Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Ruthless CEO'S Chosen Wife : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

The evening was warm, a welcome change from the recent chaos in their lives. There were finally no flashing cameras, no intense questioning, and no distorted stories—just peace and being together. But they knew that peace wouldn't last. Michelle moved into the living room, her hair still damp from the shower. She wore one of Raymond’s button-down shirts, much larger than her size, which made it feel snug and comforting. The aroma of roasted garlic and wine sauce drifted in from the kitchen, it smelled delicious. She was pleasantly surprised to see Raymond there, his sleeves rolled up with an apron on, preparing dinner with the skill of a top chef. You cooked? she asked softly. He turned with a small smile. I can do more than just give orders and sign papers you know, he said. She laughed and joined him at the table, which was set with elegant cutlery, wine glasses, and a single lit candle. There was no need for a big speech or announcement; just this simple gesture meant everything

The world outside was quiet, wrapped in the stillness of night, but inside Raymond’s luxurious apartment, it felt warm and tense. There was something unspoken growing between him and Michelle. Michelle sat on the sofa, her legs tucked under her, holding a mug of chamomile tea. Raymond sat a few feet away, having loosened his tie and leaning back, observing her in the subdued light. She hadn’t said much since her argument on the rooftop with Millie. The emotions from that moment hung in the air, along with another feeling she didn’t want to acknowledge. Raymond finally spoke. You were brave to face her like that, he said. Michelle looked up. I didn’t feel brave. I felt like I was falling apart, she confessed. You stood your ground, he said, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. That shows strength. Michelle smiled weakly and looked down at her mug. She’s not going to stop. No, she’s not, Raymond replied, his voice firm. Michelle studied him. In the dim light, his features s

In the days that came after, Michelle felt a new kind of warmth she had never known. She loved waking up to cozy mornings under blankets with the lingering scent of Raymond’s cologne. It was comforting to have someone who genuinely cared about her. Raymond was more loving and attentive than she had expected. Although she tried to stay calm like him, inside she felt nervous. There was a heavy secret she carried, their shared secret—she was pregnant. The word felt strange, like something she wasn’t used to. Sometimes, she would find herself placing a hand on her stomach when no one was watching, feeling both amazed and worried. Then there was Millie. Thoughts about Millie never left her mind. The fear of her sister finding out made Michelle’s stomach uneasy, and not just because of morning sickness. Millie had always been unpredictable, causing chaos. But now, she seemed more determined and sneaky, willing to use anyone to get what she wanted. Michelle felt that her sister was closer

The atmosphere in the room was thick and hard to breathe. Michelle stood still, her heart pounding so loudly that Millie's voice seemed distant and muffled, almost as if it were underwater. I said, Millie repeated as she stepped closer, there's something you need to know before you tell him your little secret. Raymond stepped in front of Michelle again, clearly protecting her. Millie, whatever you're trying to do, it stops now. You shouldn't be here. Millie replied, her smile unwavering, Oh, but I should. You see, this happy story you two are living? It was supposed to be mine. Michelle looked at her like she was an idiot. Didn't' you already tell us that before...? Millie turned her gaze, eyes cold. Michelle wasn't upset about what she just said. and it annoyed her. Did you really think Raymond chose you? She continued . That he just happened to fall for the sister nobody ever noticed?" Michelle winced slightly, a flicker of pain in her eyes. But Millie continued relentlessly. Ou

Michelle gazed at the message again, feeling a chill in her fingers as the threat weighed on her mind. The words You’re next flashed ominously on the screen. Beside her, Raymond stood with one arm around her, his expression fierce and determined. They're getting bold, he remarked, his voice low and serious. Too bold. Speaking softly, Michelle said, Raymond, this isn't just about the company anymore. I know, Raymond replied, already taking action. That's why we can't just defend ourselves. We have to put an end to this. By the next morning, Raymond's office was buzzing with urgency. Mason, the Chief Financial Officer, sat across from him while the head of cybersecurity rapidly went through files and server logs. The screens showed a jumble of charts, login histories, and IP addresses, all pointing to an organized assault. We've had multiple breaches, the tech expert explained. The attackers used fake companies and disguised IPs, but we found a link. Everything traces back to Bla