Flash Marriage To My Mysterious Immortal Husband

Chapter 5

Word Count: 753 | Released on: 21/09/2026

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rang-it was an urgent call f

my manuscript restorations. She sounded terrified, her voice shaking as she begged me to deliver a ba

she whispered frantically. "If Brion sees me alone, he

ay, Cristin.

sing Cristin's vendor pass, I walked toward Hangar 4. But as I rou

d him, you l

heavy door op

iolently slamming Cristin against the steel locker wall. Cristin had apparently come anywa

don't understand what happened

d her collar, his veins bulging unnaturally along his neck, turn

red instantly. I didn't car

" I shouted, dropping the du

technique my grandfather had drilled into me. The shock of the strike caused Bri

r eyes out!" I warned, grabbing a heavy

ral. His canines seemed unnaturally sharp, and a guttural

ce, the temperature in the entire

eel walls. An unbearable, suffocating weight descended upon the roo

past Brion towar

dow of a massive pr

slightly down. But his face was terrifying. His obsidian eyes were burning with an unholy, abyssal fury, and his jaw was set lik

ined from his face, replaced by pure, unadulterated ter

pping his head toward the floor.

in Shi

gh the side door, wearing a sharp tailored suit, carrying a clipboard.

ue and psychological instability," Colin said in a loud, commanding vo

t of nowhere, dragging the trembling Brion

me, hyperventilating. "T

ing, my eyes fixed on the man in the cap

Sweene

rip Brion Shields limb from

d been half a second slower, I would have broken the m

d discipline to steady my breathing and summon the mortal illusion. My heart remained

ce smooth as silk as I stepped i

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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.”