Naomi_lia

To repay her father's debt and save her sister, she is forced into a marriage contract with a man she has never met, only told he is wealthy, elderly, and disabled.

But on the day she arrives at her husband's house, she discovers she’s married to an entirely different man. Her husband is none other than the secret heir of Collen Industries—the nation’s richest, most eligible bachelor. Known as the cold-hearted CEO.
The young master of the COLLENS EMPIRE.

IMMEDIATELY AFTER MARRIAGE:  
"What is this?" she demanded, her voice sharp with anger as her green eyes shot daggers at him.

"These are the rules of our marriage. You must follow them.  
Remember, this marriage only lasts for one year," he replied .

A FEW MONTHS LATER:  
"It seems my little wife has more enemies than I anticipated," he remarked with a smirk, his mismatched eyes gleaming with amusement as he watched her.

"Are you planning to divorce me now?" she asked, her voice steady.

"When will you understand, little wife? I’m never letting you go—not in this life, nor in the ones to come," he said, his tone full of unwavering resolve.


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*With her, his darkness feels like light, and his future shines brighter than the sun.*

*As long as you're by my side, my heart will beat in sync with your soul.*

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Note: This beautiful book cover does not belong to me. 
I found it on Pinterest.  
All credit goes to the original creator.

FLASH MARRIAGE: THE BILLIONAIRE'S BRIDE

"What?" the senior madam of the Wilsons shouted, her voice cracking as her feet trembled. She took a step back, the disbelief clear in her widened eyes as she stared at Olivia.

"What's wrong, Mother?" Olivia asked, her tone dripping with smug satisfaction. She leaned forward slightly, clearly enjoying the shock rippling across the older woman's face, her lips curving into a barely concealed smirk.

"Go and call Andrew!" The senior madam snapped at one of the maids, her fury palpable as she pointed a shaking finger at the poor servant. "And the rest of you—get out of here!" The maids scurried away, their faces pale at the madam's sudden outburst.

Her breath grew unsteady as she turned her furious gaze back to Olivia. "Who is the father?" she demanded, though her voice wavered with an undercurrent of dread. Olivia remained calm, crossing one leg over the other as she made herself comfortable in the middle of the grand living room.

CHAPTER FIFTY: I AM PREGNANT