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flash marriage to the secret president 5

Chapter 5 

Cold sweat started to form on Aria’s forehead. 

She absolutely couldn’t admit that she’d been faking her illness. Otherwise, all her years of pretending would be wasted. 

Aria denied it frantically. “Of course not! Mom, how could I lie to you? I really have been weak 

since I was little.” 

Suzanne asked, “Then what about these medical reports?” 

Aria started to cry. “I don’t know either! Maybe it’s some kind of rare disease that can’t be detected. 

Mom, I’m your biological daughter! Don’t you believe me?” 

The moment Suzanne saw Aria crying, her heart softened instantly. She hurried forward and 

hugged Aria, patting her back to comfort her. “Of course I believe you! Don’t worry, Aria. Whatever illness you have, I’ll make sure it gets treated!” 

Aria was her own daughter, after all. Her poor child had suffered so much. How could she ever 

doubt Aria? 

Seeing how easily Suzanne fell for her words, Aria immediately turned her tearful eyes toward 

Shea, shifting the blame again. “Why do you have all my medical reports, Shea? Were you 

investigating me? Shea, why would you do that? Do you want to drive me out? Please, don’t make me leave…” 

Hearing Aria’s accusations, Suzanne’s expression changed again as she turned sharply toward 

Shea. 

That was true. Why had Shea investigated Aria? 

Suzanne got suspicious as she demanded, “Shea, is what Aria said true? Are you really trying to kick her out of the house? Shea, how could you do such a thing?” 

Her voice grew more and more certain, with each word turning her accusation into a verdict. 

Shea looked at Suzanne, who had once been so gentle and kind to her. 

She laughed, but there wasn’t a hint of amusement in her smile. 

For Shea, 20 years living together as mother and daughter with Suzanne still couldn’t compare to 

the blood relation between Suzanne and Aria. 

“Mom, you don’t have to worry about me trying to drive Aria out,” Shea said calmly. 

She continued, “I’m married now. I’ll be moving out of the house. From now on, there will be no ties between me and the Carrington family.” 

Lance stared at her, stunned. “Shea, where are you going? Are you going to my place? That might not be too convenient-” 

X CLOSE 

Shea interrupted him coldly, “You’re overthinking it.” 

She looked at Lance. “I’m moving in with my husband. What does that have to do with you?” 

Lance’s eyes widened. “I’m your fiance! I didn’t even go to the wedding today, so who could you have married? What husband?” 

Shea crossed her arms and sneered. “Lance, you think too highly of yourself. I’m beautiful and talented. There are plenty of men in Zeremont who’d kill to marry me. Even if you don’t want to marry me, there are plenty of others who do.” 

Then, she turned around and headed upstairs. 

A moment later, she came back down with her documents in hand. 

“Shea, can you stop making a scene?” Lance frowned, assuming that she was just throwing a 

tantrum. 

He knew her and knew that she hardly had any men around her. There was no way she’d actually marry someone else. 

She was just bluffing and trying to make him jealous. 

“It’s up to you if you want to believe it,” Shea said flatly, rolling her eyes before walking out of the 

house. 

Lance still thought that she was just angry. He was debating whether to follow her when his phone suddenly rang. 

He glanced down and saw that it was Daisy calling. He answered the phone, “Hello, Mom? What’s 

wrong?” 

The moment the call connected, Daisy shouted furiously, “Lance! I absolutely forbid you to have anything to do with that little tramp Shea ever again!” 

Lance replied, “Mom, calm down. Shea and I…” 

Daisy continued, “That woman ran off with another man at the wedding! She humiliated our entire family!” 

“What?” Lance widened his eyes in shock. 

Shea had actually married someone else? 

Meanwhile, outside the Carrington residence, Shea couldn’t care less about the chaos she left behind. 

But bad news traveled fast. She’d barely stepped out of the gates when she heard people whispering behind her. 

“Isn’t that Shea from the Carrington family? I heard that her fiance dumped her.” 

“Yes, the groom never even showed up. She got so mad she just grabbed some random guy and 

married him instead!” 

“What? That’s insane!” 

“And she said she’s cutting ties with the Carrington family, too. She won’t ever go home again.” 

“Sounds like she lost her mind! How could she say something like that?” 

Shea was speechless. 

She was right here and could here every word. 

Even though she’d made up her mind to cut things off cleanly, the words still stung. 

She hadn’t done anything wrong, so why was everyone blaming her? 

She felt a surge of frustration, and her eyes started to prickle with tears. 

Just then, a car screeched to a halt in front of her. 

The sharp sound of tires against pavement startled her, and she looked up in surprise. 

The window slowly rolled down, revealing a handsome face. 

Hansen looked at her with a smirk on his face. “Mrs. Grant, I’m here to pick you up.” 

flash marriage to the secret president

flash marriage to the secret president

Status: Ongoing

Chapter 1 — Long Emotional Summary (10 Parts | ~1000 Words)

Part 1 — A City Brought to Its Knees

Ulta’s international airport sat at a standstill.
Security teams lined the terminal. Airspace closed. VIP corridors sealed.
It wasn’t war—
it was power.

A group of high-ranking elites sat nervously inside the VIP lounge, pretending to read, pretending to breathe normally.
They were here for one man—
Mr. Grant, the mysterious and untouchable president whose name alone shook countries and stock markets.

And yet…
without warning, his plane simply never landed.

The greatest men in Ulta waited—pointlessly.
He had come to this city.
But not for them.


Part 2 — The Unknown Destination

Gasps spread when the assistant rushed in:

“His jet landed at a private strip—he went to the Carrington family.”

Silence. Shock. Confusion.

Carrington?
A minor wealthy family.
Not at the level to receive kings.

The mayor’s voice shook:

“Find out who they are.”

None of them dared ask the obvious question:

Who exactly was waiting for Mr. Grant at that house?


Part 3 — A Bride in Waiting

At the Carrington mansion,
Shea Carrington sat alone in her dressing room in a stunning wedding gown.
White lace. Pearl veil. Eyes full of quiet hope.

Today should have been her dream—
her wedding to Lance Grant, the man she once believed she would build a future with.

Yet joy refused to exist in her expression
because the groom was nowhere to be found.

Her phone buzzed—
a video message from her stepsister, Aria Carrington.


Part 4 — The Knife Hidden in the Video

Shea opened it.

Hospital room.
Aria's voice—weak, fragile, weaponized.

“Lance, I’m sorry you had to skip your wedding to take care of me…”

Then the man appeared.
Her fiancé.
Her groom.
Peeling apples for another woman.

He smiled softly—
a smile Shea had dreamed would be for her today.

Aria whispered about the wedding.
Lance paused—
and delivered words colder than death:

“I never wanted to marry her.”

The screen blacked out.
So did Shea’s heart.


Part 5 — Betrayed by Blood

Tears blurred her vision as she called her parents—
searching for support, protection, love.

Instead, she found abandonment.

“Shea, love can’t be forced. Step aside.”

They didn’t console.
They didn’t comfort.
They didn’t ask how she felt.

They simply tossed her aside—
like a wrong puzzle piece that never belonged.

Then—click.
They hung up.

It wasn’t just a fiancé who betrayed her.
It was family.

Because since the truth surfaced—
that Shea was switched at birth
and Aria was the “real” Carrington daughter—
they had slowly stripped Shea of belonging.

Today, they completed it.


Part 6 — The Girl With No Place

A wedding hall full of guests.
Family choosing blood over loyalty.
A fiancé choosing infidelity over vows.

Her heart trembled, knees weak, but her voice still held steel.

She told the officiant:

“The wedding will continue.”

She wouldn’t run.
She wouldn’t break in a corner.
She would face the humiliation
with dignity like armor.


Part 7 — The Bride Who Refused to Bow

She walked into the grand hall alone.
Gasps. Whispers. Eyes sharp and hungry for gossip.

She took the mic, voice steady:

“Thank you for coming. The groom… will not be attending.”

Shock rippled.
Silence thickened.

Then she asked the unthinkable:

“Whoever steps forward now will become my husband.”

It was bold.
Wild.
Desperate yet fearless.

She was done being discarded.
She was done letting others choose her fate.


Part 8 — The World Turned Away

But courage is lonely.

Not a single person moved.
Not one man dared stand.

Not because she wasn't worthy—
but because her fiancé and her family were powerful.

No one wanted to offend them.

So she stood there, dressed in white,
a queen without a kingdom—
humiliated under a thousand eyes.

Her fingers clenched.
Her throat ached.
She swallowed her pride like glass.

Even alone, she stood tall.


Part 9 — The Doors Open

Silence strangled the room.

Then—
the massive doors opened again.

Footsteps echoed.
Slow. Commanding. Inevitable.

A tall man walked in—
flawless suit, storm-dark eyes, presence sharp as a blade.

Air shifted.
Heads turned.
He wasn't merely someone—he was power walking on two feet.

His gaze locked on Shea.
No pity.
No hesitation.

Just certainty.


Part 10 — The Sentence That Changed Everything

He stood before her
as if this moment had always belonged to him.

His voice rolled through the hall—
deep, steady, unchallengeable.

“I’ll marry you.”

Every guest froze.
Every whisper died.
And the city, unbeknownst to itself, shifted.

Shea’s tears stilled.
Her heart, shattered seconds ago, paused in shock.

Because this man…
was the same man the entire city had just blocked roads for.
The man the mayor was kneeling to greet.

Mr. Grant had not gone to the Carringtons for business.
He came to claim his bride.

And this flash marriage
was only the beginning
of Ulta’s most explosive love-and-power story.

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