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Chapter 65, High Expectations Part 5.
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A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO ย ย ย Chapter 66, High Expectations, Part 6.
As I stood there, the weight of the moment pressing down on my shoulders, I couldnโt help but feel a surge of pride and anticipation. The room was filled with dignitaries, their eyes fixed on Ramiโs father as he stepped forward to deliver his speech. The air was thick with expectation, and I could sense the gravity of the occasion settling over everyone present.From my point, I watched him closely, noting the way he carried himselfโcalm, composed, and radiating a quiet confidence. He began to speak, his voice steady and resonant, filling the room with a sense of authority and purpose. "This new position is not just an honor," he declared, "but a profound responsibility. One that I do not take lightly."I felt a shiver run down my spine as his words echoed through the hall. He spoke of his commitment to serve his Majesty with unwavering dedication, to utilize every resource at his disposal, and to draw upon the depths of his knowledge and experience to fulfill his duties. His voice wa
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-03-13A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO ย ย ย Chapter 67, High Expectations, Part 7.
I sat in the sitting room, my hands folded neatly in my lap, trying to steady the nervous flutter in my chest. The afternoon light filtered through the tall windows, casting a warm glow over the ornate furniture. My father-in-law had insisted that this woman, Salima, would be the perfect guide to help me navigate the complexities of the royal court. I trusted his judgment, but the weight of what lay ahead pressed heavily on me. I wasnโt just a newcomer to this world; I was an outsider, and every misstep felt like it could cost me dearly.The sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, and I straightened my posture instinctively. The door opened, and there she wasโSalima. She carried herself with an air of quiet confidence, her posture upright but not rigid, her gaze sharp but not unkind. She was older than I had imagined, her hair streaked with silver, but there was a vitality in her movements that belied her age.โGood afternoon,โ she said, her voice calm and measured. โI am Salima. Yo
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-03-14A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO ย ย ย Chapter 68, High Expectations, Final Part.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across my room. I was still half-asleep, the remnants of last nightโs grandeur lingering in my mindโthe glittering chandeliers, the hum of conversation, the way Ramiโs hand had felt steady on my back as we navigated the crowd. But the peace was short-lived. A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts, and Tala entered, her usual calm demeanor replaced by something tense, almost urgent.โGood morning, Dema,โ she said, her voice low. She held her phone in her hand, her fingers gripping it tightly. โThereโs something you need to see.โI sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. โWhat is it, Tala? You look like youโve seen a ghost.โShe hesitated, then handed me the phone. โItโs about last night. The engagement party. Someoneโฆ someone filmed it. Everything. And now itโs all over social media.โI blinked, trying to process her words. โFilmed? What do you mean, *everything*?โโThe entire event,โ she said, her voice t
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-03-15A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO ย ย ย Chapter 69, The Scandal Part 1.
Iโve been watching Rami closely these past few days, and something feels off. Heโs not himself. The man I know is calm, patient, and thoughtful, but lately, heโs been a storm of emotionsโirritable, moody, and quick to anger. Itโs like living with a stranger, and itโs starting to worry me. This morning, I heard him yelling at the maid from the kitchen. His voice was sharp, cutting through the quiet of the house like a knife. I rushed in to see what was wrong, only to find him berating her for putting sugar in his coffee. โI donโt take sugar anymore! How many times do I have to say it?โ he snapped, his face red with frustration. The poor maid stood there, trembling, holding the offending cup. I tried to intervene, reminding him that heโs always taken sugar in his coffee, but he just brushed me off. โIโve stopped consuming sugar lately,โ he muttered, as if that explained everything. But it didnโt. Not to me. Later, I found him in the garden, pacing back and forth in front of the flowe
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-03-16A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO ย ย ย Chapter 70, The Scandal, Part 2.
I sat on the edge of the couch, my fingers nervously twisting the hem of my sleeve. Rami had been so distant lately, so angry, and I couldnโt figure out why. It wasnโt like him. He used to come home with a smile, pulling me into his arms as soon as he walked through the door. Now, he barely looked at me, he's stressed all the time and his temper flaring over the smallest things. I felt helpless, and I hated it.Tala stood across from me, dusting the shelves with her usual efficiency, but her eyes kept flicking toward me, soft with concern. โTala,โ I began, my voice hesitant, โI donโt know what to do anymore. Ramiโs been so stressed, so angry. Iโve tried talking to him, but he just shuts me out. I want to help him, but I donโt even know where to start.โShe paused, the duster hovering mid-air, and turned to face me fully. Her expression was thoughtful, her lips pursed as if weighing her words carefully. โYou know,โ she said slowly, โRamiโs always been a mamaโs boy. If anyone knows wha
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-03-17A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO ย ย ย Chapter 71, The Scandal, Part 3.
I was sitting in my office, of the sound of the computer filling the room, when my phone buzzed on the desk. I glanced at it, expecting a work email or maybe a text from Rami. But the notification was from an unknown number. My brow furrowed as I unlocked the screen and opened the message. It was a picture. My stomach dropped.There he wasโRami, my husbandโsitting across from a woman in a restaurant. They were leaning in close, her hand resting on the table near his. My chest tightened, but I forced myself to breathe. I wasnโt going to let this rattle me. Whoever sent this clearly wanted a reaction, and I wasnโt about to give them the satisfaction. I typed out a quick reply, my fingers steady despite the anger simmering beneath the surface.*โIโm not interested in whatever game youโre playing. Do not contact me again.โ*I hit send and immediately blocked the number. My hands trembled slightly as I set the phone down, but I refused to let it consume me. I had work to do. I turned back
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-03-18A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO ย ย ย Chapter 72, The Scandal, Part 4.
The pressure of the day settled heavy on me, a weight on my stiff shoulders and clenched jaw. The room felt far too small and the air thick; I wished to be left alone. Rami was walking toward me, his footsteps quiet, but I knew what was coming: the kiss, the touches. But not tonight. I was just not in the mood to fake things. He leaned in, trying to kiss my forehead, but I stiffened and stepped back. I did not look at him; I could not. Because if I did, I might break down, and I could not let him see me like thatโnot yet."What's wrong, Dema?" he asked in a low, cautious voice.I shook my head and crossed my arms over my chest. "Nothing, I'm just tired tonight, and I'm not in the mood"I turned to walk out of the room, looking for some breathing space where I could think without him hovering.But he wouldn't let me. He grabbed my wrist; his grip was strong but not painful. He pulled me back to face him. "Answer me," he said, the volume of his voice edging up. "I hate when you talk to
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-03-19A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO ย ย ย Chapter 73, The Scandal, Part 5.
I stumbled out of the mansion, my vision blurred by the tears streaming down my face. My chest felt like it had been ripped open, my heart shattered into pieces I didnโt think could ever be put back together. The cool night air hit my skin, but I barely felt it. All I could feel was the crushing weight of betrayal, of anger, of hurt. Ramiโs words echoed in my mind, each one a dagger twisting deeper. I couldnโt breathe. I couldnโt think. I just needed to get away.I fumbled with the car door, my hands trembling so badly I could barely grip the handle. My sobs were loud, uncontrollable, and I hated how weak I sounded, how weak I felt. I just wanted to disappear, to drive far away where I wouldnโt have to face him, where I wouldnโt have to face the mess of emotions tearing me apart. I slid into the driverโs seat, my body shaking, and reached for the door to slam it shut.But before I could, a hand gripped the edge of the door, stopping it. I looked up, and there he was. Rami. His face wa
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-03-20
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A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO ย ย ย Chapter 148, Rami's Dairies Part 23.
When Dema told me she was pregnant, I didnโt know what came over me. My chest tightened, my thoughts raced, and for a moment, I couldnโt even form a response. We had talked about having kids many times beforeโlong conversations that stretched late into the night, filled with hopes, fears, and unspoken tensions. Every time, I told her I wasnโt ready, that the timing wasnโt right, that we needed to wait. And every time, she would look at me with those deep, pleading eyes, her voice soft but unwavering as she explained why she wanted this so badly. She had been an orphan, raised in a system that never gave her the warmth of a real family. She told me how she used to watch other children with their parents, aching for something she never hadโa home, stability, unconditional love. To her, having a child wasnโt just a desire; it was a need, a way to fill a void that had been hollowed out by years of loneliness. She feared that if we kept dismissing the idea, she might never get the chance
A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO ย ย ย Chapter 147, Rami's Dairies Part 22.
Love is such a strong word, if you ask me. It's a kind of driving forceโsomething deep and complicated for some people, yet so simple and spontaneous for others. I used to believe that people who have more get more love: people who have more money than others, people who have more influence, more beauty. That's why I didn't believe in love, because I believed it was just another term used to justify capitalistic ideals, a cover for peopleโs lust and greed. And it's trueโsome people do use love to get what they want, or they just don't know the difference between love and ambition. My whole life, I thought that I deserved love because I had money, status, and looks. I had the whole package; I was at the top of the social pyramid. That's just how our world worksโbut again, this is ambition, not real love. Real love is loving someone even when they have nothing. Real love is loving someone for the way they treat you. You can truly love someone for a certain quality about them, and
A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO ย ย ย Chapter 146, Rami's Dairies Part 21.
Love is such a complicated matter. It is very mysterious to me, especially identifying love. Identifying your own emotions is the tricky part. Do you really love this person, or do you just like this person? Do you love them despite their flaws? Do you love them as a whole, or do you just love a specific quality about this person ? Would you still love this person if they lost everything? Would you still love them if they changed? These questions have been on my mind my whole life, and Iโve given up on finding answers. I thought I loved Bayan, yet I moved on with my life just fine after she disappeared. I thought I liked Rola, but when she broke our engagement and left, I didnโt feel anythingโI didnโt even shed a single tear. But when I realized for the first time that I could lose Dema, it frightened my soul. For the first time, I felt like my entire world would crash. --- Iโve never felt anything like this before with anyone else. Yes, I admit Iโve been with many wo
A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO ย ย ย Chapter 145, Rami's Dairies Part 20.
There were nights when the weight of my fatherโs expectations pressed down on me until I couldnโt breathe. Iโd sit in the dark, wondering if I was an embarrassment to himโif Iโd ever be enough. But Demaโฆ she always knew. Sheโd find me, her hands gentle on my shoulders, her voice steady. "Youโre not failing," sheโd say. "Youโre building something heโll never understand." And somehow, just her saying it made me believe it. She never let me face anything alone. Every gala, every meeting, every public appearanceโshe was there, flawless, poised, making me look stronger just by standing beside me. People noticed. Theyโd whisper about how lucky I was, and they were right. When my motherโs birthday came around, and I was drowning in indecision, Dema took over. She planned everythingโthe flowers my mother loved, the guests list, even the cake from that little bakery she used to take me to as a child. My mother hugged me that night and said, "it was one of the best birthdays I've ever had."
A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO ย ย ย Chapter 144, Rami's Dairies Part 19
I stood there, staring at the half-finished rose garden, dirt smeared across my hands, sweat dripping down my forehead. I had never done anything like this beforeโnot with my own hands, at least. My whole life, if I wanted something done, I paid someone to do it. But thisโฆ this had to be done by me. Dema had made me that sweaterโknitted it herself, stitch by stitch. I still remember the way she smiled when she gave it to me, how soft it felt, how it carried the weight of her effort. I wanted to give her something just as meaningful, something that showed her I cared enough to try. But what could I do? I didnโt know how to knit, or paint, or build. I had no skills like that. Then, as I passed by the flower shop downtown, it hit me Dema loves flowers.I bought every rose they had. Red, pink, whiteโenough to fill the entire side garden of the mansion. When I got home, I called the gardener over. "I need everything readyโsoil, tools, space. I'm doing this myself," I told him. He r
A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO ย ย ย Chapter 143, Rami's Dairies Part 18.
Dema wasnโt just my wifeโshe was my first real friend, the first person who truly saw me.Before her, no one had ever asked about the things that brought me joyโnot out of obligation or strategy, but simple curiosity. She was the one who listened when I rambled about random historical facts, who remembered the names of my childhood pets, who laughed at my terrible jokes not because she had to, but because she genuinely found them funny. With her, I didnโt have to perform or posture. For the first time, I felt like I could just exist and that would be enough. She taught me things I never realized I was missingโsmall, sacred acts of love Iโd never witnessed growing up. She was the first person to cook my favorite meal just because she noticed Iโd had a long day. The first to show me how to hold someoneโs gaze until the world fades away, how to listen not just to words but to the spaces between them. She showed me how to celebrate the detailsโthe way someoneโs nose scrunches when they
A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO ย ย ย Chapter 142, Rami's Dairies Part 17
My whole life, Iโve known that people liked meโnot for who I was, but for where I came from. Growing up, I attended an elite international school, the kind reserved for the children of diplomats, CEOs, and old-money heirs. It was a world of polished hallways and whispered connections, where last names carried more weight than personalities. My parents never let me forget my privilege. "You deserve only the best," they would say, as if excellence were an inheritance rather than something earned. Their words were laced with unspoken rules Only associate with those who match your status. Never lower yourself. Remember who you are.But the irony was suffocating. Even among the privileged, I was treated differentlyโlike some kind of crown prince in a kingdom of lesser nobles. At first, I thought it was because of my familyโs wealth, or maybe my fatherโs influence in certain circles. But the truth was far more transactional. The other children didnโt befriend me; they were assigned to me. T
A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO ย ย ย Chapter 141, Rami's Dairies Part 16.
After the storm of anger subsided, the crushing weight of realization settled over me. What had I done? The question echoed in my mind, relentless and suffocating. I had lost controlโcompletely, unforgivably. And now, I had to fix it. But how? This wasnโt just anyoneโthis was her. My wife. The woman who had stood by me through every hardship, whose laughter had been my solace, whose touch had been my anchor. And I had struck her. A hard, unforgiving slapโone fueled by a rage I didnโt even recognize in myself. The moment my hand connected with her skin, something inside me shattered. I had never been the kind of man who concerned himself with the emotions of others. If I wronged someone, so what? If they resented me, it was their problem, not mine. I moved through life untouched, unbothered. But thisโฆ this was different. This wasnโt some stranger, some acquaintance whose feelings I could dismiss. This was the woman I loved. The other half of my soul. Why had I done it? The questi
A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO ย ย ย Chapter 140, Rami's Dairies Part 15.
For the longest time, I truly believed our marriage was perfectโor at least, that it should have been. I thought love was simple: give her gifts, smile at her, and sheโll be happy. I told myself that if I loved her deeply, that was enough. After all, shouldnโt love mean acceptance? Shouldnโt she love me for who I am, flaws and all? But I was wrong. Looking back, I realize now how little effort I truly put into nurturing our relationship. I took her presence for granted, assuming that as long as I cared for her in my own way, she would stay content. I didnโt see the cracks forming between usโthe quiet disappointments, the unspoken frustrations. Love isnโt just about feeling; itโs about doing, about showing up every day in ways that matter to the other person. And I failed at that. One of the biggest issues between us was how I acted around other women. She tried, more than once, to tell me how much it hurt herโthe way I laughed too easily at their jokes, the way my friendliness som
