Flash Marriage To My Mysterious Immortal Husband

Author: Burch Minow

Chapter 1

Word Count: 1008 | Released on: 21/09/2026

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mother Eleanor Kensington's gravestone. Just three hours earlier, I had witnessed my

cond video of Liam scrambling under the sheets while Ruby shrieked in mock horror,

's will in my face. The terms were brutally clear: I had until my twenty-fourth birthday--which was exactly three days away--to enter a legal marr

d, his eyes gleaming with triumphant greed. "You're all out of

veins. I was a Goodwin; my blood carried the legacy of stubborn purifiers and independent restorers. I would rather marry a s

wiping the freezing rainwater from my lashes.

dead for things that

h the sound of rain

ix-foot-three--draped in a tailored charcoal overcoat, holding a plain black umbrella. His skin was pale as polished alabaster, his jawline ca

ier I'd had since childhood, that quiet sanctuary in the back of

His chest wasn't moving, and his gloved fingers gripped the umbrella handle so tightly that the lea

ts," I said, my voice steady, cutting through

smile touched his lips, though it carried no warmth. "A

ht," I countered, stepping toward him. "I'm

nt, and the sheer, raw power radiating from him. He was dangerous, unquest

ng the initials C.S. engraved on the silver cla

r between us dropped five degrees, a fros

baritone rumble

nances. I need a marriage certificate stamped by the town hall before Friday to secure an inheritance from my manipulative r

llow of my throat where my pulse beat rhythmically. He swallowed, hi

n," he said quietly, his voice vibrat

name?" I narr

ssing a beat, his expression reverting to a mask of polite indifference. "As it happens, my elders have be

my damp wool glove and extended

around mine, a shock of pure, arctic cold shot up my arm. His s

mb brushing the side of my palm. "Tomorr

Sweene

rain long after her foot

ips. The scent lingering on my skin was intoxicating--pure, holy free

ully against the inside of my lower

Frost-Fir when she had saved my dying soul with her blood, only for her memory to be shatt

he howling wind, feeling the ancient covenant hum benea

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“I entered a contractual marriage with Cyril Sweeney just to protect my antique restoration studio from local developers. I thought he was merely an eccentric, wealthy cargo pilot, but I soon realized I had married a monster. His skin was colder than ice, he could throw a grown man across a room effortlessly, and strangers in tailored suits dropped to their knees calling him "My Lord." But the most agonizing part was his violent rejection of me. Whenever I got close, or accidentally scraped my skin and bled, he would shove me away like I was a plague. His glacial eyes would turn pitch black, his throat convulsing as if fighting a demon. "Run before I kill you!" He roared at me with a feral, terrifying rasp, his hands clawing at his own throat. The final straw came when I found an antique pocket watch on his desk, holding a faded photograph of a young girl. I realized I wasn't a wife; I was just a convenient, nameless replacement for a ghost he still carried over his dead heart. I didn't understand why he looked at me with such desperate agony, nor why my blood drove him to the brink of madness. I didn't know the girl in the photograph was actually me from ten years ago. As I slammed my truck into reverse to escape his haunted glass villa, I had no idea the real nightmare was just beginning.”