All Chapters of The Ruthless CEO'S Chosen Wife : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The morning started with a tender kiss on Michelle’s forehead from Raymond. The comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifted in from the kitchen. Today felt different—there were no loud noises, no police officers, and no surprise visits from her troublesome twin sister. Everything was calm and peaceful. Michelle held her growing belly gently with both hands as she walked into the living room. She was wearing a flowing light blue maternity dress. Her belly was becoming more noticeable, a gentle reminder that life continues despite any turmoil. Raymond was sitting at the kitchen counter with his laptop open and a plate of uneaten toast beside him. As soon as she walked in, his eyes lit up and softened as he looked at her. You slept a bit longer this morning, he observed, standing up to pull out her chair. She smiled, grateful for his thoughtfulness, and sat down. This baby seems to think 4 a.m. is the perfect time to start moving around, she joked. He chuckled warmly and leaned

Raymond and Michelle arrived at the fancy rooftop lounge just before sunset. The city looked beautiful with the warm glow of the evening light, but the atmosphere between them felt tense. Michelle's stomach was in knots—not from hunger, but from a feeling of unease that had been bothering her for days. Walking toward the lounge felt like moving closer to something she wasn't prepared to face. Inside, Raymond held her hand tighter as they entered. The low murmur of conversations and the soft clinking of glasses became just background noise. The lounge was sleek and modern, with huge windows showing off the impressive city skyline. But they weren't there to enjoy the view. In the corner sat Celeste Monroe with a glass of champagne. The dim lighting softened the sharpness of her features, but her presence was hard to ignore. She looked poised and confident, clearly intending to be noticed. Raymond's jaw clenched at the sight of her, and Michelle felt a strange mix of emotions—perhaps

Michelle opened her eyes slowly in the hospital room, the sterile smell immediately filling her nose. Her head throbbed, and she heard machines softly beeping around her. As her vision became clear, she saw Raymond sitting beside her, gently holding her hand. He looked worried, a look she hadn’t seen before. Raymond? she whispered weakly. He leaned closer, making sure she was really awake. Michelle, he said with relief. His thumb softly rubbed the back of her hand. You're awake. How do you feel? Michelle tried to speak, but fear and confusion made it hard. She looked at Raymond's hand holding hers, which was comforting. But memories of her mother's harsh words and her father's tears rushed back, making her feel overwhelmed. Everything happened so fast, she said with a shaky voice, finally meeting his eyes. What happened? I can’t remember— You fainted, Raymond explained, worry in his voice. Your mother’s words were too much. It all overwhelmed you, and you passed out. We rushed yo

Rain gently fell over the city, creating a light grey mist that seemed to cover everything. It was later in the day, but the sky was already dark in Manhattan, making everything look spooky and strange. Michelle was sitting by the window in Raymond’s top-floor house. She had a warm shawl wrapped around her and was gently holding her round belly. Next to her sat a cup of chamomile tea, which she hadn't touched. The storm outside was nothing compared to the storm inside her mind. Ever since Raymond had told her the whole truth—about her father, about Millie, and how her name was wrongly connected to crimes she never took part in—Michelle had barely talked. It was almost a joke. She had always kept quiet and avoided causing trouble, yet she was the one who seemed to suffer the most. To make matters worse, Millie had gotten away. And was probably coming for her. Michelle felt a strong sense that someone was watching her. She had a gut feeling her sister was near. It was like an instinct

The morning sun shone through the penthouse windows, filling the living room with a warm, golden light. Michelle stood by the window, holding a mug of tea, and gazed out at the city skyline. For once, the outside world didn't seem overwhelming. The chaos had calmed, and she felt like she could breathe again. Raymond entered from the hallway, adjusting the cuff of his shirt. He stopped when he saw her, a small smile on his face. Didn't think you’d be up this early. Michelle turned toward him with a gentle look. “I hardly slept. My mind is still trying to process everything.” He approached and gently wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, planting a kiss on her shoulder. “You’ve been through so much in recent weeks, more than a lot of people face in a lifetime. I guess I'm just... waiting for something bad to happen, she confessed. My mind doesn’t seem to believe we’re really safe yet. You are safe, Michelle, he whispered. You’re home. No one will hurt you again. She turn