The Ruthless CEO'S Chosen Wife 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 131 - 챕터 140

The morning sun bathed the penthouse in a golden warmth, streaming through the tall windows and casting soft shadows across the hardwood floors. Michelle stirred in bed, stretching lazily beneath the silky sheets. Her hand instinctively moved to her belly, where the memory of the baby’s first kick still lingered like a secret she hadn’t stopped replaying all night.She turned to find the space beside her empty, though still warm. A faint clatter came from the kitchen, followed by the unmistakable sound of Raymond’s voice—low, focused, speaking into the phone. It was a rhythm she’d grown used to, but lately, his tone had softened. He wasn’t the cold man the world feared anymore. At least not with her.Moments later, the bedroom door creaked open, and Raymond stepped inside with a tray in hand. On it was a simple breakfast—fresh croissants, a bowl of berries, and her favorite chamomile tea. He wore a navy blue T-shirt and grey linen pants, his hair tousled from sleep, and a boyish grin

The gentle hum of Raymond's computer filled the room as he focused intently on his work, typing quickly. Logan stood close by, arms crossed, observing his boss closely. Every lead they had explored had led nowhere. Whoever Millie might be working with—if she had a partner—was indeed skilled.I don't like this, Raymond muttered, looking at a report with concern. This person is very good at hiding their tracks. We checked Millie’s hotel. The room is under a false name, the security footage is gone, and the staff isn’t talking. Someone paid them off to keep their mouth shut.Raymond leaned back, jaw tight with frustration. Millie doesn’t have enough money for this. Someone is helping her. Logan nodded. I'll double the security at the villa. Triple it.Raymond thought about Michelle. He had watched her grow stronger with each challenge, but now she was expecting twins. He wanted to protect her and their new family more than anything. Keep an eye on the villa as well. Don’t let Michelle k

Millie's life was all about appearances. She always wore designer clothes, showed practiced smiles, and seemed in control. But when she saw the blurry photo of Dante and Raymond shaking hands, everything fell apart. Her hands shook, and the photo slipped to the floor like ash. No... no, this can't be, she murmured, her voice trembling.Desperately, she grabbed her phone, trying to call Dante. Her heart was racing, but the line was dead, just like everything else she relied on. Her fiancé, the last stable part of her life, had betrayed her. And even worse, he had formed and alliance with Raymond.On the other side of town, in Raymond's office, Dante sat calmly in a leather chair opposite Raymond. He seemed surprisingly composed for someone who had turned against his ex-fiancée. Raymond studied him closely. Are you certain about this decision?Dante nodded and pushed a sealed folder across the glossy desk. She crossed the line. I tried talking to her, but Millie only listens to herself.

Later that week . Spring came softly to New York City. The skyline was lit with golden sunlight, and a gentle breeze played with the blossoms on the trees. The city felt alive and new. For Michelle Davenport, today was more than just the change of season; it was her wedding day. She would marry the love of her life. Raymond Hawthorne, the man who loved her when no one else did, including herself.The rooftop of the Hawthorne estate was stunning. White roses lined the aisle, and beautiful glass chandeliers hung overhead. The air was filled with the scent of lavender. Fairy lights wrapped around pillars, and soft violin music played in the background. They had to use the rooftop since the first venue was destroyed by Millie.In the bridal suite, Michelle’s heart beat steadily as Chloe added the final touches to her dress. This gown was different—simple yet elegant. It was a sleeveless satin dress with a long train and subtle beads that sparkled with every move. Michelle had sewn it her

Rain battered the car's windshield while the driver drove quickly through the dark city streets. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, showing his concern. In the backseat, Michelle was surrounded by pillows. Her breathing was fast and shallow. One hand was on her large, pregnant belly, and the other was clutching Raymond's old suit jacket.Just a little longer, Raymond sat beside her, trying to sound calm despite the worry in his voice. I contacted the hospital. They're ready for us. Michelle groaned softly as another intense wave of pain moved through her. It's too early, Raymond… the babies—They'll be all right, Raymond insisted, reassuring himself. We'll make sure everything's okay. When the driver drove into the hospital's emergency entrance, the medical staff was already there. A doctor opened the back door, and Raymond quickly helped Michelle into a wheelchair.She's thirty-five weeks pregnant with twins and experiencing abdominal pain and contractions, Raymond explain