Married To The CEO Who Hates Me
She is Kiara Monera—New York’s Ice Queen, an award-winning CEO who built an empire from nothing. Ruthless. Brilliant. Untouchable. She doesn’t believe in luck—only in power, control, and winning.
He is Silva Blackwood—the heir to the Blackwood dynasty, feared and desired in equal measure. Arrogant. Dangerous. A man who has never been told “no.”
They were supposed to marry.
Not for love, but for legacy, power, and bloodlines.
But Silva would rather die than marry a woman like her.
And Kiara? She would never beg for a man’s love.
Yet one reckless night in a dark club changes everything. A kiss that feels like war. A night that feels like surrender. And a consequence neither of them can ignore.
Now, she carries a secret that could shatter her empire.
And he carries a rage that could burn the world.
Bound by betrayal, pride, and a baby they never planned, Kiara and Silva are forced into a dangerous marriage where passion and hate blur into obsession.
But in a world where enemies wear smiles, secrets can kill, and love feels like the ultimate weakness—
Can two people who would rather destroy each other than submit…
Survive being tied together forever?
Baca
Chapter: Three Chapter 3### SILVA'S POVA sickening smile crept onto my lips at his words. I peered at him, staring behind the mask of depression and sadness he wore.Blackmail?He was either too weak in his brain to delude himself with such a thought of pulling my strings with that act, or my actions must have made him think I cared."I will ensure you have a peaceful funeral," I spoke, with a grin, as he hissed."Bloody brat!" he roared. "You will marry. You have no choice.""That's where you are fucking wrong. I do. I will never marry her.""You will."I spun around, striding toward the door. "The doctor will be here by 12 to check that liver of yours.""You will marry her, Silva.""Over my dead body."---### KIARA'S POV"Schedule a meeting with them by 12," I said, glancing through one of the many heaps of files that crowded my table, nose buried in the book as I read in between the lines.Securing a deal with the Russians was a perfect lane to strive to the top, a contract that would open so
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Chapter: TwoChapter 2### KIARA'S POV"Your mom is dying." For a minute, my heart stopped beating, and fear crept into my body, embracing me in its cold hold. "She has been vomiting blood. She keeps calling out to you, ma'am. I..." Morticia was crying hard, her voice hoarse. "She needs you."Those words snapped me out of my trauma. I ducked into my car, my phone still glued to my ear."Where is Father?! Take her to a freaking hospital!" I screamed."She..." The phone beeped loudly, indicating she had hung up."Morticia! Morticia!" I tossed the phone aside, switching the gear as I sped out, driving through the street like a drunk, yelling and breaking every traffic rule that hindered me from reaching home at the earliest.Morticia's words replayed in my mind a dangerously large number of times, fueling my anger. I took a turn, not caring about the horns that blared against me. I took yet another turn, narrowing through the lone road.She is dying? She was alright when I checked in with her later t
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Chapter: One ### KIARA'S POV"A minute," the reporters screamed, burrowing their way through the fence of guards."Ma'am, is it sheer luck that you’ve won best business woman for three years?"Luck? I hissed. What sheer stupidity.There is a clear difference between luck and how I built my empire. Luck was simply an excuse to latch onto. If I had believed in such a thought, I would have been wasting away in a poorly maintained orphanage with nothing but sorrows and dreadful memories of my misery to keep me company. Luck wasn't the one that propelled me to greatness; luck wasn't the one that made me who I was. I did. I didn't latch onto a cold corner waiting for an opportunity to shine; I created one and ran with it. I built myself. I went through hell to become who I was, to build my empire so high that it would take years—centuries—before someone reached my level.I leaned into the mic, making sure the camera caught my every cold expression. "I don't believe in such nonsense. You either work hard
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