All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE CEO WHO RUINED ME: HIS BRIDE, HIS REVENGE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Cross's gaze faltered, sliding away from the intense fire that burned in Marceline's amber eyes. The weight of her stare had become unbearable—too raw, too vulnerable, too honest for him to face at this moment. Her eyes held accusations that cut deeper than any blade, disappointment that twisted in his chest like a physical wound. He focused instead on the ornate wallpaper behind her shoulder, tracing the intricate patterns with his eyes as if they held the answers to questions he wasn't ready to ask himself."See? I'm right," Marceline's voice cracked like a whip through the suffocating silence, each word dripping with bitter vindication. "I'm worth nothing to you."The words hung in the air between them, heavy and poisonous. Before Cross could formulate a response—before he could even begin to untangle the knot of emotions that her accusation had tied in his throat—she was moving. Her hand, which had been resting in his mere moments before, was yanked a

Cross didn't hold back; he kissed Marceline with a hunger that left her reeling. His car keys and phone clattered to the floor, startling her and breaking the kiss for a second. But Cross was having none of that—he cupped her face and pulled her back into the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fierce intensity.The kiss was electric, a blazing inferno that set every nerve in her body on fire. They stumbled toward the bed, a tangled mess of limbs and desperation. Marceline felt the cool mattress against her back as Cross hovered over her, his eyes burning with an intensity that stole her breath away.He trailed kisses down her neck, his stubble rough against her sensitive skin, making her gasp silently. She knew she was playing with fire, that this was a line she shouldn't cross, especially not with him. But the thought of Cross with someone else sent a sharp pang of jealousy through her, a physical ache that made her heart clench. She was powerless to

Cross's arms enveloped Marceline like a protective cocoon as he lifted her effortlessly off her feet, her weight feeling almost nonexistent against his broad chest. She could hear the soft padding of his footsteps echoing through the hallway, the sound oddly calming as he carried her toward their ensuite bathroom. Sunlight streamed through the frosted windows, casting gentle patterns over the polished marble tiles, illuminating the space with a warm glow.As he lowered her into the pristine white bathtub, his movements were surprisingly gentle; his calloused hands contrasted starkly with the softness of the moment. The cool ceramic felt refreshing against her skin, and she instinctively tucked her knees up, her arms crossing protectively over her chest. "Cross, you really don’t have to do this," she murmured, her voice trembling as she searched his face for the hint of that usual stern demeanor. "I can manage on my own, you know."He p

The marble floors echoed with their footsteps as Cross led Marceline through the labyrinthine corridors of his corporate headquarters. The walls were adorned with abstract art pieces that probably cost more than most people's annual salaries, and the air carried the subtle scent of expensive cologne mixed with freshly brewed coffee from the executive lounge. "Good morning, Mr. Cross," came the chorus of greetings from impeccably dressed employees who straightened their postures as their CEO passed by. Some cast curious glances at Marceline, no doubt recognizing her from the morning's headlines. "Morning, Johnson. Sarah. Good to see you back, Martinez," Cross responded with practiced ease, his authoritative presence commanding respect without effort. His hand remained protectively placed on the small of Marceline's back, guiding her through the maze of glass-walled offices and bustling workstations. Marceline tried to maintain h

The room fell into a heavy silence that seemed to stretch on forever, the only sound being the gentle hum of the air conditioning and the distant murmur of traffic from the street below. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. Then, suddenly, Marceline's laughter shattered the quiet like glass breaking against stone. It started as a soft chuckle but quickly escalated into full-blown laughter that echoed off the walls. Her shoulders shook as she pressed a hand to her stomach, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. Alvin's brow furrowed deeply as he watched her, confusion etched across his angular features. His hands hung awkwardly at his sides, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, clearly caught off guard by her reaction. "What's... what's funny?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked at her with genuine surprise. The confident facade he'd been wearing moments before began to crack, reveali