Flash Marriage To The Secret Zillionaire Boss

Chapter 6

Word Count: 616 | Released on: 12/05/2026

stic blinds of Darla's Brooklyn apart

r over her head. Her entire body ached

hone erupted into a shri

bbed it. She cracked one eye open

o a knot. She pressed answer and held

hrough the speaker, vibrating with rage. "Do you have a

her ribs. "I didn't cost you anything. Y

looking for a new wife. He's fifty-five, he's rich, and he's willi

known predator on Wall Street. "I'm not m

exactly what I say, I am cutting off every cent of the legal defense fu

n who had ever truly loved her. He was sitting in a maximum-sec

arla whispered, her th

Agnes spat,

ng hard, trying to ground herself. She couldn't breathe. Agnes had t

t. She needed a leg

to her silver cl

bag, and dumped the contents onto the r

of her, an impenetrable wall of muscle and

as she picked up her pho

ang

voice was a low,

the MUA tower, Anson sat at the head of a massive maho

ng the room. He stood up and walk

bordering on frantic. "It's Darla. I

arkened. "What

all. Just for one year. I'll pay you a lump sum at the end, an

skyline. He was worth eighty billion dollars.

" Anson lied effortlessly,

ve breath of relief.

hung

essive thrill shot straight to his ch

said coldly. He walked ou

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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.”