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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.

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Have you two always been this compatible?

Delyth frowned when she saw Arwen there, standing all tall and fine while she sat confined to a wheelchair. Shouldn't it have been Arwen feeling helpless like this? Why did her plan backfire? 

"What are you doing here, Arwen? Are you here to laugh at me?" Delyth said, clearly displeased. 

Arwen took a step back, her gaze sweeping over Delyth from head to toe. The scrutiny made Delyth shift uncomfortably, feeling self-conscious. 

"What do you think you are? A clown?" Arwen asked, sounding bored. 

Delyth was taken aback. "You —" She had never expected Arwen to mock her like this. Not that Arwen fawned over her, but she had always maintained a certain elegance, refraining from such biting, deprecating remarks. What had changed now?

"Since you don't consider yourself a clown, then don't worry. You definitely can't make me laugh. Especially like this," Arwen gestured dismissively at Delyth's form, from head to toe.