Flash Marriage To The Secret Zillionaire Boss

Chapter 2

Word Count: 566 | Released on: 12/05/2026

that tried to grab her arms. She slipped out of the

that her knuckles turned white. She needed to find an exit. She n

nto the carpet. She rounded the corner

first into a soli

r ankle twisting. Before she could hit the floor, a massive, warm h

ped and l

so dark and cold they

ed black suit. His jawline was sharp enough to cu

s wearing a discreet, custom earpiece

to be the hotel's

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lway, followed by the heavy footsteps of

. Not right now. Her brain scrambled for a way out.

led as she pulled out a thick stack of cash-emer

directly against th

out in a breathless panic. "I need you to

mpled bills against his suit.

Isaac, gasped. Boss, what is s

ed his free hand and tapped the ea

hin was tilted up in pure defiance. His grandfather had told him to keep an

e money from her shaking hand, folded it slowly,

was a low, gravelly rumble t

My name is Darla. You need to l

shed over her. He reached out, his long fingers brushing again

rm. Darla shivered, her st

Agnes rounded the corner,

ent his arm, off

She slipped her hand through his arm, pr

d and walked straight towar

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“Minutes before announcing her grand engagement, Darla caught her fiancé sleeping with her stepsister. She publicly exposed them and canceled the wedding on the spot. Furious, her adoptive mother demanded Darla marry a fifty-five-year-old predator to save their broken business deal. "If you don't do exactly what I say, I'll let your father rot in prison for the rest of his life." Desperate to escape her family's control, Darla grabbed a massive, intimidating hotel security guard she bumped into in the hallway. She shoved all the cash in her purse at him-eight hundred dollars-and begged him to fake-marry her. They signed the papers at City Hall that same day. But the nightmare didn't end. That evening, Darla received a cold phone call from the state penitentiary. Her father had been found dead in his cell, and her company, owned by her ex-fiancé's family, fired her immediately. They had taken everything from her, leaving her completely broken and sobbing on the floor of her tiny apartment. She thought she had nothing left but a broke, fake husband to keep her company. She had no idea that the "poor security guard" holding her in his arms was actually Anson Prince, a ruthless billionaire CEO. And he was already making the calls to tear her abusers' empires to the ground.”