Flash Marriage To My Mysterious Immortal Husband

Author: Burch Minow

Chapter 1

Word Count: 708 | Released on: Today at 21:35

e Goodw

Harbor Cemetery, gazing calmly at

y boyfriend of four years, Liam, rolling ar

Instead, I calmly recorded a

instead of reprimanding his daughter, he came to

before my twenty-fourth birthday-three days away-in order to i

ady engaged to Ruby, it was absolutely impossible

property without shedding a drop of blood

y bones would never allow me to be manip

grab a random man off the street and marry him,

elong to late autumn swept past, and the rain

aw an unusually tall, upright

black umbrella. A pair of abyss-black, icy

redatory aura, yet his posture was res

ore another ancient, otherwise nam

dam's apple bobbing sharply, as if he were

sacred freesia fragrance that could drive th

uary] talent made me instinctively immune

aze, rapidly calculating

look like you're hunting for prey," I said

il's eyes. His low, hoarse voice

was losing everything that belonged t

andsome face and the lonely yet powerful aura

l wife?" I bluntly propos

la handle, his knuckles turning white from the force-

arriage certificate to inherit the estate, and a

him a substantial sum, or provid

in his eyes that I could not understand-ten years

id, his voice cold as marble, yet carr

y's troublesome elders." Cyril took advanta

d. "Then it's a deal.

His palm was colder than the rain, like jade without warmth

Sweene

still lingering with her scent. My eyes instantly turned crimson, my fangs faintly visible

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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.”