All Chapters of The Ruthless CEO'S Chosen Wife : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Michelle’s heart pounded as she and Raymond left the Hawthorne estate. The weight of the forged will still burned in her mind, she could stop thinking about it, but Raymond’s words echoed louder—Do you trust me to fix this? She had given him her answer, but trust alone wasn’t enough. She needed to act.The car ride was silent, tension thick in the air. Michelle’s fingers curled against the leather seat, her jaw clenched. Eleanor was powerful, cunning, and willing to manipulate the truth to get what she wanted. And what she wanted was to erase Michelle from the equation entirely.Raymond finally broke the silence. “We need to fight back immediately. If we let this sit, Eleanor will use every connection she has to cement that forged will as legitimate.”Michelle nodded. “But how? If she’s already had it signed and witnessed, it won’t be easy to prove it’s fake.”Raymond’s lips pressed into a firm line. “There’s always a way.”His confidence should have reassured her, but all she could t

The moment the journalist’s question hit the air, Michelle’s blood turned to ice. "Is it true that your marriage to Raymond Hawthorne is nothing more than a temporary contract?" The words hung between them like a guillotine, poised to slice through everything. Cameras flashed, microphones thrust towards their faces, the reporters voices overlapping in a chaotic frenzy. Michelle opened her mouth, but no words came out. Raymond, however, didn’t hesitate. He stepped in front of her, his entire demeanor shifting into something dangerous. The temperature in the room seemed to drop as he turned his piercing gaze on the journalist. “Where did you hear that?” He asked, his voice was quiet, but there was something lethal beneath it. David Carter—the smug reporter who had asked the question—grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “I have sources, Mr. Hawthorne. Reliable ones.” But I can't disclose that. He said.Raymond’s jaw ticked. “Reliable?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Your ‘sourc

The drive to the Hawthorne estate was eerily quiet. Michelle sat beside Raymond in the backseat of his sleek black car, her hands folded tightly in her lap. She had met Jonathan Hawthorne once before—at their engagement dinner—but back then, she had been too overwhelmed to process much. Now, after everything that had happened, meeting him again felt different. Because this time, he was asking to see her.Michelle stole a glance at Raymond. He was unreadable as ever, his sharp profile illuminated by the glow of the city lights. His fingers drummed lightly against his thigh, a sign that he was deep in thought. She wondered what he was thinking about.Michelle swallowed. “Is he going to interrogate me?” Raymond’s lips twitched. “Most likely.” “Fantastic.” She exhaled slowly. “Any tips?” “Yes.” He turned his gaze to her, his eyes darkening just slightly. “Don’t let him intimidate you.” Michelle let out a humorless chuckle. “Right. Because that’ll be so easy.” Raymond reached o

The man who visited Eleanor was Noah Sinclair, a powerful businessman with a personal vendetta against Raymond and. He is a former rival of Raymond's in both business and personal matters. Years ago, Noah lost a major deal to Raymond, and since then, he has harbored resentment toward him. However, his grudge deepened when he realized that Michelle, the woman now standing beside Raymond, was someone he once had his eye on. He had asked Michelle out once and she had rejected him, and since then , he vowed to make her regret turning him down.Their ultimate goal is to strip Michelle of everything and force Raymond into a position where he has no choice but to abandon her. Eleanor wants to get rid of Michelle, while Noah wants to see Raymond ruined and Michelle in his grasp.But what they don’t realize is that Raymond is already ten steps ahead. He knew everything that was going on. He was watching their every step.Michelle’s heart pounded as she stood frozen outside Eleanor’s study, hid

Michelle sat in stunned silence as she stared at the legal documents before her. Her hands trembled slightly as she traced the bolded name at the top of the inheritance records. **Michelle Davenport.** Not Millie. Not the golden child. Not the one their parents had paraded around as the heir to Margaret's fortune. Her Everything—the estate, the company shares, the Davenport name—had been meant to be hers all along. She had spent years believing she was worthless to her family. That she was only an afterthought, a burden they tolerated. But the truth was far worse. They had **stolen** everything from her. Her parents had rewritten the legal documents, deliberately erasing her from what was rightfully hers and handing it over to Millie. Michelle’s breath hitched as she looked up at Raymond, who was watching her closely. His expression was unreadable, but there was a fire in his gaze—an unwavering intensity that sent shivers down her spine. “This…” Michelle