All Chapters of The Ruthless CEO'S Chosen Wife : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The car was silent, almost too silent. The engine's hum and the slight noises as Isabella moved or tapped her nails on the leather armrest seemed loud in the tense quiet between them. Chloe was in the back seat, her heart beating fast as the city lights flashed by. Where are we going? she asked.Isabella didn’t turn to her. Somewhere private. Somewhere safe, she replied. Chloe’s eyes narrowed. That doesn’t really answer my question. Where the hell are you taking me to? Isabella finally glanced at her, her blue eyes cold and bright. I get it. You don’t trust me. I wouldn’t trust me either. But I didn’t bring you here to hurt you. I brought you to tell you something important, something others won’t.The car slowed and turned onto a narrow path, leading to an underground garage beneath a fancy private house. When the car stopped, Isabella pointed toward an elevator past a glass door. Come on. You have to see this yourself. Upstairs, in a simple penthouse with bright lights and sharp edg

The video came to life on Raymond's tablet, with Victor narrating softly through the speaker. She met him three times. Twice in private homes under fake names. This video is the latest, recorded just four days ago.Raymond and Michelle focused on the footage. In a dim hotel lounge, Calvin sat stiffly, talking to a woman in an elegant trench coat. The camera angle wasn't great, but her profile was clear when she leaned forward.It was Isabella Hawthorne. Michelle gasped. Your sister? Why would she betray you like this? Raymond paused, his jaw tight, and exhaled slowly, his cheek muscle twitching. She's always been angry with me... but this? He rose, tension in his voice. She's helping Calvin build a case against me? Giving him company secrets?Victor's voice returned. Financial details too. I found a transfer—shell companies, offshore accounts—and it links back to Isabella's trust. She's been secretly backing Calvin. Michelle was shocked. But why? She's been upset that I defied them,

The boardroom, usually quiet and tense, turned chaotic right after Victor spoke. Shock spread through the room like wildfire. People rustled their papers, raised their voices, and moved their chairs noisily across the polished floor. You have no right— Isabella's voice shook as she moved toward Victor, clearly upset. But she stopped when Raymond stood up, his gaze demanding attention. Victor, Raymond said in a calm voice, signaling for everyone to quiet down, thank you. Victor nodded and stepped back. As the noise settled, Raymond turned to the board and spoke firmly. You've all seen the evidence. This wasn't just some mistake—it was a betrayal. Our trust was broken by those who pretended to support our company. He paused, looking around the room. I don't need your sympathy; I need you to think carefully. If you believe I shouldn't lead Hawthorne Enterprises, then vote against me. But know that I will not step down quietly. If I leave, I will expose all the lies here. The room fel

The morning sun warmed Chloe's skin, but it didn't bring her any comfort. She was pacing nervously in the hallway of the Ashford house, tightly gripping a photograph. Her hands were trembling as she stormed into her father’s study without bothering to knock. Dominic Ashford looked up from his paperwork, startled by her sudden entrance. Where did this photograph come from? she demanded, slamming it down on his desk. Dominic stared at the image for a moment before leaning back in his chair, his expression growing tense. So, you’ve seen it, he said quietly. Chloe’s voice was shaky. You never told me about how she connects to Eleanor Hawthorne. Why did you hide it? He sighed deeply and turned his face away. I wanted to protect you. From what? Reality? she fired back, frustration clear in her voice. You only tell me bits and pieces, Dad. But now—this changes everything. Dominic slowly stood up and moved to pour himself a drink. Your mom and Eleanor were as close as sisters when they wer

The wind outside was loud and frightening, but Chloe ignored it. Her hands were shaking a little as she hid the frightening message deep in her coat pocket. She couldn’t let Michelle or Sebastian see it—especially now, with the twins just a few days old and their family already overwhelmed.Clarissa needed her help. That was the most important thing for Chloe. She took one last look at the quiet penthouse. The soft glow from the nursery light was still shining in the hallway. Her heart felt heavy as she wanted to stay. She wanted to talk to Michelle and let Sebastian do what he did best—protecting.But the sender of the message was clear: come alone, or Clarissa would vanish forever. Chloe couldn’t take that risk. So, she wrote a short note: I have to do something. Don’t worry. I’ll be back. —C and placed it on the kitchen counter. Her hand hesitated over the paper, but she didn’t have time for goodbyes. She slipped out the back door and vanished into the night.Inside, Michelle woke