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Flash Marriage To The Secret Zillionaire Boss

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 686    |    Released on: 12/05/2026

oom blinded Darla for a fraction of

ndreds of eyes shifted from t

ghtly gripping Anson's arm. He moved beside her

face red and sweating. He had just been trying to conv

. The words died in his throa

room. Agnes stomped toward her, her

issed, pointing a manicured finger at

to introduce everyone to the ma

f the room. People leaned in, their ey

hed her way to the front, dragging he

t at his face. "Wait... he looks familiar. I think I saw him with the hot

guests began to murmur, their faces twistin

. I know you're hurt, but hiring a broke security

uit jacket. Her chest burned with humi

l ever be," Darla said, her voice slicing through the laughte

and stormed off the stage. He marched straigh

!" Bennet spat, emboldened by his grandfathe

e temperature around him s

the distance between them in one terrifyingly fast str

yelp. He stumbled backward the moment Anson released hi

nnet. A cold, terrifyin

voice wasn't loud, but it carried a heavy, crushing

her step back. The sheer dominance

Anson shot her a single, deadpan glare. She s

orward, reaching out to grab Darla's a

n front of Darla, blocking Agnes completely. He

k to you," Anson stated,

er heart pounded, but for the first t

rnelius, leaned heavily on his silver-tipped cane.

e recognized the posture. He recognized the absolute lac

ainst the marble floor. The s

d, his voice filled with

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Flash Marriage To The Secret Zillionaire Boss
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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.”