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Flash Marriage To The Secret Zillionaire Boss

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 613    |    Released on: 12/05/2026

breath burning in her lungs as she took the

wd of happy couples

ed, light blue button-down shirt and plain dark jeans. Isaac ha

es, Anson looked li

m, her chest heaving.

is is the prenuptial agreement. One year. No interference in each oth

the terms. Fifty thousand dollars. He s

from her hand and signed his na

openly stared at Anson's broad shoulders, but Anson didn't even bli

ir number to be called. Darla was bouncing her l

aper cup was press

rushed against hers as she took the cup. The heat from his skin sen

red voice called

s window. The tired clerk typed

gs?" the clerk asked

gs. She had comp

a small paper pouch. She dumped two plain, cheap silver bands onto the coun

r eyes. "Join hands

er silver ring. He took Darla's left hand. Hi

ked straight into her eyes, his gaze so intense it f

er ring. Her hands were shaking so badly she almost

the paperwork wi

tions. You'

bright sunlight. Darla dug into her poc

la said, handing it to him. "You can move your stuff in

he cheap key in his pa

nson said, his voice lea

my war. I don't want you getting

quickly toward the sub

b rubbing the brass key. He pulled

g Darla's retreating figure. "Bring t

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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.”