not ignoring her but loving her. She remembered how they ended up in this marriage. At first, she did not want to get married to him. And she did not understand why he so badly wanted to get married to her. He just said that she was his. So, she did not wish to get stuck with that arrogant billionaire. But he was the Cain Hutton, and he had his ways. *FLASHBACK*

Of course Adrian Blackwell would vanish at dawn like some phantom CEO with better things to do than acknowledge his new wife. “Figures,” she muttered, swinging her legs to the floor. Her robe slid over her bare shoulders, soft as clouds, but she wasn’t here to enjoy luxury. This marriage wasn’t a fairytale. It was a chess move, and Adrian thought he was the grandmaster. Last night replayed in her mind like a flashing reel: the ex-girlfriend clawing at Adrian on the driveway, shouting about how the marriage couldn’t be real; Elena grabbing him, kissing him hard enough to shut them both up; the bodyguards hauling the screaming woman off. Adrian’s stunned face as Elena dragged him inside and sl

She fiddled with her phone, opening up a tweet that read: “Billionaire Mar cus Stanfield, set to wed Mirabelle Capewood in two weeks instead of her sister, Amanda Capewood.”

Lauren muttered to herself as she watched Alex who was being followed by some people who kept bowing and trying to suck up to him. Then as if they had some telepathy, Alex who had been walking to the front suddenly looked to her side and when his eyes met hers, his eyes flashed with a teasing smile which Lauren understood immediately. Lauren was speechless, she looked at that man and wondered how he had recognised her, then she slapped her forehead. “It's normal for him to recognise you, young missy! He is your husband and it's not like you changed clothes, you only wore a mask!” Lauren scolded herself, then looked up only to realise the hall was too silent.

How did he feel? As she was thinking about it, Christian suddenly held her hand and said firmly, "Who told you I didn’t want to tell everyone that Jessica is my wife? I've been planning our wedding for a long time, and it's going to be a big, unforgettable wedding! I'm ready whenever she wants a wedding." Jessica was almost moved to tears by his sincere words. Her eyes became red instantly. "Take her out!" Christian spat. The bodyguards immediately began to drag Flora out, but she lay on the floor and tightly gripped the floor.