Scarlet_Shine

She gave up her dream of shining on the ballerina stage —for him.
 
She sacrificed her self-respect —for him. 

She forgot her true identity —for him. 

But even after all that, she couldn’t compare to the woman who held Ryan’s heart.

Arwen Quinn, heiress of prestigious Quinn family, realized too late that no matter what she did, she would never win Ryan’s love. The future that awaited her was a life trapped in endless misery of a loveless marriage. 

So, decisively, she ends their relationship and walks away. What she didn’t expect was that in breaking free from Ryan, she had opened the door for Aiden to enter her life — a chance that he had been waiting for. 

Aiden Winslow, an enigmatic CEO isn’t just mysterious —he is determined, and won’t allow to take Arwen away from him again.
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Aiden narrowed his eyes, “Are you sure about this?” 

“If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t have asked,” Arwen replied coolly. “Stop dawdling. If you’re unwilling, I’ll find someone else who can get the marriage certificates today.”

His expression darkened as he pulled her close. “Once offered to me, it’s mine alone.”

Unfazed, Arwen asked, “So, do you accept? If yes, we’ll get the certificates now.”

“On one condition,” he said. “I don’t do contract marriages. The woman I marry will be the woman I share my bed with. If you agree, then we’ll—”

“Not a problem. Let’s go,” Arwen said without letting him finish, pulling him into the Civil Marriage Bureau.

Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO

Although she had asked, she didn't wait to get his reply on that. Already turning, she walked back to the coffee table to grab her phone. "I will call and tell her now. Give me a moment," she said, ready to dial the number.

But before she could press the call button, Aiden smoothly took the phone from her hand. He was standing behind her so when he snatched it from her, he didn't see her reaction.

Arwen didn't turn, nor did she make any effort to take back her phone. She simply closed her eyes, as if steading herself against the emotion that she didn't want to show.

"What are you doing, Aiden?" she asked, her voice tinged with quiet exhaustion. "Let me make a call now. Or, later it won't look nice to refuse."

"You don't need to refuse," Aiden said, his voice calm yet resolute. He leaned forward and placed the phone back on the table, his presence lingering behind her.

Possessive.