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CHAPTER TEN: Her Promise
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2025-05-28 13:00:34Minutes passed like a slow-moving storm, tense and thick with anticipation. Marceline emerged from the fitting room in silence, the delicate rustle of her gown echoing like whispered secrets across the luxurious boutique floor.
The gown was breathtaking—an opulent ball gown of snow-white satin, embroidered with shimmering silver stones that caught the ambient lighting overhead and scattered it like fragments of stars. The fabric hugged her waist before cascading down in ethereal waves, delicate and regal, a queen reborn.Marceline didn’t walk. She floated.She stepped forward, chin high, refusing to let the fluttering in her chest show. Her heart pounded beneath the delicate lace bodice, not out of excitement, but because she knew he was watching.Cross Dejeva.She raised her gaze and met his eyes.“How do you see it?” she asked softly, locking eyes with him, her voice a sweet melody masking the storm beneath.He didn’t
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MARRIED TO THE CEO WHO RUINED ME: HIS BRIDE, HIS REVENGE Chapter Sixty: I Can't
Marceline stared at her mother like she'd just spoken in a foreign language. The words hung in the air between them, heavy and impossible to process. Her brain felt like it was moving through thick honey, trying to make sense of what Amanda had just said."What are you saying, mother?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The confusion in her eyes was raw, vulnerable.Amanda's hands trembled as she reached out, her fingers wrapping around Marceline's wrist with desperate urgency. "Marceline, I know you might not like the idea, but that's the perfect way to escape Cross."The words hit Marceline like a physical blow. She looked down at her mother's grip on her hand—those same hands that had braided her hair as a child, that had held her when she cried, that had taught her how to be strong. Now they were asking her to run. To abandon everything.Slowly, deliberately, Marceline removed her hand from Amanda's grasp. The gesture was gentle but firm, like pulling away from a flame b
MARRIED TO THE CEO WHO RUINED ME: HIS BRIDE, HIS REVENGE Chapter Fifty Nine: Suggestion
"We should go inside, Celine," Jennie said, her voice cutting through the thick silence that had settled between them.Marceline blinked, suddenly aware that she'd been standing there like a statue, staring at the familiar wooden door of her childhood home. The paint was peeling around the edges, and she could see where the wood had warped from years of rain and sun. Everything looked smaller than she remembered, somehow more fragile.She nodded, not trusting her voice just yet. Her throat felt tight, like someone had wrapped their hands around it and squeezed.They walked up the three concrete steps that led to the front door. Each step echoed in the quiet afternoon air. Marceline's heart hammered so hard against her ribs she was sure Jennie could hear it. The sound seemed to fill her ears, drowning out everything else - the distant traffic, the neighbor's dog barking, even her own breathing.When was the last time she'd been here? Thre
MARRIED TO THE CEO WHO RUINED ME: HIS BRIDE, HIS REVENGE Chapter Fifty Eight: What Games Are You playing
"Ma'am, we're here."The taxi driver's voice cut through the fog of Marceline's thoughts like a knife through butter. She'd been staring out the window for God knows how long, watching the scenery change from the familiar cramped streets of her neighborhood to this... this place that looked like it belonged in a damn magazine."Oh, thank you," she muttered, fumbling around in her purse for her wallet. Her hands were shaking a little - when had that started? She pulled out a crumpled twenty and handed it to the driver, not even bothering to wait for change as she pushed the car door open.The taxi pulled away with a soft purr of its engine, leaving her standing alone on the sidewalk like some lost tourist. And honestly? That's exactly how she felt.Right before her stood a beautiful mansion. Not just nice. Not just big. Beautiful in that way that made your chest tight and your stomach drop because you knew you didn't belong anywhere near it. The kind of place that had perfectly manicur
MARRIED TO THE CEO WHO RUINED ME: HIS BRIDE, HIS REVENGE Chapter Fifty Seven: Hide And Seek
The taxi moved through the city streets, its engine humming quietly in the afternoon heat. Marceline pressed herself against the worn leather seat, staring out at the buildings that blurred past the window. Her chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped a rope around her ribs and pulled it taut.*She means nothing to me.*Cross's voice kept playing in her head, over and over, like a broken record that wouldn't stop. Each time she heard it, something twisted deeper in her stomach. She closed her eyes, but it didn't help. The words were there, burned into her memory."God, what was I thinking?" she whispered to herself, her breath fogging up the glass. The taxi driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror but said nothing. Smart man.Marceline pressed her palms against her eyes, trying to push the thoughts away. Of course he'd say that. Of course. Samantha had been there for five years - five whole years. She was the steady one, the reliable one, the one who knew how he liked his coffe
MARRIED TO THE CEO WHO RUINED ME: HIS BRIDE, HIS REVENGE Chapter Chapter Six: A Hunt For My Wife
Samantha stared at him, her mouth slightly open, eyes wide like she'd just watched him grow a second head. The silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable, broken only by the hum of the air conditioning in Cross's office.Never had she thought Cross would do this kind of thing. Not Cross. Not the man who treated relationships like disposable coffee cups, using them up and tossing them aside without a second thought."Cross, what has gone over you?" The words tumbled out before she could stop them, her voice higher than usual.She took a step closer, her heels clicking against the marble floor. "Don't tell me you've fallen for her." The words came out sharp, bitter. Like she was spitting out something that tasted bad.Cross didn't even look up from his desk where he was shuffling through some papers. His movements were casual, almost lazy. "It's not your business, Samantha."His voice was flat, emotionless. The same tone he use
MARRIED TO THE CEO WHO RUINED ME: HIS BRIDE, HIS REVENGE Chapter Fifty Five: Misunderstood
Back at Cross's office, the afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Samantha had been pacing up and down, her heels clicking against the marble with each anxious step. Now she stopped, turning to face Cross who sat behind his mahogany desk, looking through some papers like nothing had happened. She couldn't take it anymore. The silence was killing her. "Cross," she said, moving closer to his desk. Her voice was tight, almost pleading. "Tell me the truth." He looked up from his papers, his dark eyes meeting hers. There was something unreadable in his expression. "Tell me this is just one of those jokes you usually make," she continued, her hands gripping the edge of his desk. "Tell me what the media is saying isn't true. Tell me they're just making up stories like they always do." Cross set down his pen and leaned back in his chair. He watched her with that calm, calculating look he always wore when he was thinking.
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