All Chapters of The Ruthless CEO'S Chosen Wife : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Michelle read Eleanor’s note again, tracing the beautiful handwriting with her eyes. Her heart was a mixture of emotions. It felt so strange. Words from someone she used to fear and misunderstand now felt like a gentle comfort. The apology wasn’t flashy or begging for understanding; it was honest, vulnerable, and human.Did she really write this? Michelle asked quietly, looking up at Raymond, her fingers brushing the paper’s edge. She did, Raymond replied, gently tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. Jonathan gave it to me today, together with that pocket watch.Michelle's gaze shifted to the watch, which gleamed softly in the afternoon light. It was a symbol from the past, now unexpectedly connecting her to Raymond’s family—not through marriage or duty, but through acceptance. She said I gave you something she never could, Michelle said, her voice filled with emotion. Peace. Family. A future.Raymond nodded, his hand wrapping around hers. And she's right. You’ve given me every

Michelle kept looking at her phone after the call ended. Her heart was racing, and her mind was filled with thoughts. Adrien Vale—yes, the famous Adrien Vale—wanted to be her mentor. He saw her not just as someone’s wife or daughter-in-law but as a talented architect with her own ideas and potential.Eventually, she turned to her friend Chloe and her sister Millie, her face glowing with disbelief.“Well?” Chloe asked eagerly. “Don’t keep us waiting!”Michelle tried to speak, but it felt unreal. “Adrien Vale wants to mentor me. He saw my work and has offered me a summer mentorship in London.”Millie gasped. “Adrien Vale, the renowned architect?”Michelle nodded, still surprised. “Yes, that one.”Chloe squealed, grabbing Michelle’s hands with excitement. “This is incredible! Many architects dream of meeting him, let alone working with him.”Michelle nodded, wiping her misty eyes. “I don’t even know how he got my portfolio…”Millie smiled warmly. “You’re that talented. Your work stands o

The small café that Damian chose was in a peaceful spot of Manhattan, away from their usual glamorous hangouts. Inside, it had a cozy charm with mismatched chairs and interesting art on the walls. The delightful smell of fresh cinnamon rolls drifted from the kitchen. Millie arrived five minutes early, which was unusual for her. She wore a soft green sweater and high-waisted jeans, and she had her hair casually tied up into a bun. She looked like a regular person—not the famous Millie Davenport dealing with paparazzi and luxury events, but someone more gentle and authentic.Damian was already there, seated by the window with two cappuccinos and a lemon tart on the table. As she approached, he stood up, smiling warmly. No clipboard today? he joked. No party chaos either, she answered with a small laugh, sitting across from him. They began talking about easy topics, like their favorite coffee, how amusing it is to see velvet cake at children’s parties, and their friend Felix's awful but

Chloe nearly canceled the trip multiple times before leaving the city. It wasn't because of fear—not the kind she could describe. There was a nervous flutter in her chest that wouldn't go away. She stood in front of her mirror with a half-packed suitcase, pacing around her apartment for an hour before finally closing it. Maybe the thought of being alone with Sebastian made her anxious. There would be no distractions or work deadlines, and no conveniently timed phone calls to dodge uncomfortable silences. It would just be her and him. But still, she went. When they arrived at the lake house deep in the Hudson Valley, the sun was setting, casting golden and lavender shades across the sky. The air smelled of pine trees and wildflowers, and the only sounds were the birds chirping and water gently hitting the dock..Sebastian parked the car, grabbed their bags from the trunk, and gave her a small smile. You made it. I almost didn’t, she said, stepping out and hugging herself..He raised an

The night wrapped around their home like a soft, comforting blanket. When Michelle held the ring Raymond gave her, she felt a surge of emotions. The diamond sparkled in the candlelight, as if the universe was celebrating with her. As she examined the ring, she noticed a small, unique gem in the center. It glowed with a magical light beyond a regular diamond. Looking at Raymond with her heart beating fast, she began to understand. Raymond, she whispered, her voice trembling. Where did you find this? Raymond smiled softly, touching her face. It's from your grandmother's necklace, he said gently. I had it made for you. It's more than just jewelry. It symbolizes your roots and the strength of your family. Henry sent it. Michelle's eyes widened. The gem was part of her grandmother's cherished necklace, a piece she loved since childhood. It reminded her of love, strength, and resilience. Though her grandmother passed away years ago, her memory lived on through their shared stories and the