Flash Marriage To The Secret Zillionaire Boss

Chapter 8

Word Count: 598 | Released on: 12/05/2026

st the pristine gravel of the

ea, but she forced her shoulders back. She walked up the sw

g champagne. Rudy was pacing, and Caren was

"Go upstairs and put on the red Valentino dress

. She walked straight t

ick, legally binding marriage certifica

d like a whip in

and picked up the paper. Her eyes scanned the

om his mother's hands. "An

Is that the security guard from last night? You actually marri

She lunged forward, raising her hand to stri

hand out and caught Agnes's wris

isper. "I am a married woman. You are no longer my legal guardian. You hav

d Agnes's

t security guard never works in this stat

llenged, her eyes b

on them and walked

, the adrenaline vanished. Her knees shook. A wave

, tree-lined driveway, pulling ou

pitch-black Rolls-Royce Phantom glided silent

door po

p blue shirt and jeans, looking completely out o

ared at the car, then at An

smoothly took her heavy t

. "I had to drop off some sensitive documents for him. He l

ed the steering wheel, biting his

nd Darla's shoulders. "Picking up my

t down Darla's spine. She was too exhau

e plush leather swallowed her tired body. Anson slid in

rom the estate, leaving the t

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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.”