All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE CEO WHO RUINED ME: HIS BRIDE, HIS REVENGE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

More tears spilled down Marceline’s cheeks, stinging and raw, as the pillow thudded against her shoulder. The impact was nothing compared to the weight of Amara’s venomous words, but she didn’t flinch. She stood rooted like a storm-tossed tree, battered but unbowed.“You’re a liar,” Amara spat, voice sharp as shattered glass. “You told me you got a job. You said you’d be moving out, but it was all lies… lies because you wanted to marry your lover.”Her eyes blazed with contempt, and each word was a slap that cut deeper than any fist.“After everything he’s done to you,” Amara hissed, venom dripping from every syllable, “how could you betray me like this?”The cruelty in her mother’s voice made something inside Marceline snap, a mixture of pain and fury igniting a firestorm in her chest.“You disgust me, Marceline,” Amara declared, voice rising, shaking with a bitter blend of rage and wounded pride. “I have nothing to do with you. Just leave!”The room felt suffocating, the air thick w

Cora ran through the hospital corridor, her heels clicking against the tile floor as she burst through the main entrance. Her eyes scanned the street, heart racing, until she saw Marceline standing alone at the sidewalk's edge, the late afternoon sun casting a warm, golden glow over her tense figure."Marceline!" Cora called, breathless as she hurried toward her.Marceline turned slowly, her expression calm, but her eyes betrayed the storm swirling within her. She was hugging herself, her shoulders hunched, as though trying to shield her body from the emotional chill that clung to her.Cora stopped just a foot away, placing herself between Marceline and the street. "Are you really leaving just like that?"Marceline nodded, her voice tired, edged with resignation. "I have to, Cora. I need to get away... clear my head before I drown in it."Cora frowned, her gaze searching Marceline’s face for any cracks in the façade. There were many. Grief, betrayal, exhaustion—it was all written ther

The heavy oak door to Cross’s office creaked open, the sound slicing through the room's tense stillness. Ronan strolled in with the same confidence that had always followed him like a shadow. He didn’t wait for permission. He didn’t need it. With a smirk tugging at his lips, he dropped into the leather chair opposite Cross without a word.Cross didn’t look up immediately. He kept his gaze glued to the document in front of him, his fingers flipping the pages with mechanical precision. But the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed him. He knew Ronan’s presence was about to shatter the fragile calm.“Who invited you here?” Cross asked coolly, finally closing the folder and locking eyes with his friend.“You didn’t,” Ronan replied casually, stretching his legs out. “So I took the liberty of inviting myself.”Cross’s stare hardened, sharp, and unreadable. “Why are you here?”Ronan scoffed, eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Are you seriously asking me that right now?”His tone wasn’

The night air wrapped around Marceline like a cool silk shawl, sending tiny shivers down her spine as she settled onto the bench in the long, brooding corridor of Cross Mansion. It was a place that always felt frozen in time, laden with secrets hidden in its dark wood and opulent decor. The silence—or what she thought was silence—was punctuated by the gentle trickle of water from an ornate marble fountain nearby. The sound was soothing, a rhythmic whisper that filled the dimly lit hall, mingling with the soft patter of her heartbeat in her ears.Moonlight poured through the tall arched windows, spilling onto the polished floor in pale silver beams that danced lazily over her bare feet. She marveled at how ethereal everything appeared, yet the beauty around her only deepened the ache inside. Each time she tried to close her eyes, to escape into the solace of sleep, her mind spiraled back to the stark white walls of the hospital, where memories jostled painfully for her attention. Her

Marceline's heart raced as she felt the reality of her situation encroach upon her, a tide of emotions crashing over her mind—a mix of fear, resignation, and a flicker of defiance buried deep within. She longed to break free from the invisible bonds that kept her tethered to him, yet the futility of that desire weighed heavily on her soul, leaving her feeling as if she were slowly drowning. For what felt like an eternity, the room was enveloped in a palpable tension, a silence so heavy that it seemed to press down on Marceline’s chest. She stood there, a fragile figure caught in a storm of emotions until her carefully crafted facade crumbled. Her composure shattered like glass meeting concrete, sharp and jagged, leaving her raw and exposed. Each breath she took was rapid and shallow, desperate for air, as the words she had held back for what felt like an eternity clawed their way to the surface. “Why?” she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath, yet it carried the weight of