Flash Marriage: Spoiled by My Billionaire Husband

At 4:57 PM, Melora, as usual, tidied up her desk to prepare to leave work. Ignoring the buzzing of her phone beside her, she didn't even bother to answer it.

It was her boyfriend, Anthony Kirsch, most likely about yesterday's failed marriage discussion.

At exactly 5 o'clock, Melora picked up her phone to clock out, coincidentally receiving a text message.

"Ms. Grey, you owe the hospital 157,321.61 dollars. Please make the payment at the first-floor lobby of Building Three as soon as possible. Thank you. If you have any questions, please call 8788888."

Melora clenched her phone tightly, feeling powerless.

It was not that she didn't want to pay, but she really had no money left.

The intensive care unit cost her family all their savings of 1000 dollars per day, but her mom's illness could only lead to death if she was not treated.

Melora, abandoned just ten days after birth, was given a new life by her adoptive parents. Her father's dying wish was for her to take good care of her mother.

So how could she possibly refuse to save her mother’s life?

With no other choice, she could only borrow money from her boyfriend, Anthony. However, Anthony refused, saying he didn't have any money.

She had to give up on the idea.

After all, Anthony had only proposed to her, they hadn't even registered their marriage yet.

But yesterday, he was flaunting his brand-new car worth over several hundred thousand in his WhatsApp.

At that moment, Melora stared at his posts for over a minute, and after that, she immediately called Anthony.

He didn't offer any explanations, instead, he went on and on.

"I bought the car just to marry you, spent all my savings! I even picked out a nice house! And a Tiffany ring! Since I chose the most expensive couple's style, everyone will envy you! But, can you lend me some money? So I can buy you the ring and pay the down payment for the house, you'll love it for sure!"

He added, "Darling, I know you're not materialistic, so you won't mind when I pay you back, right?"

Melora listened and became so angry that her whole body trembled. It took Melora three minutes to calm herself down, and she decisively rejected Anthony's marriage proposal.

"Anthony, let's break up."

After three years of dating, it was fake to say that she wasn't sad, but she wasn't a fool.

It was better to part on good terms. She was busy with her mother's medical expenses and didn't have time to argue with Anthony.

As her thoughts returned, Melora shook her head, trying to shake off these unpleasant thoughts.

As soon as she walked out of the building, she noticed her colleagues looking at her strangely.

"Until Anthony's voice came from the other side.

"Melora, I'll pick you up after work."

Melora heard the voice and looked over. Anthony was dressed in a handsome suit, holding a bouquet of roses leaning against his new car, and looking quite charming and elegant.

Colleagues around them looked at Melora with envy.

However, she felt that the new car was too flashy as if mocking her for not being able to compare it to a car after three years of a relationship.

Anthony walked over with a smile and handed the flowers to Melora in front of everyone, causing a commotion.

"Anthony, you're so romantic. You make us single people so envious."

Anthony has always cared about face, and his smile deepened upon hearing the praise.

"Melora, the flowers are for you. Let me show you the new car I bought for you. From now on, I can pick you up and drop you off every day."

There was a burst of surprise from the surrounding people.

"Oh my god, Melora, you're so lucky. Anthony actually bought you a car. I hope my future boyfriend will be as good to me as he is to you."

"It's not a big deal. It's because I love Melora so much."

Anthony's face was full of deep affection, but his gaze signaled Melora to quickly take the flowers, so as not to embarrass him in public.

Melora remained silent, unable to say anything other than her anger.

Anthony was a newcomer to the city, and her mother sympathized with his struggle in Silverdale, so she didn't require him to buy a house or car as a dowry for their marriage. She only asked him to treat her well.

But Anthony knew that her mother was seriously ill and didn't even ask about her condition. He just wanted to take advantage.

And now he came with this show of affection, forcefully putting a car worth three hundred thousand on her. If others knew they had broken up, they would scold her for not knowing how to appreciate kindness.

Melora ignored the commotion and moved past Anthony.

Anthony's smile froze and he tightly grasped Melora's wrist.

"Melora, stop acting childish. I came here to apologize in person today. Don't take advantage of the situation. So many people are watching. Isn't that embarrassing?"

The implied meaning was that he went to great lengths to send flowers, and she should accept unconditionally.

Melora looked at Anthony and felt particularly unfamiliar.

Initially, even after her mother fell ill, he still insisted on marrying her, and she thought she was lucky to have met a good man.

But now, she only hates herself for not seeing through his intentions earlier.

She glanced at the flowers in front of her and asked, “Anthony, is the car really for me?”

Anthony thought she had capitulated and smiled, “Of course, from now on, I will be your exclusive driver, picking you up and dropping you off regardless of wind or rain.”

As envy appeared in the eyes of the surrounding girls, Melora directly poured cold water on the situation.

“Then take out the documents and show everyone whose name is written on that.”

There was silence all around.

Anthony pursed his lips and remained silent.

The people around noticed something was amiss and urged, "Anthony, didn't you buy a car for Melora? Bring it out, let us have a look."

Immediately, Anthony’s face turned pale.

Melora calmly said, "It was clearly a car you bought for youself, but you insisted on saying it was for me. Since that’s the case, let’s go change the ownership tomorrow, alright?"

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone understood Anthony’s intentions, and their gazes towards him changed.

Anthony didn’t want to lose face, so he awkwardly smiled and said, "Just kidding, we had a little disagreement and she’s throwing a tantrum."

After speaking, he frowned and glared at Melora.

In a low, warning tone, he said, "Melora, don’t go too far. Who else would dare to marry someone like you with a seriously ill mother?"

Melora gritted her teeth, and a layer of coldness covered her eyes.

"Don’t worry. You're the last person I want to marry. Since you don’t want to part on good terms, don‘t blame me for not giving you face."

"You..."

Without waiting for Anthony to speak, Melora turned around and looked at her colleagues.

"Everyone, Anthony and I have broken up."

After speaking, Melora didn’t even look back and walked towards the intersection.

Anthony angrily caught up with Melora and pulled her to the nearby parking lot.

"Melora, just because I didn’t give you a hundred thousand dollars, you want to break up with me? What about the three years of our relationship?"

What about it?

She considered herself unlucky.

"Yes! It’s because of this hundred thousand. Without money, I won’t marry you."

Melora was in a rush to go to the hospital to visit her mother and didn’t want to argue with him, so she didn't refute.

Just as Anthony was about to retort, a car next to them honked its horn and the driver rolled down the window to stick his head out.

"Sorry, we have to go. Can you move?"

"We?"

Through the dark car window, Melora discovered a tall figure in the back seat of the car, but the specially treated glass made it impossible for her to see the person’s appearance clearly.

The driver honked the horn again, and she quickly made her way.

As the car drove away, the emblem and license plate became visible.

Maybach, 11111.

What kind of person could afford such a car?

Anthony was also attracted by the expensive car. Melora took the opportunity to turn and leave, as she wouldn’t make it in time for the subway in ten minutes.

But Anthony caught up and held Melora’s hand, trying to persuade her.

"Melora, I know it was my fault not to inform you about buying the car, but you can also borrow it in the future."

Melora found it ridiculous and forcefully shook off his hand.

"Borrow? Didn’t you just say you bought it for me? Are you changing your mind so quickly? Do you really think the only reason I broke up with you was because of money? It’s because you were plotting against me. It’s normal if you don’t want to lend me money, but you don’t need to put the down payment for the car on me. Don’t think you can have it all."

Melora’s words exposed the truth, making Anthony’s face even more unpleasant.

"Looks like my mom was right. You only want money to support your mom. Melora, can’t you be more realistic? Your mom will only burden you, and it’s better if she dies now. In the future, my parents will be your parents, so take good care of them. They’ll treat you like their own daughter."

Hearing this, Melora clenched her fist, suppressing her disgust, and glared at Anthony.

"Shut up. If anyone should die, it should be you. My mom won’t die."

"You... forget it, I know you’re angry. Take a moment to calm down and come apologize to me when you’re calm. Otherwise, if you miss me, you won’t find a better man."

Anthony arrogantly stuffed the flowers into Melora’s hand turned around and left.

A cool breeze blew and woke Melora up completely. She threw the flowers into the trash bin and ran towards the subway station.

On her way to the hospital, she forced herself to stay focused and pondered how to pay for her mother's medical expenses.

Just when she was at a loss, her phone rang.

It was her cross-age friend, Ms. Clooney.

Ms. Clooney was someone Melora met on the subway. She was troubled by homeless people, and it was Melora who helped her get out of trouble.

After exchanging WhatsApp contacts, they unexpectedly found themselves getting along well and frequently went out for meals and shopping. People often mistook them for mother and daughter, but in reality, Ms. Clooney treated Melora as if she were her daughter, always thinking of her.

Melora answered the call, and before she could speak, she heard Ms. Clooney’s urgent voice.

"Melora, please come and help me."

Melora didn’t have time to ask more questions. She got off the subway and took a taxi to the address Ms. Clooney had sent.

It was a high-end restaurant.

Romantic crystal lights, a wall covered in fresh flowers, soft background music that exuded elegance.

Outside the entrance, there was a sign that read "Golf Friends Club."

Wasn’t this just a blind date meeting?

Just as she was puzzled, a hand pulled her behind the green plants.

"Melora, you finally came."

"Ms. Clooney? What are you doing outside? Are you here for a blind date?" Melora asked.

Ms. Clooney took off her sunglasses and chuckled.

"At my age, I don’t want to find a man to cause trouble for me. It was my idiot son who came for the blind date. Who knew that a shameless woman would show up? My son ignored her, and she started to slander my son. It took me a lot of effort to convince my son to come for the blind date, and I don’t want her to ruin it. Can you help me resolve the situation?"

"Ms. Clooney, don’t worry. Which one is your son?" Melora comforted Ms. Clooney, who was grinding her teeth.

"He's at the second table by the window, wearing a black shirt. His name is Roberts Whitfield, and he's thirty years old, and he's 6.2 feet. He has an good personality and good looks, and he's ..."

"Okay, I see him. You don’t need to tell me in such detail." It was not she had the one going on a blind date.

Melora pushed aside the leaves in front of her and saw Roberts sitting by the window, facing away from her.

Although his face cannot be seen, his tall and straight figure still exudes a chilly and oppressive feeling.

His slender hand rested on the glass, the swaying champagne making his fingers appear as white as jade.

The reflection of his profile can be seen on the glass window, profound and tranquil.

In comparison, the woman opposite him, wearing a one-shoulder dress, didn’t look as good.

Despite her decent appearance, her eyes were full of mockery, occasionally raising her eyebrows, giving off a somewhat contemptuous vibe.

Seeing this, Ms. Clooney pushed Melora lightly.

"Melora, I’m counting on you."

"Okay, but can I go into such a high-end social event?" Melora pointed to the people inside

Melora carefully put the card in her bag, afraid of losing it. She then walked straight to the window, only to hear a woman’s sharp voice before she even spoke.

"You think you’re someone important? Everyone who can come here today is worth millions. If it weren’t for you looking decent，I won't even give you face by letting you buy me a drink, and you dare refuse it?"

The woman finished speaking with a snort, but her gaze was greedily fixed on Roberts’s face, her fingertips teasingly twirling her hair around her chest.

Melora felt that she was too aggressive in her speech, so she quickly stepped forward and stood in front of the table."I’ll communicate with him. Miss, if you don’t like him, please don’t waste our time."

As Melora spoke, she turned her face towards Roberts, but the words she was about to say suddenly choked up.

His beautiful eyes, seeming affectionate, caused chaos in her heart.

He was handsome, but not feminine at all. His eyebrows and eyes were cold and reserved, and with just a slight furrow, a kind of oppressive aura emanated.

Roberts glanced briefly at Melora, his gaze slightly darkened,【What a coincidence, a hundred-thousand-dollar lady.】

Melora was made uncomfortable by his gaze. Did they know each other? Why was he looking at her like that?

The woman opposite noticed Roberts staring at Melora and angrily stood up.

“Look at her shabby appearance, pretending to be rich here. What’s good about her?”

“At least her face is real, I don’t like plastic faces.”

Roberts leaned back, a cigarette appeared between his fingers. He leisurely lit it, and the thin lips exhaled white smoke, covering his face with a bit of laziness.

The woman’s face turned pale, and she stood up suddenly.

"You really are a poor loser who doesn't appreciate my beauty."

The woman snorted coldly, deliberately bumped into Melora with hatred, and gave her a fierce glare.

Melora felt a pain in her shoulder and quickly reacted by extending her foot.

The woman stumbled and fell to the ground in her high heels.

Melora pretended to be nervous and said, "Miss, it seems like your nose is crooked."

The woman covered her nose with her hand and stumbled out in a hurry.

Melora pursed his lips to hold back her laughter. Sensing Roberts’s gaze, he quickly regained his composure. Just as she was about to explain to Roberts, a familiar voice came from behind.

"Melora? What are you doing here? How dare you betray me?"

It was unexpectedly Anthony.

Wasn’t this a blind date gathering?

One moment he was talking about marrying her, and the next moment he showed up at a high-end social event.

What right did he have to scold her?

Melora turned around and coldly looked at Anthony, saying, "Why can you appear here? And why can’t I? Besides, there is no question of betrayal between us. We have already broken up."

Anthony’s eyes were filled with anger, commanding, "Go back immediately. This is not the place for you to come."

Melora couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to him and sat directly in front of Roberts.

"Mr. Whitfield, please just ignore him. Let’s continue."

Roberts didn’t say anything, smoking by himself, completely ignoring Anthony.

Anthony felt humiliated being looked down upon by another man, so he glanced at Roberts’s ID card on the table and couldn’t help but sneer.

"Melora, is this the person you found? Can he satisfy your needs?"

"Anthony. It’s none of your business." Melora warned, looking at Anthony.

But Anthony was not willing to give up the opportunity to save face so easily.

He leaned on the table, getting closer to Roberts, with a condescending expression.

"Bro, You don’t know how insatiable she is?"

Heard that, Melora’s hand under the table clenched tightly. They had been in love for three years, and she always thought that even if they broke up, they should still maintain some dignity. But she didn’t expect herself to be so unbearable in his eyes.

She took a deep breath and grabbed the wine glass in front of Roberts, throwing it onto Anthony’s face."Are you awake? What qualifications do you have to judge others?"

"Melora! "

Anthony stared at Melora in disbelief. He had never expected her, who was always obedient and sensible, to resist.

Without thinking, he waved his hand to hit Melora, but Roberts quickly grabbed his wrist and pressed it on the table, causing him immense pain and making him look even more pathetic.

Roberts remained cold, even taking the time to pinch the cigarette between his fingers. The faint smell of tobacco lingered in the air, not unpleasant.

He said expressionlessly, "Fake watch, fake necklace, fake belt, fake identity. The membership fee here is not cheap, and I guess you don’t want to be exposed and kicked out in front of everyone. Please disappear from my sight immediately."

"You…"

Anthony’s eyes trembled. He had clearly bought high-quality replicas that were almost identical. How could a programmer possibly see through them?

"Three, two..." Roberts counted down in a deep voice.

"If you want me to leave, then I will go." Anthony shrugged off and shook his coat, looking at Melora displeased, and pointed at his ID card, "Melora, I know you love me very much, and I’ll give you a chance to regret it."

"Just hurry up and leave." Melora found every word he said grating.

Anthony left, and Melora gratefully looked towards Roberts, about to thank him when a figure sat down beside her.

"Melora, congratulations on breaking up with that scumbag. A month ago, he started going to singles events to pick up women."

The one speaking was Ms. Clooney.

It turned out Ms. Clooney intentionally brought her here to make her see Anthony’s true nature.A month ago, it was when her mother suddenly fell seriously ill.It turned out Anthony’s so-called unwavering love was all an act.

He just saw her as a backup option while seeking a better opportunity.

"Ms. Clooney, thank you," Melora said with relief.

"You’re welcome. But speaking of which, why don’t you marry my son?"