Flash Marriage When We Met

Chapter 1 Mr. Hawn, Please Marry Me!

At the grand lobby of MUSE Hotel, Genoca City.

“After marrying my son, you must give birth to three chubby children for our Malone family.”

The sophisticated-looking older woman incessantly chattered away, extending three chubby fingers, her lips painted a vibrant red.

“Also, no more of these flashy clothes and excessive makeup. Do you know that excessive use of cosmetics might affect fertility?” she continued.

“By the way, we won’t need housekeepers once you marry my son. You need to take care of my son, keep the house clean, and cook and do laundry for us. You do know that silk underwear requires handwashing, right?”

As the old lady made a series of demands, she looked at her “beloved son” Joe Malone, who was over 40, with a smile.

Joe leaned back lazily, brushing through videos of seductive beauties, occasionally chiming in, “My mom’s right,” his jiggling fat resembling a pig.

Monica Donat gazed at the peculiar mother and son sitting across from her, feeling like her heart had plunged into an abyss, and her hand holding the coffee cup trembled slightly.

Today was her eighteenth birthday, supposed to be the most beautiful day of her life.

However, the Donat family desperately needed money, with its company on the brink of collapse. Monica’s father had borrowed from loan sharks, who were now at their doorstep, threatening his life.

cornered, her father was still unwilling to

the millionaire ugly, also a mama’s boy, Joe. Rumour had it that the Malone family was particularly harsh and mean, having driven away several wives and even allegedly causing

displeased with Monica’s illegitimate status. Still, looking at the terrified-looking girl in front of her – slender, fair-skinned, and pure as a budding gardenia – she

and I can teach you how to conceive sons… We’ll also need to take you to the hospital to have a virginity test and STD tests. Who knows if your father has sold you to

with humiliation. She could no longer

marry anyone except

hotel lobby. Madam Malone’s face immediately darkened, her humiliation evident, and

thread. I am kind enough to

the harsh reality, wearing a contemptuous smile and showing no concern that Monica

nails dug deeply into her palms as she scanned her surroundings. In the distance, she noticed a man striding towards

man had

face seemed unsightly and grotesque as if

a sense of

could see him staring back at her intently, like a predator fixating on its

family’s bodyguards and Madam Malone herself. “Madam, according to insider information, that man is the

Mr. Hawn?

In Genoca City, rumors circulated about Leo Hawn, the billionaire from the Hawn family, with his exceedingly unattractive appearance and eccentric temperament. His notorious reputation preceded him, and his physical

she was face-to-face with the rumored Leo and found him

the awe and scare shown

her fear as she met

tie firmly, forcing him to lean down and passionately kiss