All Chapters of REBORN : MR CEO'S ADDICTION : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Madison’s POV I stood in front of the mirror, holding a bouquet as the boutique staff adjusted my dress. Expressionless, I turned to William—still glued to his phone, his disinterest in our so-called wedding impossible to ignore. When he finally noticed me, he looked up and gave me nothing but a nod. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “Give me a pen,” I said to one of the assistants. She looked puzzled but handed me a ballpoint pen from her pocket. Without hesitation, I ripped the dress from thigh to ankle, creating a bold, jagged slit. Gasps filled the room. I strode over to a stunned William and threw the bouquet in his face. “What the hell is this?” he snapped. “Oh, you want the meaning?” I sneered. “It means the wedding’s off.” “What?!” “Yes. As of now, we’re strangers. Got it?” I didn’t wait for his reaction. I walked straight to the front desk, paid for the dress, and headed out. He ran after me, catching my wrist. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, whatever I did. J

Madison’s POV Smack! The slap landed the moment I stepped into the living room. “You ungrateful girl! After everything my family has done for you, this is how you repay us?” my stepmother fumed, her face twisted in fury. “What did I do now, huh?” I asked flatly, already exhausted. Sophia, who had been sitting calmly on the sofa, suddenly stood and marched toward me. “You slept with my fiancé!” she shouted. “Oh! That’s true. Forgive my bad memory … I almost forgot about it.” I smirked as I watched her crumble, but that satisfaction was short-lived — her palm connected sharply with my cheek. “You really think you can get away with this?” she hissed. “I’ll make sure to…” I didn’t let her finish. My hand struck back, hard and unapologetic. “I may be the adopted daughter,” I said coldly, “but I will not tolerate any form of disrespect from you.” Of course, my stepmother wouldn’t let that slide. Just like always, I was dragged and thrown into my room like some criminal. Thi

RICHARD'S POV I got out of my car and headed toward the company’s lobby. My employees greeted me, but I could sense the tension in the air. I already knew why, but my face gave away nothing as I walked to the elevator leading to my office. My secretary awaited me as soon as the elevator doors opened, stress written all over his face. “What is it, Greg?” I asked, already knowing what the issue was. “Uhmm, boss... we have a problem,” he said, handing me his tablet. I looked at the screen, seeing exactly what I expected. “What do you think, Greg? Do we look good together?” “What?” he blinked in confusion. “I don't think this picture does us justice. She’s more beautiful than this.” I saw him visibly tense, clearly anxious. “Relax. I have everything under control. Now, prepare for the meeting.” My phone lit up—Madison. Madison: Why did you do that? Me: Do what? Madison: You know what I’m talking about. Me: There’s nothing to it. Madison: It’s going to cause an uproar. Me

MADISON’S POVClara’s Cooking Studio was founded by Clara Jones, a woman in her late fifties better known as Madam Clara. Her classes were famous among the elite—not just for the gourmet techniques, but also for the high price tag. Only women from high society could afford it. I had discovered that my soon-to-be mother-in-law spent most of her free time there, so I signed up for a membership, hoping to get a private moment with her. Today was the day I’d face her;my hardest challenge yet. I stood in the mall, nervously adjusting my modest business attire. The studio was on the top floor, and I took the elevator, calming my nerves as I went up. When I arrived, I stepped in quietly and immediately caught the tail end of a conversation that I knew would trigger Richard’s mother.Woman 1: “What do you think? My daughter-in-law keeps buying these beautiful, expensive rings and jewelry for me.” Woman 2: “Wow, it's stunning. She has good taste.” Woman 1: “Right? I owe it all to Mada

Madison’s POV “What!?” My stepmother’s voice cracked through the living room. “His family wants to meet?”The disbelief etched onto her face was a sight I hadn't expected to enjoy so much. She blinked rapidly, almost as if hoping that blinking fast enough would make me take the words back.“Yes. Shocking, right?” I said, arms crossed, wearing a calmness I didn’t entirely feel.After the heated conversation with Richard’s mother, she left with a surprising air of civility. Not long after, Richard stirred awake. I had made him a warm bowl of hangover soup—just a habit by now. I knew how much he drank when emotionally burdened. After he had showered, he dressed for work using the spare clothes he still kept at my place.By noon, I decided it was time to inform my family about the upcoming meeting. When I walked into the house, my dad, Sophia, and my stepmother were lounging in the living room. The air immediately changed when they saw me.“They asked if this weekend will be convenient,”