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Flash Marriage To My Secret Billionaire

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1096    |    Released on: Today at 14:17

who ran the place, a sharp-eyed woman named Mrs. Gable, was visibly impressed by Finley's status as a Columbia

loved the narrative sweep of history, found her rhythm quickly. She wasn't just reciting dates; she was tellin

ttle and scrolling through her phone. A few spam texts had come in-one offering

ted the other unfamiliar numbers, and hit "Block and

ew texts from him. In her quick, irritated sweep, his number, saved just the day before, was just ano

back to her lesson plan, completely unaware that sh

looking the Pacific Ocean, Garrison Strickland was not paying attention

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rst day is

n. But the message status benea

nt. Delive

probably. He exited the messa

aight to a cold, automated voice. The

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been

wered the phone, his knuckles white as he gripped it. Marri

s cousin's demeanor. The air around Garrison had dro

angerously quiet. "My

read across his face. He stifled a laugh, which qu

sharp spike of fear. She was in trouble. Dozier. Her

said to the room, his voice a low command. He walked out onto the adjoining

's phone. Now. And have our team check the security

right Minds" building. The street cam footage, grainy but clear, showed her through the front win

n't in

e had blocked

g: confusion. Why? Had she found something out? Impossible. His tracks were covered. Was it becaus

the situation, was intolerable. He, a man who could move markets wi

f it all crashing down on him. He cou

on. One deeply, profoun

h. He pitched his voice to sound like "Gary

quest, but I seem to have... misplaced Finley's number. My ph

nce on the other end. "Of

knew by heart. He hung up, his jaw tight wit

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rying to keep a

ard when her phone buzzed. A m

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ran cold

went to her block list. There, nestled betwee

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felt like the world's biggest idiot. She quickl

thought you were a spam call! I was cleani

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back and replied f

you weren't trying to g

asing in the words, the playful undertone, made her cheeks

flustered and embarrasse

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Flash Marriage To My Secret Billionaire
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“Finley's stepfather gave her a sickening ultimatum: marry her predatory stepbrother Shane tonight, or he would throw her fragile mother out on the street. To escape this hell, she used a matchmaking agency and hastily married a complete stranger. Garrison Strickland claimed to be an ordinary data analyst making $95,000 a year, driving a beat-up Honda Civic, and needing a wife in name only. They got their marriage license at City Hall that very afternoon. But when Finley returned home to pack her bags and threw the certificate on the table, her family just laughed. Dozier ordered Shane to drag her into the bedroom to "teach her a lesson" and trap her forever. "Come on, little sister," Shane crooned, lunging at her. "Don't fight it." Finley's own mother just stared at the floor, blaming Finley for ruining the family, watching blindly as Shane cornered her. Terrified and desperate, Finley smashed an ashtray over Shane's head and frantically dialed her new husband's number. Shane snatched the phone, mocking the "imaginary husband" before the line went dead. Finley felt a bottomless despair. Garrison was just a normal guy; he would never risk his life against her violent family. She was completely on her own, waiting for the end. Suddenly, deafening bangs echoed through the house, and Garrison stepped into the living room radiating a cold, terrifying fury. This supposedly "frugal data analyst" effortlessly snapped Shane's wrist, leveled a ruthless death threat that made Dozier tremble, and whisked Finley away in a waiting Bentley. Looking at the powerful man beside her, Finley's heart raced: just who exactly had she married today?”