The CEO's Revenge Bride

Elena's POVThe annual school dance was in full swing, with everyone dancing as the loud music and vibrant light echoed in the background. I stood at the edge of the dance floor, staring at him. Jordan Storm. I was finally going to tell him how I felt despite my nerves; I felt a spark of hope. I clenched my punch cup and finally mustered the courage to approach him. He was surrounded by a group of boys, their laughter echoing despite the loud music. I inhaled deeply, my heart pounding heavily in my chest.“Jordan,” I began, trying to keep my voice steady. “Can I talk to you?”He looked at me, and a wave of surprise spread across his face that quickly turned into something else—amusement. “Sure, Elena. What's up…?” “I've wanted to tell you something... It's just that I've had feelings for you for a while now. I was hoping—”Before I could finish, his expressions changed. His eyes narrowed, and a mocking laugh followed, cutting through the music. “Seriously, you really think someone li

Jordan's PovAs I stepped out of the skyscraper, heading towards my car, I was interrupted by a call from my father. He rarely called unless it was something important.“Hello," I waited to hear his voice from the other end.“Hello, how are you doing?” He asked, his voice strained before a violent cough followed. He was drinking again.I could never understand his drinking habits; it was obviously shortening his already old life. For some reason, whenever I asked, he'd say some shit about having no will to live. With the extent of his influence and wealth, it was hard to believe that was the case. But I couldn't care less. “You sound off. Is everything okay?” I asked.“Well, there are some things we have to discuss; I'll need you home, but you can be rest assured that it's nothing to do with my health,” he replied. He knew me too well, I wasn't going to ask about his drinking habits; I had my own share in it. “Alright,” I replied curtly before hanging up and turning on the car engin

I sat in my office space stunned by what had just transpired in front of me. Jordan had indifferently told me that he wanted me to be his fiancee. The very same Jordan who had enjoyed those years of mocking the fat old me in high school; he's got some nerves, he told me, looking at me like he was doing me a favor. He expected me to fall at his feet in gratitude.A thousand thoughts ran through my head, making it spin like crazy. I didn't know if I was more shocked or amused by his audacity, he had grown into a handsome young man, but his arrogance hadn’t changed a bit. And yet, here he was asking me whom he'd once dumped to be his fiancee.I had managed to keep my calm as he made mention of it because I wouldn't want to ruin any of my plans. But internally, a storm was brewing, and I barely held back my laugh. He surely had no idea who he was dealing with now. I was no longer that insecure fat girl, desperate for his attention, I no longer tremble under his gaze. I am a different pers