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

Arwen's thoughts returned to the dreams she had recently started to have often. She has no idea if it was amnesia that had probed her to forget all that, but whatever it was she wanted to make it clear today.

Therefore, when the doctor asked her, she had no plans to hide anything.

She shifted a little in her seat as she stared up at the doctor and replied, "I have no medical records of amnesia, but I don't remember the memories from my old school days. It's like even after seeing the faces of the students that I once sat with through the classes, it doesn't stir up any memory."

The doctor halted at her words as if analysing the cause before he asked again. "What was your age back then? Were you in your teens?"

The kind of perfect husband I could ever wish for.