Chapter Fourty Two: Not For Revenge

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• MARRIED TO THE CEO WHO RUINED ME: HIS BRIDE, HIS REVENGE   Chapter Fifty: I Will Have You

  The room fell into a heavy silence that seemed to stretch on forever, the only sound being the gentle hum of the air conditioning and the distant murmur of traffic from the street below. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. Then, suddenly, Marceline's laughter shattered the quiet like glass breaking against stone. It started as a soft chuckle but quickly escalated into full-blown laughter that echoed off the walls. Her shoulders shook as she pressed a hand to her stomach, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. Alvin's brow furrowed deeply as he watched her, confusion etched across his angular features. His hands hung awkwardly at his sides, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, clearly caught off guard by her reaction. "What's... what's funny?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked at her with genuine surprise. The confident facade he'd been wearing moments before began to crack, reveali

• MARRIED TO THE CEO WHO RUINED ME: HIS BRIDE, HIS REVENGE   Chapter Fourty Nine: I'll Take Care Of You

  The silence was almost overwhelming. Marceline leaned back in the chair, letting her eyes drift across the cityscape visible through the windows. The view was stunning, but it also made her feel incredibly small and isolated. Her phone's shrill ringtone shattered the quiet, and she fumbled in her purse to find it. The caller ID showed Cora's name, and she felt a mix of relief and apprehension as she answered. "Celine, honey, how are you doing?" Cora's familiar voice carried both concern and excitement. "I just saw the news about you and Cross on three different channels. The reporters are calling it the 'wedding of the decade' and—" "I'm okay, Cora," Marceline interrupted gently, not ready to discuss the media circus surrounding her life. "How's mother doing? What was her reaction when she saw the news?" There was a pause on the other end, and Marceline could practically hear her sister choosing her words carefully. "Well,

• MARRIED TO THE CEO WHO RUINED ME: HIS BRIDE, HIS REVENGE   Chapter Fourty Eight: I'm Sorry

  The marble floors echoed with their footsteps as Cross led Marceline through the labyrinthine corridors of his corporate headquarters. The walls were adorned with abstract art pieces that probably cost more than most people's annual salaries, and the air carried the subtle scent of expensive cologne mixed with freshly brewed coffee from the executive lounge. "Good morning, Mr. Cross," came the chorus of greetings from impeccably dressed employees who straightened their postures as their CEO passed by. Some cast curious glances at Marceline, no doubt recognizing her from the morning's headlines. "Morning, Johnson. Sarah. Good to see you back, Martinez," Cross responded with practiced ease, his authoritative presence commanding respect without effort. His hand remained protectively placed on the small of Marceline's back, guiding her through the maze of glass-walled offices and bustling workstations. Marceline tried to maintain h

• MARRIED TO THE CEO WHO RUINED ME: HIS BRIDE, HIS REVENGE   Chapter Fourty Seven: Reporters

  Marceline opened her mouth to speak, the words forming on her lips, when the shrill sound of the phone cut through the morning air like a blade. The ringtone echoed off the walls of the luxurious bedroom, shattering the fragile moment between them. Cross's jaw tightened as he glanced at the caller ID. Without hesitation, he swiped to answer, his movements sharp and deliberate. "What do you want?" His voice was cold, devoid of any warmth that had been there moments before. Alvin's voice crackled through the speaker, smooth and taunting. "Well, well, well. Good morning to you ." Cross's eyes darkened as he hit the speaker button, his gaze never leaving Marceline's face. She watched him with growing unease, sensing the storm brewing beneath his controlled exterior. "Alvin, what game are you trying to play here?" Cross's voice was dangerously low, each word carefully enunciated. A short, mocking la

• MARRIED TO THE CEO WHO RUINED ME: HIS BRIDE, HIS REVENGE   Chapter Fourty Six: Unexpected Tenderness

  Cross's arms enveloped Marceline like a protective cocoon as he lifted her effortlessly off her feet, her weight feeling almost nonexistent against his broad chest. She could hear the soft padding of his footsteps echoing through the hallway, the sound oddly calming as he carried her toward their ensuite bathroom. Sunlight streamed through the frosted windows, casting gentle patterns over the polished marble tiles, illuminating the space with a warm glow.As he lowered her into the pristine white bathtub, his movements were surprisingly gentle; his calloused hands contrasted starkly with the softness of the moment. The cool ceramic felt refreshing against her skin, and she instinctively tucked her knees up, her arms crossing protectively over her chest. "Cross, you really don’t have to do this," she murmured, her voice trembling as she searched his face for the hint of that usual stern demeanor. "I can manage on my own, you know."He p

• MARRIED TO THE CEO WHO RUINED ME: HIS BRIDE, HIS REVENGE   Chapter Fourty Five: The Morning After

  THE NEXT MORNINGThe early morning sun spilled through the sheer curtains, painting the room in shades of gold and warm beige. It kissed Marceline softly on the cheek, tugging at her from the deep sleep where she lingered. She stirred, savoring the fading remnants of her dreams that wrapped around her like a soft blanket, holding onto their essence just a little longer.Cross sat on the edge of the couch, his gaze fixed on her. A mix of admiration and concern flickered across his face as he watched her sleep. He seemed to wrestle with his emotions, caught in a moment that felt both sacred and uncertain. After a few moments, he stood up reluctantly, making his way to the window. With a gentle tug, he closed the curtains, shrouding the room in a protective hush, as if to keep the world—and its harsh realities—at bay for just a bit longer.Just then, the sharp ring of Marceline's phone pierced the serene morning, pulling her abruptly from the depths of sleep.