Romans & histoires Flash Marriage With The Secret Heiress

I turned up the volume and leaned back in my chair. "Welcome back," the anchor said, shaking her head slowly. "We are following the story that has everyone talking today. Celestine Valancourt, the secret heiress who just married the world's richest man, Lysander Ashcroft, is at the center of a growing scandal. Reports have surfaced that she terminated a pregnancy just weeks after leaving her first husband, billionaire Kier Thornwell. Our panel is here to discuss. Let's start with you, Margaret. What do you make of this?"

"You seem so happy that he's going." Maverick said crossing his arm. "Of course, I am," I replied with a grin. "Why are you happy?" "Because... At the party, we can't stay together or talk to each other that much since we'll be going as Secretary and Boss. I can talk to Ramon instead." I explained. "Why are you guys keeping your marriage Secret anyway?" Ramon asked. "It's just till the revenge plan is over and successful," Maverick replied and I turned to him in surprise.

Blood instantly started flowing from my mouth. "This is what happens to people who destroy families!" Claire's voice trembled with rage. "I want my fans to see how shameless someone like you really is!" It all happened so fast that my mind went blank. "You're lying! I'm Thomas' wife! You're the mistress!" I yelled back through the pain. "Lies! Our family doesn't have a daughter-in-law like you!" Margaret was the first to shout in response. Thomas and I had been secretly married, and no one outside the family knew. Margaret had wanted me out so Claire could marry into the family, so there was no way she would stand up for me.

"Grandma… I'm sorry. I should've come back sooner. From now on, I'll do everything you ask." "All I ask is for you to be well," she said softly, her eyes full of pain and kindness. She meant it. Knowing I was returning, my room had already been stocked full—luxury watches, brand-name clothes, designer shoes stacked high. But none of that interested me. All I could think about was how to make Cassidy pay. And then, my phone lit up. [Wedding's on the 9th next month. Everyone's invited!] It was a message in the class group chat. The sender was none other than Cassidy, who'd skipped our engagement party to take her lover's child to the hospital. The same woman who'd been cheating on me for six y

“This isn’t just damage control anymore. This is a message. To him. To everyone.” A knock interrupted us. Peter stepped in, tablet in hand. His expression was unreadable. “It’s begun,” he said, offering the device. Lucien rose and took it. I leaned forMonroe, heart hammering. The headlines were already popping up like wildfire: “CEO Lucien Wolfe Shocks Industry with Secret Heir Reveal” “Who Is Isla Monroe? The Woman Behind the Wolfe Legacy” “Romance, Scandal, and Power Plays—The Wolfe Family Drama Unfolds”

Doesn’t just sell clothes. It ties our company’s multi-billion-dollar partnership to her. And without that face, those eyes, that “It Girl” persona, the marketing sinks and fast. The fine print says if I don’t marry her by the fiscal deadline, the entire agreement collapses, and I don't get to keep her face... We started it with those face, everyone expects to always see the face. Our competitors will take over, and the Caelum legacy goes with it. I don't have any issue with a personal company, I have mine actually, but this one is the legacy.

And even though he still looked at her like he wanted her to rot in hell, his grip loosened, and she had to agree that he made a lot of sense. No one still knew of their marriage, and the last way they needed people to find out was a divorce scandal following it. With the new rise of her fame, the media was going to go after such a story as sharks who smelled blood. She didn't need that. Her Noah didn't need that. He smiled the moment he saw comprehension fill her eyes, and it was her turn to look at him with scorn, "damn you, Ronan." she spat. And finally pulling her hand completely out of his grip, she pushed him out of her way and fled before he could follow her again.

he asked. Livia stepped forward quickly. “Her friend posted it,” she said. “We checked the page. It’s real. He looked back at the phone. Another pause. “She didn’t contact anyone,” her stepmother added. “She just left.” Flash. That day. Elara standing in his office. Asking. Trying to speak. “You are not the heir.” His own voice. Cold. Dismissive. “Leave.” Back to now. His fingers tapped lightly against the table.

Sheila had thought all night and decided it was best to move out first. However, just as she came downstairs, her phone pinged—a trending topic notification. #Breaking! Ford CEO entered a secret contract marriage with his female secretary two years ago, with terms indistinguishable from a sugar daddy agreement!