Flash Marriage To The Secret Zillionaire Boss

Chapter 9

Word Count: 655 | Released on: 12/05/2026

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ights of narrow, scuffed stairs. Darla

mmed into one space, but it was spotless. Books were stacked

ake up half the room. His dark eyes scanned the cramp

. She walked to the tiny fridge and pulle

ot much," Darl

a drink. "It's perfect. It's be

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a smile. "I'll be fi

than necessary before turning and walk

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t hit the hardwood floor with a sharp crack, t

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e strides and dropped to his knees. He reached out and

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m falling apart. He rested his chin on the top of her head, his eyes starin

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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.”