Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO

Selene's face fell the moment she heard Aiden speak — firm, unwavering in his decision.

Why?

Why was he like that with her?

Couldn't he be a little gentler? Just like he was with Arwen?

"Aiden," she began, her voice softening, "please understand. This is my first time at Cralens, and I have no one except you two here. I don't want to be alone. It's just a matter of a few weeks until I finish my work here. Why can't I just stay here?"

Aiden looked at her, but the expression in his eyes didn't waver. His gaze remained composed —distant —and it was clear he wasn't reconsidering his stance.

That only made Selene's heart clench with frustration. Her hands curled into fists beneath the table as she cast a quick, resentful glance at Arwen.

This was all because of her. If Arwen hadn't been here, Aiden would have thought twice before letting her stay. He never used to think twice before.

No.

She wouldn't leave.

Drawing in a shaky breath, Selene raised her chin and spoke again, this time with trembling vulnerability that coated her every word. "Aiden, I never wanted to bring this up, but you have left me with no choice."

Aiden's brows knit slightly, but he didn't interrupt her.

"I helped you when you needed me the most," Her voice cracked —whether from genuine emotion or well-practised intent, even Arwen couldn't tell. "And now, when I need you, you are turning your back on me? Just like that? You can be anything but …"

She didn't complete her word, but what she meant to call him was clear. Ungrateful. "You can't simply forget what I once did for you. And just for you. Without caring about myself."

Aiden's jaw tightened.

His eyes locked onto hers, and for the first time in the conversation, Arwen noticed something stir in his gaze —not guilt, but memory. He knew exactly what Selene was referring to.

Arwen sat beside him in silence, her posture perfectly straight, though her fingers curled lightly against her lap. She hadn't planned to speak —not now. Not in the middle of their conversation.

But the tone with which Selene was speaking to Aiden didn't settle well with her. It carried hints of betrayal that she didn't like.

She hadn't asked Aiden about the favour he owed Selene, for she thought it wasn't important to know. But now, she regretted it. Only if she had asked, she would have known what Selene was talking about.

"Although I didn't think of reminding you of this," Selene said again, her eyes holding Aiden's, "I never thought you would forget it."

"Is this how you are going to treat me after all I did for Aunt Morwenna? I know it wasn't some great deed, and I never treated it as one. But Aiden — that was your mom. And I did everything I could to keep her by your side a little longer. I was just a kid in her teens, but I never got scared. I only thought of you."

"Can't you think of me just once —and let me stay?"

Arwen blinked.

She caught the keywords.

So, this was about his mother —the woman she never met, yet felt an unexplainable connection with.

She hadn't heard Aiden talking much about her, but she knew he cared for her a lot.

Arwen turned to look at him.

His face remained calm, composed, but from her angle, she could see the tension along his jaw. The way his muscles were pulled tight.

Without a word, she reached out and placed her hand over his.

Aiden turned to her, and she gave him a soft, warm smile —an assurance that she got it from here, and he could ease while she handled the rest.

Then she spoke, her voice calm and collected.

"Ms. Martin," she said gently, her gaze still on Aiden, though her words were for Selene, "you can stay here if that's what you truly want. We have no issue with it."

Aiden's brows furrowed, about to object, but Arwen's hand tightened over his. She shook her head gently, signalling him to let her handle it.

When he relaxed, she finally turned to Selene with a polite smile.

"Although I don't know many details, I could still tell —Nothing could erase the help you might have given when my mother-in-law needed it. If staying in our home makes you feel more at ease, then please … consider it granted. Feel at home."

Then she turned towards Mr. Jones, her expression poised.

"Mr. Jones, please help Ms. Martin get accommodated properly. Ensure she doesn't find a single thing to complain about."

Mr. Jones bowed slightly. "Yes, madam."

Arwen nodded, then returned her gaze to Selene. "You should get some rest. Everything will be arranged for your comfort."

She rose gracefully from her seat, pushing the chair back as she reached for Aiden's hand. "As for us …" she said with a soft smile, "we will return to our room."

And with that, she didn't give Selene any chance to speak further. With elegance and quiet command, she led Aiden out of the dining room.

Behind them, Selene sat stiffly at the table, her hands trembling. She gritted her teeth.

She had played her trump card.

And still, Arwen had taken control. With grace, with elegance, and with complete authority.

How dare she?

Who does Arwen think she is to give her the permission to stay in a house that should have rightfully belonged to her?

"I want to have a room close to the first floor," she said, looking at Mr. Jones.

And her request like that only made Mr. Jones's brow furrow. "Sorry, Ms. Martin. This request cannot be fulfilled. The guest room happens to be on a different floor."

Her gaze turned daggers as she stared at the butler murderously. "Who said I have to stay in the guest room?"

However, it didn't faze the butler. He spoke with a practised polite smile. "The guests of the house are supposed to stay in the guest room, Ms. Martin. Don't worry, we will arrange for you a comfortable stay." Saying that, he took his leave.

Selene watched him and gritted. Even a mere servant could speak to her like this. It was humiliating, but for Aiden, she could accept the worst.