The billionaire crazy wife

Episode 1

The beginning 🌹

Dasiy POV

"Dad, I can't get married to him. Just because you two are business partners doesn't give you the right to plan a damn wedding without my consent," Daisy said.

"You can't speak to me like that, young lady. I'm your father, and I can do whatever I want. Just marry him-it will bring great opportunities to my company," Mr. White said sternly.

"Dad, whether I marry him or not it's my decision, not yours," she replied.

"My decision is final. You will be marrying Cassian Blackwood," Mr. White insisted.

"This is so unfair and cruel!" Daisy shouted before storming out.

Cassian's Penthouse

I was in my office when I received a call from Mr. White( Dasiy father). His voice was as sharp and business like as ever.

"I've arranged the marriage between you and my daughter," he said without preamble.

I leaned back in my chair, eyes narrowing as I processed his words. "okay "

". The wedding will be announced soon. It'll be good for our companies."

I exhaled slowly, glancing at the city skyline through the glass walls of my penthouse. This wasn't a surprise-not entirely. Mr. White had always been ambitious, and I knew he'd do anything to solidify his legacy. But marrying off his daughter like a chess piece?

"I'll meet her first," I said coolly. "I don't commit to anything without knowing what I'm getting into."

"You'll like her," he said, smug. "She's beautiful. ."i would set you guys up for a date"

I didn't ask for that piece of information,This marriage is strictly business nothing more "I replied

The call ended, and I set my phone down.

I had heard of Daisy White. The photos didn't do her justice, or so they said. Gorgeous, fiery, and stubborn to the core. If she was anything like the rumors, this was going to be a war-and I wasn't sure who'd win.

White Villa

Dasiy was walking out of the room.when she heard her dad voice,you would be going on a date tomorrow with cassin "He said

Ok , But after two years I would get a divorce" I said inwardly

Ur choice " he replied and went into his room.

Daisy's pov

Am going to make that fucking man life a hell

I hate my dad so much.

But how is she going to survive that?she doesn't even know the man

She wiped her tears and sat down on the bed,still thinking.

That moment,her phone rang and she answered,just because she needed someone to talk to and Mareen,her best friend called at the right time.

"Hey girl!!" Mareen gushed excitedly on the phone and quickly switched it to a video call.

"Help me pick an outfit for tomorrow" She said,showing mareen her wardrobe.

"What's the event?" Marren asked.

"Going on a date with a strange man my dad planned a business contract marriage with !!" Daisy said.

Daisy sighed and Mareen noticed.

"Don't tell me you cried,your eyes..."just give it a trial if u don't like him then back off

Mareen sighed.

"It's okay,let's get straight to the point" mareen said.

Daisy grinned and showed her wardrobe immediately.

Daisy has a really great fashion sense,since her dream was to become a supermodel.

"Gosh! Thanks bestie,I swear you are better than anyone " Daisy winked and marren chuckled.

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Next Day

Black Restaurant

Cassian sat at the corner table of the exclusive Black Restaurant, a place where privacy was prized and no cameras were allowed. He wore a perfectly tailored black suit that screamed power and elegance. His watch ticked silently as he checked the time again.

She was late.

Typical.

Just as he took a sip of his wine, the entrance doors swung open-and chaos walked in wearing red.

Daisy White.

Her dress was short. Too short. Scarlet silk clung to her curves like a second skin, the neckline low enough to earn disapproving gasps from the older women around. Heads turned. Mouths dropped. Waiters almost tripped. Her heels clicked loudly with every dramatic step she took.

And that smirk on her lips? Pure, beautiful defiance.

She strutted straight to his table, didn't sit, didn't smile-just looked him over like she was checking out a broken mannequin.

"You're not as tall as I expected," she said, her voice laced with venom and velvet.

Cassian raised an eyebrow. "You're more naked than I expected."

Daisy gave him a sarcastic smile and finally sat down, crossing her legs slowly, deliberately. "You don't like the view? I can leave."

"I've seen better," he replied coldly, not even blinking.

She leaned forward, cleavage on full display. "And I've seen men who don't talk like devil's."

The tension between them crackled like electricity.

The waiter came to take their order, clearly nervous. "Um... champagne? Water?"

"Whiskey. Neat," Cassian said without looking away from Daisy.

"Tequila. Double," Daisy added, eyes never leaving Cassian's face.

When the waiter left, Cassian finally leaned back. "Let's get one thing clear. I don't care about your attitude. This is business."

Daisy laughed. "Then you should've married a calculator, Mr. CEO."

Cassian's jaw tightened. "Play all the games you want, sweetheart. But in the end, I always win.

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The drinks arrived-two glasses, two very different intentions.

Cassian lifted his whiskey, calm and composed. Daisy, on the other hand, picked up her tequila like it was a loaded weapon.

She took a slow sip, eyes locked with his. Then, without warning, she stood.

"What the hell are you-"

Before he could finish, Daisy tilted her glass-and the ice-cold tequila splashed straight onto Cassian's expensive trousers.

Gasps echoed around the restaurant.

Cassian froze, the chill seeping through his suit, but his glare burned hotter than hellfire.

Daisy leaned in, voice soft and deadly:

"This is just the beginning, Mr. Blackwood. You thought you were marrying a puppet? Sorry. I don't come with strings."

She winked, tossed her hair over her shoulder, and sauntered out of the restaurant like a queen .

Cassian stared down at the wet stain spreading across his pants.

As I stepped into the cool night air, I drew a breath. I could feel my heart pounding-not from fear, but exhilaration. Cassian Blackwood might own the world in his boardroom, but this marriage? This war? I would be the one writing the rules.

This was only the beginning. And I was ready.

TBC