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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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312 Chs

Would she ask him to stop? Definitely not.

Arwen looked up when she heard the bathroom door open. Aiden came out, dressed in his grey joggers and a black pullover. 

"You are done?" she asked, and Aiden hummed in response as he walked to his side of the bed. 

"You are reading?" he asked, glancing at the novel in her hand. 

Arwen followed his gaze and looked down at the book "Oh, yes. I have a habit of reading novels before bed," she said, quickly closing the book and putting it in the drawer next to her bed, almost as if she was hiding her biggest secret. 

Aiden wanted to chuckle. If only she knew that he was well aware of the kinds of books she enjoyed. He knew all the romances she read, all the desires she harbored. He knew it all. 

"Is your wound better?" Arwen asked, her gaze flicking towards his shoulders. 

"It's better," Aiden replied. 

Arwen nodded to him in understanding, "Good that it is getting healed; otherwise, I wouldn't have known what to do."