LOGINMichelle Davenport has always been invisible—overshadowed by her twin sister, Millie, and used as a pawn in her family’s business dealings. When her parents arrange her marriage for profit, she prepares for another sacrifice. But fate intervenes, and she finds herself engaged to Raymond Hawthorne—a ruthless billionaire who needs a wife to appease his family. It’s supposed to be a contract, nothing more. But as Michelle steps into Raymond’s world of wealth, power, and deception, everything changes. The cold CEO starts to notice her, protect her, and make her feel wanted for the first time in her life. Just as she dares to believe in something real, Millie sets her sights on Raymond, determined to steal him for herself. Betrayal, jealousy, and unexpected love turn their arrangement into something far more dangerous—especially when Michelle discovers she’s carrying Raymond’s children. Now, she must fight for herself, for love, and for the family she never had. Will she finally claim her happiness, or will she once again lose everything to the sister who always took it all? The Ruthless CEO’s Chosen Wife is a gripping billionaire romance filled with passion, power plays, and a heroine’s journey from being weak and unwanted to finding love, strength, and the life she deserves.
View MoreDecember arrived quietly, bringing a gentle touch of magic. Snow fell lightly on the rooftops, like a sprinkle of sugar, calming the busy city as if it was holding its breath for something special. The holiday season was coming, and the streets glowed with twinkling lights. Inside the Hawthorne household, a new chapter was unfolding. Michelle was resting in the hospital, looking tired but peaceful. She gazed lovingly at the two small babies in her arms—one on her left, the other on her right. The babies, a boy and a girl, both had soft curls and gentle faces, cuddling close to their mother’s warmth.Raymond sat beside her, his eyes steadily fixed on their newborns. He gently stroked his daughter's back, whispering, “Alexander and Abigail.” He savored the names, seeing them as perfect. Michelle nodded softly, They look like you. Raymond smiled, saying, "They have your nose. “And your long eyelashes.” “And your stubborn chin,” he added teasingly. Michelle chuckled, They’re going to keep
By late August, the city had a warm, golden glow. Tree leaves were deep green, and the air smelled of fresh grass and roses. Michelle sat in the nursery watching Olivia try to build a block tower, while Oliver knocked it down. Her belly was getting bigger, firm under her dress, the twins moving and kicking inside her. The house was quietly waiting for their arrival. This time felt different—more real, more intentional. Raymond came in, wearing a T-shirt and joggers, with a tray of a smoothie and banana bread. Here’s your afternoon treat, he said, smiling. Michelle laughed, taking the tray. You’re getting good at this. I’m adjusting, he replied, sitting beside her and wrapping an arm around her. How are they?She looked at the twins. Olivia builds like an architect. Oliver takes down like a demolition crew. Raymond chuckled. Just like us. Exactly. They watched the twins bicker, laugh, and then work together briefly. I’ve been thinking, Michelle said, sipping her smoothie. After the bab
In recent months, Michelle's life had quietly transformed. Spring had shifted into early summer, bathing the city in sunshine and filling the air with the sweet scents of magnolia and jasmine. Michelle's life, once chaotic and stressful, had become unexpectedly calm. It wasn't perfect, but it was steadier.Her current pregnancy was going more smoothly and with less stress. This might have been because Raymond helped her avoid unnecessary stress or because she learned to share tasks more effectively. She was approaching the end of her second trimester, with her belly visibly round, and she moved more slowly but with purpose.Her twins, Olivia and Oliver, were now lively toddlers. They started daycare a few weeks ago, and on their first day, Michelle wasn't sure if her tears came from relief or guilt. The twins were growing quickly, speaking in sentences that were both awkward and charming. They loved naming and repeating everything they encountered, even the things they probably should
The gentle clinking of silverware and quiet background conversations created a calm atmosphere. Michelle stirred her lemon slice in her sparkling water at the café where she had met Eleanor the day before. This time, Raymond was with her, offering quiet support. Across the table, Eleanor appeared calmer and less businesslike than usual.First, Eleanor began, placing her hands on the table neatly, thank you both for meeting me again. I know this isn't easy. Raymond nodded. We’re here because it’s important to Michelle. Michelle looked directly at Eleanor. You mentioned wanting to discuss more beyond just the plans. Eleanor smiled slightly and took a sip of her drink. Yes. Yesterday was about the project, and today... I want to be more open. Less formal, if that’s okay.Michelle nodded. Go ahead. Eleanor paused to gather her thoughts. I spent a long time building my reputation and company, and I put up a wall between myself and others. I thought it was necessary because successful women
Raymond sat on the edge of a marble bench outside the café, holding his phone to his ear. Millie's voice was steady, but there was a hint of sadness that lingered in his mind. I’ve been thinking a lot, she said. I really needed to talk to someone who knew me before I lost my way. Raymond looked up
The grand entrance hall of the Hawthorne estate looked like it hadn't changed in years. The ceiling was high, a beautiful crystal chandelier hung from it, and the shiny marble floors all showed the family's rich and powerful history. But now, the air felt different, as if something important was ab
The atmosphere in Michelle's home office was tense, filled with the hard truth Victor had just revealed. Charles Blackwell, once a trusted friend and mentor, was now a looming problem from Raymond’s past affecting their present. Raymond stood by the desk, arms crossed and face tense. This can’t be
Michelle was seated at the head of a large, shiny conference table. The table was covered with open laptops, papers, and her legal team, who looked worried. Next to her sat Raymond, showing a calm face, but his eyes were sharp and serious. Across from them, Victor Calloway used a big touchscreen mo


















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