All Chapters of A Bride For The CEO: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

★†★    He wouldn't punish her anymore?   That was a blatant lie, one slip up and he'd tie her in the damn dungeons.    Did he think her a fool?   Well she practically was a fool, but she wasn't stupid enough to listen to his gibberish and really believe it.   Sighing, she flung the sheets aside and despite her nakedness, she shuffled out of bed, knowing well enough that only her pair of eyes resided in the room. That trickster, Zheme left just minutes ago to cook, pretending to be the gentleman he definitely wasn't.   That man was nothing close to gentle, he was a psycho who got off on his ability to control other people, and now he wanted her to act like she usually do?   It was tempting, but she was sure he had a hidden agenda and Lexie would find it.   Huffing with a begrudging scowl on her lips, she grab

Steady and confident steps were what Zheme took up the stairs, hands in his pockets and a lopsided smirk laying mischievously at the left corner of his lips.   Its been a whole of thirty minutes since Lexie entered the bathroom and like she promised, she didn't return.   That girl was testing him, playing with his control as if it was a marble and challenging him as if they were in a damn fighting ring. If he could just maliciously slap her, then god knows he would, but a promise is a promise and he'd make sure to keep his til the end.   Reaching the door to his bedroom, he twisted the knob and with ease pulled it open.   His eyes darted around the room, finding not a single trace of Lexie and his nose not a stench of her scent. But his ears collected the sound of running water from the direction of the bathroom which told him that she was still in there.   Zheme walked over to t

†★   Zheme leaned back, a hand leaving the wall to brush loose strands of hair behind her ears. "That you're mine. You said you'd say it when you got to know me, wouldn't you say you know me enough now?"   The words that left his lips were not words Lexie expected, and not knowing what to say... "I-I... I don't know." She stuttered out, her mind laying in the bed of her arousal, making it hard for her to so much as think.   Zheme's hand twitched against the wall, a frown drawn handsomely across his face as he tried to remain in control. "It's been almost a week Lexie, you must've found out enough about me and if not, then let me at least tell you this, 'I'm a very mean person who doesn't like disrespect.'"   Lexie's heart started to beat in an irregular way, her mind trying but failing to hold tight to its decreasing rationality. "I-I already know that."   "Then what else do you

★†★   Incompetent...   Stupid...   That's how Zheme should've felt, but instead, an emotion, one close to elation, ran with a newfound elevation through his veins.   After all, he was sitting next to his fiancé who was not pretty and dumb, but instead beautiful and smart. She had brought forth an idea that had never stepped foot on his mind, an idea that actually made sense.   If he were to put the fingerprint recognition on the car handle, then the use of a remote starter would not be necessary, but then if he did that and the fingerprint sensor malfunctioned, how would the car be accessed?   Surely not by breaking the god damn window glass, but perhaps, he could put a keypad somewhere on the car for backup access.   Ye, that'd work.   Pulling the computer closer, he started to type in his newfound conception and Lex

★†★   Lexie was struggling to so much as turn on the damn stove and when she finally did, the look on her face told Zheme that she didn't know what else should be done.   He felt the need to smirk, laugh even, but instead, he eased out of his seat and like a predator, stalked towards her.   In front of the stove and just an inch away from her, he stopped, eyebrows knitted in confusion as Lexie filled the pot with water, dropping it with resentment on the stove. "Mom always made this thing, if she can, then I can too." She miserably grumbled, yet determination was as hard as a rock in her voice.   Beside her, Zheme shook his head, turning down the stove. "At the rate at which you're going, you can't."   "I-I can."   "You can't Lexie, you seem like someone who has the potential to burn down my house, so therefore, I'll help."   Lexie wanted