Flash Marriage: My Secret Billionaire Husband

ne glass and practically fled to the guest room he'd pointed

looked like it belonged in a five-star hotel. An entire wall was a closet, already stock

ace when her phone began buzzing relentlessly. A fl

earful video. Screenshot

'd do that to him. H

old-diggi

should ca

ith saccharine poison: "Please don't be mean to Clare. She'

hated being misunderstood, hated being painted as the villain. She threw her phone on the bed, sank down beside it, a

ve been audible in the main living area. A few

uickly wiping at her eyes an

berries. He took in the scene in an instant: her red-rimmed eyes, the tense set of her jaw, the laptop open

ding her. "Is there something I can help with?"

. But the quiet solidarity in his gaze chipped away at her defens

ent-a flash of pure, predatory rage-crossed his face before being ruthlessly

of the bed, a respectable distance away. "It will just be your word

of her. He was right. "So I just do

d, so naturally comforting, it sent a shiver down her spine. "We don't do nothing," he sai

ppening that Friday. "We go there. Together. An

m. "How did you kn

ied, his face a perfect mask of innocence. "Seems like the

effective than an online spat. "Okay," she agre

d, his tone casual but fir

at just cause

up with me on your arm will be the most effective way to drive

scaped her lips, breaking the tension

make coffee. The apartment was silent. She was just cracking an

orso and running shorts. His arms and shoulders were defined muscle, his chest broad, and a thin

as one thing to see a man in a suit. It was another thing entirely to see him like this

the counter, deliberately close, and opened the refrigerator to get a bottle of wa

bled, his voice h

her face burning. She fumbled with the spatula, nearly dro

nd her. She could feel his prese

m the kitchen, muttering something about needing to get chang

silence from the kitchen stretching between them. Suddenly, her

o

, handing her a napkin, his other hand already reaching fo

ing. He adjusted his position, sliding his arm around Clare's shoulder

red on the screen. "Oh, there y

ng the corners of his eyes. Then, he leaned over a

anage a tight, panicked smile for her mother.

king. I'd love to meet my new son-in-law properly. Why do

to make an excuse, bu

othly. "We wouldn't miss it for the world.

groan. "You didn't have to agree so quickly! We haven't even... r

dark and intense, a playful glint in their depths. He looked at he

a low, suggestive purr. "Then I gue