A Stolen Bride For the Ruthless CEO’S OBSESSION

Ronan. Ten years.Ten years in Hell and the first words out of my mouth were: “Where is my wife?!” “God, Ronan, it’s been ten years and the first thing you request for is for some woman?” Elena scoffed.“I’m not going to say it again, Elena.” I snapped and I could have sworn I saw her flinch. “Now we’re on first name basis. I birthed you Ronan, and I will—““No!”I cut her off mid sentence, moving dangerously close to her, while the rest of the relatives with plastered smiles and a fake welcome moved a few steps away… visibly terrified. But she remained glued to the ground. Dr Elena Vaughn, my mother stood her ground as I spoke. “You will do nothing, I promise you.” And for the first time, she faltered. I knew that face, because I had worn it for ten freaking years. “I’ll tell you where she is but you have to hear me out, Ronan.” I lifted my left hand to check the time on my watch, “Five minutes.” The room emptied out within seconds, leaving just us in the rich leather smelling

Cheyanne.I wanted to scream — no, I wanted to tear the heavy satin off my skin and just run anywhere but here, my hand wouldn’t stop shaking and my lips trembled. But I couldn’t, Gia was the only person who would know I was actually missing and if they took her too—so I stepped on my toes and placed a feather light kiss on my husband’s lips. He didn't return the kiss, he just stared with a cocked brow. Acting like he expects more.Around us, the small crowd erupted into cheers, a tear slipped out my eyes but I wiped it with the hem of my sleeve before it touched my cheeks. A small breathless laugh escaped my throat, who’d have thought? Staring at the huge stone on my finger that burned into my skin itching for me to take it off. It seemed more like a shackle.“Do you remember me now?” His voice was surprisingly deeply baritone and it terrified me more. He wasn’t looking directly at me when he spoke. He had his face straight on as we walked down the aisle together and out of the c

Cheyanne. It’s been three days. Three days of being Mrs Ivy Vaughn. I haven’t stepped foot out of the room since my last encounter with Ronan. At some point, the hospital monitor was moved out and the room seemed less like a hospital.Every day, I was brought a tray of fresh fruits, steaming meals: bread, soup, meat. Everything fitting for a queen. Except that I barely touched it— I was no queen. I always ended up bawling my eyes out in the shower, wondering if I should just accept it. Sometimes I get the sudden urge to fight but whenever I get to my feet, my knees become weak and wobbly. Every plan I came up with sounded brilliant in my head… until I reached the doorknob. I knew it wasn’t always going to be this way. The ring sitting on my finger still felt unreal, I remembered telling Gia she was going to get married before me but guess who did it first. A light knock on the door brings me out of my deep thoughts. I glanced at the digital clock on the vanity stand. Lunchtime aga

Cheyanne.“Not today.” He simply said. “Thanks for the food.”“Sure,” I replied. “About the food, it’s bland.” I muttered, searching his face for any flicker of expression. There was nothing, aside from his eyes. It was dull, with no light in them. When he caught me staring, he looked away. “I prefer it that way.” “Why?” I questioned.“It’s not important.” He said, before tipping up a bottle of water. He changed the topic abruptly. “Alice mentioned you wanted to go out.” Sensing he didn’t want to say much, I dropped it. “Ohh… about that.” I cleared my throat. “I’m bored staying indoors all the time.” I sighed, staring at my fingers. “I don’t have clothes and so many items I need.” A small, genuine smile touched his lips. “I wondered when you were going to ask.” He muttered. His smile faded, now squinting his eyes. “Why don’t you have a lot of things?”I pondered for a lie but none were coming to head so I shrugged. “I just want new things.” “Mhm. Good.” He paused, his gaze s