All Chapters of Being Mr CEO's Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lilyanna's POVThe laughter in the living room was muffled from where I stood behind the door. I could hear Blake's voice, commanding, filled with that harm it usually had when he needed people to be on his side.Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and walked in, smiling as the visitors turned to look at me.They were older politicians, a husband, and a wife, who, according to Blake, had been working with the Albright family for as long as he could remember.I took a seat next to Blake, placing a hand seductively on just my shoulder.The visitors offered me polite smiles and returned to their conversation with him, while he didn't even bother to look at my face.I poured a glass of wine for myself and more for Blake in an attempt to look busy. As they spoke, the woman's eyes wandered to the curtains covering the window by the fireplace. “Such good quality material.” She said, out of nowhere. “Where did you get them?”“They're imported –” I blurted before I could stop myself. B

Kaelia's POV On Wednesday, I decided it was time for me to get off the couch and finally take control of my life.I was languishing away, and Mom had started complaining about me moping. So I decided to get to the store and do some grocery shopping. So I grabbed my hoodie, pulled it over my head, and slipped out of the apartment with nothing but my phone and a set of keys. I didn’t even tell Mom. She was resting, and the last thing I needed was for her to start asking questions about where I was going. The morning air was cold and bit against my skin, but at least it was not suffocating.The streets were not busy either. Just a handful of cars here and there and a couple of people dragging shopping bags along. I mostly kept my head down, except when I got to places where I needed to keep my head up so I wouldn't bump into something.I had just turned around the corner, heading to the small grocery store where I had always done my grocery shopping before moving away, when it happe

Freddy's Pov It had been days. Days since I'd last seen Kaelia. Since I'd last walked out of her house.I didn't want to think about her. I told myself I'd wipe my hands clean of her, send her what she'd ‘earned’ and just live my life away from her.But lies were easy to say and hard to believe.Now, as I sat in my quiet office, I found myself replaying that damn video.The one Hannah has sent to me says ago. The one that had been circulating online. I clicked on the okay button again, and the frozen picture of Kaelia began moving.Not the bright Kaelia I knew, this one was a broken version.Her eyes looked tired, glossy with unshed tears.The woman's voice came, sharp and accusing, spitting venom as she called Kaelia a thief, a liar, and an impersonator.The camera was angled in a way that it captured all of Kaelia's expressions as the words settled in. Now this video was all over the internet. The world got to see her shatter.And God help me, it shattered me too.I pushed again

Kaelia's POV It had been days since the unexpected apology video went viral. My mom and TJ had said it was a relief that the woman had realized her wrongdoing and come publicly to apologize. Maybe that would deter other people. But I saw the terror in her eyes and I knew she had not done that simply because she ‘realized her wrongdoing’.Moreso, I didn't believe that just because one person has apologised, it meant that other people would realise they were being terrible.The internet did not forgive. They just waited for another chance to strike.I could almost feel them – staring at me, judging me – already plotting what they'd do to me, what they'd say if they ever met me in the street. That morning, I sat in a full-length dress – as was my style these days – scrolling aimlessly through the comments on the video. No matter how hard or how many times I promised myself I would not look, I always went back scrolling.‘I don't know, guys, something about it gives the impression t

Kaelia's POV Standing behind the door, my heart pounding in my chest, I listened to their conversation.They were not loud enough for me to hear everything that was being said. So I held on to the phrases I could catch. “…didn’t know you had a daughter,” I heard William say. His voice carried a mocking note. It was the kind of thing people use when they already know the answer.Mom's reply came, sharp and defensive, “Why would you know? So you could –” The rest of her words were swallowed by air, and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't hear it. I shifted closer, and the door creaked as it moved forward a bit. I pressed myself against the wall, a pickle racing down my arms. I didn't know Mom knew William. I didn't even know she had any connection with the Montgomerys. She'd never mentioned it to me. What had brought him to our apartment? What were they talking about? Was it about Freddy? Was it about me? I thought about leaning forward to look at them again, but decid