Flash Marriage To My Disabled Commander

The wheels of the carry-on clicked against the polished marble floor, the sound sharp and rhythmic in the oppressive silence of the Solis family estate. Elianna Baker kept her chin up, her pilot uniform crisp and stark against the gilded excess of the living room. She hadn't changed out of it deliberately. She wanted them to see it-the symbol of the life she had built for herself, the dignity they had tried and failed to strip from her. The gold leaf on the mirrors, the antique vases, the silk rugs-it all suffocated her. It always had.

Genevieve Solis sat on the main sofa like a queen on a throne, holding a delicate porcelain teacup. Her eyes, cold and calculating, dragged over Elianna from head to toe. The corner of her lip curled in disdain.

"Six years," Genevieve said, her voice slicing through the quiet. "You finally decided to crawl back."

Elianna stopped the suitcase. She didn't flinch. She didn't blink. She just stood there, her hands relaxed at her sides. "I came to get what's mine."

Genevieve let out a short, humorless laugh. She placed the teacup down on the saucer with a sharp clink. "Yours? You have nothing here. Except, perhaps, a debt." She leaned back, crossing her legs. "The Cromwell marriage contract is still valid. Kiana refuses to marry him. You will go in her place."

Meredith Adler stood near the fireplace, wringing her hands. She looked at the floor, unable to meet Elianna's eyes. "Julian Cromwell was in an accident," Meredith said, her voice trembling. "But the Cromwell family's influence is still crucial to us. You have to understand, Elianna-"

Elianna slowly turned her head to look at the woman who had raised her. The woman who had stood by and done nothing six years ago. "Understand what?" Elianna's voice was flat. "That Kiana's trash is my treasure?"

"Watch your tone," Genevieve snapped. She reached into the drawer of the side table and pulled out a yellowed piece of paper. She held it up between two fingers. "Don't forget how you left. Commercial espionage. Industrial theft. I have the evidence right here. One phone call, and you'll be arrested the second you step out of this house. You won't be able to get a job cleaning toilets in this country, let alone fly a plane."

Elianna looked at the paper. A wave of nausea hit her stomach, but she forced it down. Her face remained a mask of stone. Another lie. Another chain they thought they could use to bind her. She would break it, just like all the others.

Genevieve misread her silence. She thought she had won. She pushed herself up from the sofa, taking a step toward Elianna, her eyes glittering with malice. "You're just like your mother. A nobody. A cheap woman who didn't even know her own place."

The air in the room vanished.

Elianna's vision tunneled. The blood rushed in her ears, a roaring sound that drowned out the ticking of