Flash Marriage: Falling in Love with My Contract Husband — Novel

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In a world where fate often feels like a scripted play, Isabel Calvert finds herself caught in a whirlwind of mistaken identities and unexpected connections. After a disastrous blind date that spirals into chaos, she stumbles upon not one, but two men with the same last name—Gordon, the charming gentleman, and Trey, the younger brother with a mischievous glint in his eye. What begins as an embarrassing encounter quickly transforms into a tangled web of attraction and confusion.

As Isabel navigates the complexities of her new relationship with Trey, she can't shake the feeling that their connection runs deeper than casual flirtation. With every stolen glance and playful banter, she is drawn to his innocent charm, even as she grapples with the reality of her own feelings. But what happens when the stakes rise? Can she truly open her heart to a contract marriage, or will her past misgivings hold her back from the happiness she never expected to find?

In a dance of romance and drama, Isabel must confront her own fears and desires. Will she risk it all for a love that feels both thrilling and terrifying? As secrets unravel and emotions intensify, the question lingers: can a flash marriage ignite a spark that lasts beyond the contract?

Flash Marriage: Falling in Love with My Contract HusbandChapter 1 An Awkward Misunderstanding

"I don't wanna go on a blind date! This is so old-fashioned. I won't find any good men by going on blind dates, okay? So Mom, don't waste your time talking me into it."

I was 25 and now being forced by my mom to go on a blind date. I really felt this was ridiculous.

"Anyway, you have to go," my mom said.

"No!" I refused firmly.

"Fine. Then don't regret it," my mom sneered coldly.

Then, she said she wouldn't give me pocket money this week, and I cursed in my heart, Damn it. Not again, Mom. Is there anything else you can do? Anyway, I won't compromise this time. This is really outrageous.

I didn't want to admit it, but in the end, I compromised. Riding my scooter, I went to the place for the blind date with my pajamas and slippers on.

I sat by the window of the coffee shop, feeling bored as I looked outside. I clicked my tongue and muttered impatiently, "What's wrong with that guy? Still hasn't shown up? Looks like he's really crap at appointments and times."