The Ruthless CEO'S Chosen Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

A heavy silence filled the hospital room, thick with the weight of Miranda’s revelation.Michelle’s mind raced. Raymond’s family… connected to the people Chloe had been running from? How was that possible?Chloe was trembling, her breath uneven as if the air had been knocked out of her lungs. “That doesn’t make any sense,” she whispered.Miranda’s smirk deepened. “Oh, sweetheart. The truth rarely does.”Michelle’s jaw tightened. “You’re lying.”“Am I?” Miranda tilted her head, her amusement only growing. “Then by all means, keep digging. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when you find yourself in danger.”Before Michelle could fire back, Miranda turned on her heel and strolled out of the room, leaving behind a suffocating tension.Michelle barely noticed Chloe’s shaking hands clutching the blanket. Her own thoughts were spinning too fast.She needed answers. And she needed them now.Michelle stood outside Alex’s apartment door, her heart pounding. She had spent the last hour pacing, try

The hospital’s dim hallway buzzed with quiet activity as Michelle sat by Chloe’s bedside, her mind racing. The attack earlier had really shaken her to the core, but it had also ignited something within her—determination. The determination to find answers and reveal their dirty deeds, even though she knew she was putting herself in danger by doing so. Chloe had barely spoken a word since she returned to her hospital room. The doctor had treated her scrapes and bruises, but the fear in her eyes remained. What had just happened had truly shaken her. “Are you sure you didn’t see their face at all?”Maybe their eyes or anything that can be used to identify them? Michelle asked, keeping her voice steady. Chloe shook her head. No “They wore a mask. But the way they moved—it wasn’t random. They wanted to make sure I didn’t survive.” If those couples hadn't shown up when they did, maybe I would be dead by now. Michelle clenched her fists, a mixture of anger and dread settling in her chest.

The tension in the boardroom was suffocating. Every eye in the room was on Michelle, some filled with suspicion, others with outright disdain. She sat rigidly, her fingers curled into fists beneath the table as Eleanor, poised and elegant as always, placed a stack of documents in front of her. “I think we can all agree,” Eleanor said smoothly, “that a breach of this magnitude is unacceptable.” Murmurs of agreement rippled through the room. Michelle swallowed hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”What was happening? What's Eleanor up to this time? She thought. Eleanor’s lips curved into a mockery smile. “Then allow me to enlighten you.” She gestured to the screen at the front of the room, where a series of emails and encrypted files were displayed. “These records show that confidential company data was accessed using your credentials and from your office laptop. And, as you can see, they were transmitted outside of Hawthorne Enterprises.”Which means these files were sent o

The warm glow of the city lights spilled through the penthouse windows, casting long shadows across the sleek, modern space. Michelle sat stiffly at the dining table, her laptop open before her, the weight of her discoveries pressing heavily on her chest. She had barely slept since finding the files linking Raymond’s grandfather to Chloe’s family. And now, with that cryptic warning message still lingering in her mind, she knew she wasn’t the only one looking. A knock at the door shattered the tense silence. Michelle’s breath hitched. It was late—too late for casual visitors. who could it be? She wondered. She stood cautiously, her pulse quickening as she approached the door. When she opened it, her stomach twisted. Miranda. What was she doing here? Disheveled. Pale. A fresh wound on her shoulder. Michelle’s grip on the door tightened. “Miranda, what the hell are you doing here?” Miranda let out a shaky breath, stepping inside without waiting for permission or being invited in.

The city lights blurred through the tinted car window as Michelle’s thoughts spun in a chaotic mess. The anonymous messages, the hidden transactions, Raymond’s evasiveness—it all pointed to something bigger than she had initially suspected. But the missing piece had been staring her in the face all along. Chloe. She had been digging into Hawthorne Enterprises for weeks, finding inconsistencies that Michelle hadn’t even considered. And now, looking at everything together, Michelle realized the truth—Chloe’s real family wasn’t just another crime syndicate. They were once business partners of the Hawthornes. And now, they were their worst enemies. The realization sent a shiver down her spine. The Ashford Syndicate wasn’t just some nameless threat—it was connected to Chloe’s past. But did Chloe know? If she did, she would have mentioned it right? She thought. Michelle’s fingers tightened around her phone as she scrolled back through her messages. She needed to talk to Chloe—now. R