All Chapters of The CEO’s Unlikely Fiancée : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 51LyraTwo days passed in a blur, each one blending into the next with a frustrating monotony. Roman was glued to his phone, fingers tapping away at emails, his deep voice filling the room as he made calls about deals, quarterly reports, and, occasionally, checking in on his grandfather. It was business as usual for him, even here, where paradise was practically begging us to step outside and enjoy it.After that dramatic Valentine’s stunt in the Maldives, we were splashed all over social media and gossip sites. Mission accomplished. We were officially the "it" couple for a hot second, even though we both knew better.Me? I holed up in our suite, flipping through books, bingeing rom-coms, and devouring the local snacks I’d sneakily ordered to the room. Roman kept his distance, not that I blamed him. We barely exchanged words beyond the essentials. He stayed tethered to his MacBook, running the empire like the Maldives was just another branch office.By the second day, the shi

Chapter 53LyraRichard, however, wasn’t done teasing. “How come we’ve never seen you both kiss?”I froze, my mouth slightly open in shock. Abigail playfully smacked her husband’s arm. “Richard! Don’t embarrass them!”But then she looked at us with curiosity. “Seriously, though. Are you two shy? You don’t seem shy, girl. Is it your man?”The group burst into laughter—everyone except Roman, who stood perfectly still, his expression sharp and unreadable.After a few more minutes of lighthearted conversation, Abigail and Richard wandered off, leaving Roman and me standing in the middle of the bustling marketplace.Suddenly, I felt an iron grip on my elbow as Roman turned me to face him. His eyes were intense, his face set with a look that made my stomach flip.“Do you think I’m shy, Lyra?” he asked, his voice low, almost a challenge.I blinked, my heart picking up speed. “I... no, I didn’t say that—”His face leaned closer, his ice-blue eyes locking onto mine with an almost dangerous int

Chapter 55RomanChapter 28RomanI raised an eyebrow, leaning back in my seat, and considered her for a moment. Surprisingly, she seemed unaffected by the kiss—no awkwardness, no hesitation. In fact, she seemed to have taken it in stride, the same way she handled everything else in life, with an unexpected grace and resilience.The days after the kiss had gone by faster than I anticipated. She had her space, and I had mine. Yet, somehow, we found moments of ease between us. Warm, even. She’d laugh at something ridiculous, drag me into one of her impulsive plans, and I... went along with it.It wasn’t bad.“You’ll regret it. Your head will hurt later. You need sleep,” I told her firmly, the finality in my voice leaving no room for argument.She huffed slightly, her shoulders rising and falling as she yawned again. The simple act was disarming. “I’m not worried about that. But, for the record, humans need sleep too, you know. And you’ve been awake for more than 24 hours now.”Was that.

Chapter 57LyraThe moment we landed in New York City, I felt it—everything was different now.Roman’s hand was wrapped around mine as we walked through the terminal, and although it felt steady, almost reassuring, I couldn’t ignore the flashing lights around us. Photographers. Dozens of them. I didn’t even know how they got access so fast. Some paparazzi were shouting his name. Not mine—his. Roman Lennox. He wasn’t a celebrity in the usual sense, but the kind of power he held attracted attention the same way fame did. He was the type of man whose every movement was watched, judged, and talked about—whose name carried weight in headlines and boardrooms alike.And now, somehow, my name was beside his.Roman was right. Image meant everything in his world, and now I was part of that image. I had to be careful. Everything we did, everything I wore, every expression I made—it could be dissected by strangers and spun into a story.When we reached the car, Roman’s driver opened the door for

Chapter 59LyraThe third shot went down smoother than I expected—or maybe my tongue was just too numb to protest anymore. I slammed the empty glass on the bar with a little too much enthusiasm and let out a shaky laugh, swaying slightly as the burn settled in my chest.Beside me, Jasmine was already raising her fourth. She didn’t flinch as she threw it back like water. Not even a grimace. God, she was something else. Everything about her was striking—from her smooth, obsidian skin to the silk curtain of hair that hung down her back like it belonged in a shampoo ad. Her body was the kind that made strangers stare and models take notes, perfectly sculpted like she’d been poured into her clothes. Anthony really bagged himself a goddess.She turned toward me, her smile lazy and tipsy but still somehow dazzling. “You gonna keep up, future bride, or are we calling it a night?”I let out a giggle. “You wanna see something?” I asked, lifting my hand with exaggerated grace. The lights above c