บททั้งหมดของ The Ruthless CEO'S Chosen Wife : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Michelle stepped into the sleek, glass-walled lobby of Hawthorne Enterprises, still adjusting to the idea of being tied to Raymond’s world in such an overwhelming way. The whispers that followed her weren’t as vicious as before—Raymond had made sure of that by helping her clear her name—but the lingering stares reminded her that people still doubted her place here. As she made her way to the executive floor where her office was, a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks. “Michelle!” She turned to see Millie hurrying toward her, a radiant smile on her pretty face. Dressed in a stylish beige coat and heels that clicked loudly against the marble floor, drawing attention as she took each step , she looked effortlessly put together. But Michelle knew better than anyone that her sister’s polished exterior hid something else beneath. “Millie, what are you doing here?” Michelle asked, forcing a small smile. Millie linked her arm with Michelle’s, a casual display of sisterly affection th

The following morning, the tension of last night still hung in the air like a heavy fog over Hawthorne Enterprises. Raymond had received the anonymous message on his private phone—“Your mother is playing a dangerous game. If you want to save your company, meet me tomorrow. Alone.”—and had spent a sleepless night wrestling with whether to go or not and its implications. Now, as the first rays of dawn filtered through the penthouse windows, he made his way to the boardroom with determination. Inside the boardroom, silence had fallen over the gathered executives just as Raymond made his way inside the room. The crisis meeting had been called abruptly, and whispers filled the space as everyone awaited the reason behind the unexpected meeting and Raymond’s address. At the head of the long mahogany table, Raymond’s eyes swept over their tense faces. But what caught his attention wasn’t just the anxious murmur of the board and the expression on their faces that showed their worry—it was Mic

Millie sat alone in the shadowed corner of an upscale but discreet lounge, her eyes glittering with a venom that had been slowly building over the past few days, she was becoming really impatient. The lights were low and the murmur of conversation around her barely registered as she tapped her fingers impatiently on the polished mahogany table. Today was the day she would make her next move—a move that would shake Michelle’s world to its very core. Earlier that day, she had arranged a secret meeting with someone she knew would understand her frustration. Someone who had dealt with Michelle before and knows how to handle her. It wasn’t long before the door to the private back room opened, and Alex Westwood walked in. His dark eyes held a mix of weariness and ruthless determination—a far cry from the smug smile he had worn during previous encounters. The same Alex who had warned Michelle with icy words that “some secrets should stay buried.” “Millie,” he greeted curtly, taking a seat

The tension between Michelle and Raymond lingered in the air like an unspoken challenge. Though he had chosen to believe her, the weight of doubt still hung in his gaze and Michelle could see it. The scandal had placed them on shaky ground, almost ruining their marriage, but something else was shifting beneath the surface—an understanding, a newfound unity between them forged by adversity. Raymond had always been guarded, his emotions locked away behind a wall of discipline and control. But as they sat in the dimly lit penthouse that evening, going over every possible angle of the scandal, Michelle noticed a change. He was listening, really listening. Not just questioning her or doubting every word she said, not just assuming the worst—he was trying to understand her perspective. "I had my team run an analysis on those pictures," Raymond said, his voice steady but thoughtful. "They’ve been altered, as you claimed. The original versions were photoshopped to create a narrative that do

The city lights flickered outside the penthouse, casting long shadows across the bedroom. Michelle sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers tightening around her phone. The chilling words from the anonymous call still echoed in her mind. "You think you’ve won? You have no idea what’s coming." Who had sent that message? What did they mean by that? She had no answers to the questions, only a growing sense of unease. Raymond had been by her side throughout the scandal, unwavering in his support and encouragement but even that didn’t change the fact that the world had turned against her because of the scandal, the only person who has not turned against her was Raymond. And now, there was this—a new, unseen threat lurking in the darkness. A notification pinged again, breaking the silence. Michelle looked down at her phone. An anonymous email had arrived, subject line: "You’ll lose everything soon." Her breath hitched. With hesitant fingers, she opened the message. There was no text, on