All Chapters of Divorce To Marry A CEO : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

As the sun cast its rays into the sterile hospital room that was filled with the smell of medicine, Sophia woke up by her mother's side. She came here last night with the excuse of taking care of her mother. She didn't want to be alone as her heart was shattering into pieces and only by being with people who mattered to her could make her feel better. She couldn't look back to that cold lifeless house She had been in for 3 years. Not after the decision she had made. Every corner of that house reminded her of the marriage that never existed and she couldn't go back there again. With this thought, she exhaled sadly, before looking at her mom, who was sleeping peacefully, her face pale and weak. She had been sick for a while now and her surgery was postponed since they didn't have enough money for it. Her mother opened her eyes slightly as if feeling her emotional turmoil. The surgery was very important yet the funds seemed impossible to gather. Her mom, Catherine, pinned her hope on

The quiet man’s eyes burned with intensity, though his lips remained sealed. An underlying storm was brewing just below his carefully crafted facade, each unspoken word thickening the tension that hung heavily in the air.His assistant broke the silence again, visibly rattled. “Sir, what should we do? You know your grandfather’s will. The deadline for submitting the marriage certificate is today, or the company falls into someone else’s hands. Your uncle Gerald won’t waste a second exploiting this opportunity.”The mention of Gerald sparked something within him; a flash of barely contained anger hardened his face as his jaw tightened. But he said nothing, eyes distant as if weighing options that only he could see.Unbeknownst to them, Sophia was nearby and had caught every word. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but the urgency in their voices drew her in. "Marriage certificate?" The phrase echoed in her mind, a strange spark of desperation flickering to life. What if…?An idea—reckless

Mark stepped out in a black suit and a professional expression addressing her politely. “Good morning, Miss Blackwell. Mr Evans sent me to pick you up. He wants you to go to his Villa where you will be staying.” Sophia nodded, turning back to her apartment to get her suitcase. She came back and Mark escorted her towards the waiting car. Before she got in, she turned back, glancing at her small apartment. She had no idea what kind of life awaited her on the other side. Taking a deep breath, she got into the car comforting herself. She made the deal herself and now it was her responsibility to honor it. The drive took longer than Sophia expected as she watched the city gradually fade into the distance. As the landscape continued to change, Sophia got more nervous and she could feel the tension in her body just by looking at her sweating hands. The car finally stopped in front of a grand estate. It hid in a quiet corner of the world, surrounded by a serene lake and thick woods. Th

Sophia stood at the door to her mother's hospital room, taking a last look at her resting figure. Ethan had left a few minutes ago, promising to check in later, but she lingered a moment longer, watching her mother's chest rise and fall with every breath. Relief washed over her, knowing the worst of the surgery was behind them."Goodbye, Mom," she whispered, as though the words could reach her. She glanced back one last time and then quietly stepped out, her heart still heavy from the news she hadn't yet shared. The divorce was a chapter she'd managed to keep quiet, not out of shame, but out of the desire to protect her mother from more worry than she could bear. Sophia had lost so much, but now, in her mother's recovery, she felt a small piece of herself begin to mend.Outside the hospital, the air was warm with a gentle breeze, and for the first time in a while, she felt like she could breathe. As she walked down the busy street, her mind wandered to Alexander. Their arrangement was

Raphael's face hardened into a mask of unreadable emotion. "You're not meant to understand," he replied curtly. "Just know that Sophia's place in this family was deliberate. And now, you've jeopardized everything with your selfishness." Marcus's fists clenched at his sides, shame and resentment burning in his veins. He wanted to argue, to protest, but he felt like a child, chastised and powerless under Raphael's gaze. "You will fix this," Raphael said, his tone as cold as steel. "Find a way to get Sophia back. Do whatever it takes." A mixture of defiance and fear simmered within Marcus. He had always been his grandfather's puppet, forced to dance to his whims, but this command stung deeper than the others. Yet part of him couldn't deny the appeal of having Sophia back, reclaiming her as something that belonged to him. "Yes, Grandpa," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I'll bring her back." "Good," Raphael replied, a faint flicker of approval crossing his face. "Do not fa