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

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. ____ Excerpt: 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.

Scarlet_Shine · Urban
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Medieval era of chivalry.

Although Arwen refused, Lady Foster still insisted on walking her out. It was not just out of love but also partly because she wanted to see who exactly was waiting outside.

"Aunt Beca, it's fine. It has already started drizzling. If you come out, you might get soaked." Arwen spoke, pausing at the main entrance of the villa to stop her from stepping outside. 

Beca patted Arwen's hand and nodded. "Fine. I won't step out. Let Mr. James help you with an umbrella," she said, turning to the butler, who nodded and moved to carry out her request. 

But before he could even open the umbrella, Arwen heard Emyr's voice. "Madam!" 

She turned to find him already there with an umbrella. Her eyes twinkled in mild confusion, which Emyr quickly explained. 

"I am here to escort you back to the car. Sir wanted to come, but an important call held him back, so I had to come."