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.

---

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.

---

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

Episode 2

The wedding

White Villa – That Night

Daisy strutted into the house, a smug smile on her lips and no single regret in her soul. She had poured tequila on New York's most feared billionaire and walked away like a queen.

She kicked off her heels and was about to head upstairs when her father's voice boomed from the living room.

"How was the date?"

Daisy turned slowly, rolling her eyes. "Let's just say... he got a little taste of what it's like to force me into a marriage I never agreed to."

Her father narrowed his eyes, but before he could respond, his phone rang.

Caller ID: Cassian Blackwood

He answered immediately. "Cassian. I was about to call you-"

"No need," Cassian said coolly. "I'm calling to finalize the wedding."

Mr. White blinked. "Wait... what?"

Cassian's deep voice rumbled through the speaker, confident and amused. "She poured tequila on my pants like a damn rebel and walked away like she owned the world. I like her."

There was a long pause.

"She's wild, unpredictable, disobedient... and she challenges me. That's exactly what I need."

Mr. White's jaw dropped. "So... you're saying-?"

Cassian chuckled. "I'm saying it's going to be to be amazing if I get married to your daughter... and I'm all in. Let's get this wedding started."

He hung up.

Daisy watched her father with a frown. "What did he say?"

Mr. White slowly looked up at her, both confused and stunned.

"He said... he loves your attitude."

Daisy's smirk disappeared.

"What?"

"He's finalizing the wedding. He said you're exactly what he needs."

Daisy stared at him, speechless for once.

"What the actual hell is wrong with that man?" she whispered.

Her father leaned back on the couch, laughing softly. "Looks like you just got yourself a husband... and a challenge."

---

DAISY'S ROOM – LATER THAT NIGHT

Daisy slammed the door shut behind her and threw her bag on the bed like it had personally offended her.

"What kind of psycho likes getting tequila dumped on his pants?" she muttered, pacing back and forth like a caged tiger. "Is he into humiliation? Is that his thing?"

Her phone buzzed.

Unknown Number: You have no idea what you've started, little angel.

She stared at the message. Her jaw dropped.

Daisy: Who is this??

Unknown Number: Your future husband. You made the first move. Now it's my turn.

She dropped the phone on the bed like it was cursed. "Oh no. Oh no no no. He's insane."

And hot, her inner voice whispered.

"Shut up."

There was a knock on her door. It cracked open and her dad peeked in.

"You've made quite an impression, Daisy."

"I wasn't trying to impress anyone."

"Well, it didn't matter. Cassian wants the wedding as soon as possible. You should start getting ready."

Daisy blinked. "For what?"

"The engagement party. He's hosting it tomorrow night at his penthouse."

She stared at her father in horror.

"Tell him to choke on his champagne."

"Tell him yourself," her father said with a shrug. "But wear something nice. You're going to be the center of attention."

The door closed behind him, and Daisy stood there, stunned.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror.

"So he wants war?" she whispered to herself.

She smirked.

"Fine. He'll get it."

---

Next day

Cassian penthouse

Do you, Miss Daisy white, take Mr. Cassian Blackwood as your lawfully wedded husband till death do you part?" the priest asked, his voice shaking slightly as he glanced between the couple.

Daisy -fiery, barefoot, and absolutely done-glared at the man beside her like he was a cockroach in a Gucci suit. If eyes could kill, Cassian would be a lifeless corpse in Armani.

The priest hesitated to repeat the question, but dasiy beat him to it.

"No, I don't."

Gasps echoed around the grand cathedral. Her father choked on his wine.

"As a matter of fact," she continued, flipping her curls like it was a runway, "I don't even know this overgrown control freak. But clearly, I don't have the right to decide my own life."

She turned to the priest, eyes wide with faux innocence.

"And let's be honest, you're gonna pronounce us married anyway. So skip the drama. My heels hurt, and I need a drink."

With that, she kicked off her designer stilettos and let out a deep, satisfied breath, smiling like a queen at the crowd-completely ignoring the icy daggers Cassian was shooting her way.

"Mr. Cassian Blackwood, do y-"

"Yes."

Cassian's cold voice sliced through the air like a knife. The priest flinched. Poor guy looked like he wanted to quit and become a farmer.

"I now... pr-pronounce you husband... and w-wife," he stuttered.

---

CASSIAN'S PENTHOUSE

The wedding was over. The chaos, the gasps, the scandalous headlines... all done. Now, they were officially husband and wife.

Daisy stormed into the penthouse, her veil in one hand and her stilettos in the other. She kicked the door shut behind her and turned to see Cassian standing at the bar, calmly pouring himself a drink like they hadn't just caused a social media explosion.

She marched up to him.

"Got your stupid wedding. Happy now?"

Cassian sipped his whiskey, eyes cool, unreadable.

"You said no at the altar."

She smirked. "You said yes anyway."

He stepped closer, towering over her now. "Because I like a challenge. But now that you're mine, we're setting some rules."

Daisy raised an eyebrow. "Rules? What am I-your employee?"

"You could never work for me. You'd burn the office down just to prove a point."

She gave him a wicked grin. "You're not wrong."

Cassian's face hardened just slightly.

"Rule one," he said smoothly, "You will live here. No running back to your father's house or jetting off to another continent without my knowledge."

"Rule two," he continued, circling her slowly, "In public, we play the perfect couple. No tantrums, no outbursts. You wear the ring, smile for the cameras, and stand by my side."

"And rule three-" he stopped in front of her, eyes locked on hers, voice dropping to a low growl, "Don't test my patience. I'm not a man who loses, little angel.".

And rule four_ we are not staying in the same room, don't think about any of such.

Daisy tilted her head. "Cute. My turn."

Cassian raised a brow.

She stepped up to him, toe to toe.

"Rule one," she said mockingly, "I don't take orders. You want a robot bride, go buy one."

"Rule two-I'll wear the ring, but don't expect me to wear your name with pride."

"And rule three-" she leaned in close, her breath tickling his neck, "Don't fall in love with me. It'll be your biggest mistake."

Cassian let out a low laugh. "Oh, sweetheart... we'll see who makes the first mistake."

They stood there, heat and hate mixing in the space between them.

The air was thick with tension. Not the romantic kind. The war kind.

Daisy stepped out of her room in a silk robe, towel-drying her hair. She glanced down the hall and found Cassian standing at the end, shirtless, casually sipping whiskey with his other hand tucked into his pajama pants pocket.

They locked eyes.

"Don't get any ideas," she said coolly.

"I wasn't," he replied just as coldly.

She raised a brow. "Oh? So we're not doing the whole 'we're married so we sleep in the same bed' thing?"

Cassian took a slow sip. "Not unless you want to."

Daisy rolled her eyes. "In your dreams, CEO."

He smirked. "You were in one last night."

She gasped. "Excuse me?!"

"I had a nightmare," he said flatly. "You were in it."

Daisy clutched her chest like he'd just insulted her ancestors. "You arrogant Greek statue of a man."

He turned, heading to his door. "Goodnight, wife."

She flipped him off the moment his back turned. "Goodnight, husband."

BANG! She slammed her bedroom door behind her.

DAISY'S ROOM

She couldn't sleep. Her room was the size of a small castle, draped in luxury, but felt colder than an ice cube in Antarctica.

"Ughhh," she groaned into her pillow. "Why is this bed so soft yet so miserable?"

She rolled over.

Then rolled back.

Then sat up.

Then stomped to the mini-fridge and grabbed a soda. She popped it open and leaned against the wall, staring at the ceiling.

I hate that phycho so much .

Episode 3

The dance

NEXT MORNING – BLACKWOOD PENTHOUSE

Cassian was already seated at the long marble breakfast table, sipping black coffee and scrolling through stock updates on his tablet. He wore a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up, no tie, and looked every inch the billionaire menace he was.

Then came the sound of heels.

Click.

Click.

Click.

He didn't look up. Not until the heels stopped right in front of him.

His gaze rose slowly-

And then froze.

Daisy stood there, arms crossed, wearing a dangerously short, tight red dress that clung to her curves ,That can make men fall on their heels , make head turns. It had a deep neckline that left very little to the imagination and a slit so high it was almost illegal.

"Morning," she said sweetly, her lips painted to match the dress. "Hope I didn't overdress... for breakfast."

Cassian's jaw ticked, his eyes darkening just slightly. "Going somewhere?"

"Yep," she replied, popping the 'p' and grabbing a strawberry from the fruit bowl. "Brunch with Mareen. Then maybe some shopping. Then... who knows?"

He set the tablet down slowly. "Not in that dress."

"Oh?" she said innocently, biting into the strawberry. "Is there a problem, husband?"

His voice was low, almost amused. "You're dressed like you're walking into a nightclub at 2 a.m., not a restaurant at 10."

"Good. Then I'm saving time."

He stood, walking toward her, slow and deliberate. "Change."

"No."

Cassian leaned in slightly, his tone soft but firm. "You are my wife now. People will look. Headlines will spin. And I don't share what's mine."

Daisy smirked, stepping even closer until they were practically chest to chest. "News flash, Cassian. I'm not a vase on your shelf. You don't get to decide how I dress."

"You're playing with fire, Daisy."

"And you're flammable," she purred, brushing past him like a storm in heels.

He watched her go.

"Ten minutes," he called out. "Before I send my driver to shadow you."

"I'll wave at the cameras," she shouted back.

Cassian exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.

God help him-

He was very close to dragging that woman right back to his room.

---

LATER THAT DAY – HIGH-END BRUNCH SPOT,NYC

Daisy sat on the rooftop terrace with Mareen, sipping a mimosa, legs crossed, sunglasses on, looking like a goddess on vacation.

"You really wore that?" Mareen asked, eyes wide with delight.

"I wanted him to choke on his black coffee," Daisy smirked. "Pretty sure he almost did."

Mareen laughed. "You're evil. I love it."

But just as Daisy raised her glass again, she noticed a sleek, black SUV parked across the street. Tinted windows. Engine still running.

Her smirk faded a little.

"Is that...?" Mareen followed her gaze.

"Cassian's driver," Daisy muttered.

"Oh damn. The man's actually tracking you?"

"Like a jealous husband who thinks I'm about to sell the family diamonds."

Suddenly her phone buzzed.

Cassian: Your table has a direct line of sight from the street. Next time, wear something that doesn't make half the city trip over themselves.

Daisy grinned and quickly typed back:

Daisy: Next time, stay home and cry into your spreadsheets little baby.

No response.

"Oh, he's mad," Daisy whispered, gleeful. "This is going to be fun."

---

LATER THAT EVENING – BLACKWOOD PENTHOUSE

Daisy returned home, still glowing from the chaos she caused. She walked into the living room to find Cassian already there, sleeves rolled up, glass of scotch in hand, pacing like a man holding back a storm.

"You enjoyed yourself?" he asked without turning.

"Immensely," she said, tossing her purse on the couch.

"Good," he said, facing her. "Because you've officially declared war."

He walked toward her with slow, quiet intensity.

"You want freedom?" he asked. "Fine. But if we're playing this game, Daisy, you should know-I don't lose."

"Cute," she said, unbothered. "But I don't play by rules I didn't agree to."

Cassian smirked darkly. "Then maybe it's time we rewrite the rules."

He stepped even closer, eyes locked on hers. "From now on, we attend events together. You smile. You act like my wife. And in return... I won't lock you in this penthouse."

"Oh?" she whispered, stepping close enough for their breaths to mix. "And if I decide to be very difficult?"

Cassian leaned in, voice dangerously soft. "Then I'll show you exactly what happens to difficult wives."

Her breath caught for a second-but she didn't back down.

"Promise?" she whispered, smiling sweetly.

Cassian's jaw clenched. "Go to your room, Daisy."

"Which one?" she teased. "Mine? Or yours?"

He stared at her, something burning in his eyes.

She winked and turned away, heading to her room with an extra sway in her hips.

Cassian downed his scotch in one gulp.

This woman would either drive him mad-

Or make him fall to his knees.

--

NEXT MORNING .

The bass of a pop song thumped through the kitchen, echoing off the pristine marble and steel. It was the kind of place meant for quiet breakfasts and cold coffee-but not today.

Daisy was on fire.

Wearing a tiny grey bum short that left very little to the imagination and a cropped white tank that rode up every time she raised her arms, she danced barefoot on the tiled floor, a wooden spoon in one hand and a spatula in the other.

"Alexa, turn it up!" she called, not even caring if the penthouse had an Alexa.

She spun in a circle, shaking her hips to the beat as she stirred the scrambled eggs and flipped bacon like a chef possessed. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, bouncing with every move.

She didn't need Cassian's fancy chefs or his overpriced green smoothies. She needed carbs. And freedom. And maybe just a little bit of fun.

That's when he walked in.

Cassian stood at the edge of the hallway, shirtless, towel draped around his neck, sweat still glistening on his chest from his morning workout. He stopped cold the second he saw her.

Daisy hadn't noticed him yet. She was too busy lip-syncing to the music and wiggling her butt to the beat as she reached up to grab a plate from the shelf-completely unaware of the show she was putting on.

Cassian's eyes narrowed, locked on her curves, the way her shorts hugged her perfectly, the stretch of smooth skin exposed with every movement.

Then she turned.

Their eyes met.

The music kept playing, but everything else went still.

Daisy froze, her hand mid-air, holding a pan lid like a trophy.

"Well, good morning, husband," she said with a sly smile, totally unbothered. "Hope you slept well."

Cassian's voice was hoarse. "What are you wearing?"

"Clothes," she replied innocently, turning back to the stove. "Don't act like you've never seen legs before."

He walked closer, slow, calculated, eyes roaming.

"You're dancing. In that."

She smirked, flipping a pancake. "You act like it's a crime."

"I act like it's a distraction."

She turned, leaned back against the counter, and raised a brow. "Problem?"

Cassian's jaw clenched. "Only if you keep walking around like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you want me to lose control."

She laughed, soft and taunting. "Oh, Cassian... if I wanted that, you wouldn't be standing there right now."

Their eyes locked.

Silence stretched between them-thick, hot, electric.

Then Daisy turned back to her eggs, shaking her hips just a little more as the music picked up again.

Cassian muttered something under his breath and walked away, but not before stealing one last glance over his shoulder.

And Daisy?

She smiled to herself, biting back a laugh.

"Round one goes to me," she whispered.

Evening

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the luxurious penthouse. The silence was almost peaceful-until Daisy's bedroom door swung open.

She emerged, stretching like a cat, wearing an oversized white shirt knotted at the waist and, again, her signature bum shorts. Her hair was tousled, her skin glowing, and her energy was loud without a single word.

She yawned dramatically, then sauntered toward the kitchen like she owned the place.

Cassian was already there, dressed in his usual crisp black suit, sipping espresso while scrolling through his phone. His eyes flicked up briefly-and paused.

Daisy didn't greet him. She didn't say a word.

She made herself coffee, humming softly under her breath, ignoring his presence like he was an antique vase in the corner.

Cassian set his cup down with a click. "You're walking around like that again?"

She turned, feigning innocence. "Like what?"

He looked her up and down. "Like you forgot this is a house and not a photoshoot for a risqué magazine."

She smirked, sipping her coffee slowly. "Funny. I thought it was my prison. Might as well look good while serving time."

He stared at her for a moment, jaw tight, then returned to his phone. "Suit yourself."

She leaned on the counter, eyeing him with amusement. "Aw, does the big, bad CEO get distracted that easily?"

He didn't respond.