All Chapters of The CEO'S SECRET BRIDE : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Anabelle sat quietly at her desk, staring at the report on her computer screen. The numbers were right, but her mind wasn’t. Every click of the keyboard around her felt heavier than usual. People greeted each other in low voices, yet when she spoke, they grew silent. The small shift in tone was enough for her to feel it—something had changed, and not in her favor.When she walked into the staff lounge, two women near the coffee machine stopped talking and smiled too quickly. “Morning, Anabelle,” one of them said, her tone sweet but distant. Anabelle smiled back, pretending not to notice the tension that floated in the air. She poured her coffee, hands steady even though her chest tightened.Her phone buzzed on the counter. It was a text from Fred: “Don’t forget to eat. You’ve been quiet lately.” She smiled faintly, her lips curving at the thought of him noticing. “Just work stress,” she typed back. “I’m fine.” She sent it and slipped the phone into her pocket before walking out

Carson stood outside Anabelle’s apartment building, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets. The night air was cold, sharp against his skin, but it didn’t bother him. What hurt more was the weight inside his chest. He had been standing there for nearly ten minutes, staring at the door, unsure whether to knock or walk away.The soft glow of the streetlight fell across his face, showing the exhaustion in his eyes. He had left the mansion without telling anyone, not even Bridget. His driver had dropped him off, confused by the sudden request, but Carson hadn’t explained. Now he stood in front of the one person he couldn’t stop thinking about—Anabelle.He finally raised his hand and knocked. For a moment, there was silence. Then footsteps echoed from inside, slow and uncertain. The door opened, and Anabelle appeared, wearing a simple grey sweater and loose jeans. Her hair was tied back, her face calm but surprised. “Carson?” she said quietly.He swallowed hard. “Hi,” he said, his v

The city morning was bright and full of sound. Cars moved through the streets, and people hurried along the sidewalks with purpose. Inside one of the tall glass buildings, Anabelle stepped out of the elevator and walked down the long corridor, her heels soft against the floor. The air smelled faintly of polished wood and new paint.She carried a small folder in her hand, but her steps were steady, her face calm. Everything about her showed quiet confidence. She had earned this moment.When she reached the end of the hall, she stopped. Her name was written neatly on the silver plate beside the door — Anabelle Brown, Executive Director. She stared at it for a second, her chest rising with a slow breath. It felt almost unreal to see her name there. She touched the plate lightly, feeling the cold metal under her fingers.She opened the door and stepped inside. Her new office smelled of fresh flowers and paper. The walls were bright, the floor smooth, and a wide glass window overlooked t

The morning sun shone through the curtains, but Bridget didn’t notice. She sat on the edge of her bed, her phone in hand, her eyes glued to the screen. Every picture of Anabelle smiling at her new company made her stomach twist with anger. The woman she had once looked down on was now rising higher than anyone expected.Bridget’s lips tightened. She opened her laptop and typed Anabelle’s name into the search bar. Dozens of results appeared — company press releases, photos from corporate events, even small articles praising her leadership. Bridget read every word, her anger growing with each line.“So,” she murmured bitterly, “she’s finally getting her moment.” Her reflection in the dark laptop screen looked hard, unfamiliar.She leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping slowly against the desk. For weeks, she had been watching Anabelle — not directly, but through every possible source she could find. She had followed her company’s social media page, checked tagged posts, and ev

The morning light streamed through the tall windows, bright and golden, yet to Carson, it felt cruel. The sky was too blue, the air too fresh, the world too happy for what he was about to do. He stood in front of the mirror, dressed in his fitted black suit. The silk tie around his neck felt tight, like something choking him slowly.He stared at his reflection, seeing a stranger. His face looked calm, but his eyes told a different story—tired, lost, and hollow. His fingers trembled as he tried to fix the tie again, but it only made it worse. He pulled it loose, breathing hard, as if the air in the room had thinned.From downstairs, Victoria’s voice filled the silence. It was sharp, busy, and commanding, cutting through the house like a blade. She was giving orders to the decorators, the caterers, the photographers. Every sound reminded him of the life she had designed for him, not the one he wanted.“Carson! The guests will start arriving soon!” she called. “You should already be d