All Chapters of Being Mr CEO's Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Kaelia's POV When Freddy asked about the lie, I thought he had found out everything. My heart stopped, and my mind raced with images of him knowing that I was not Lilyanna Russo but only a nobody playing a part in his billionaire world. For a moment, I almost told him the whole truth. I'm grateful I didn't do that.“Freddy, I lied about Plume because… my real job’s nothing fancy. I thought you’d think less of me.”“Why would I think less of you because of your job?”I faced him, my voice barely steady, “It's unbecoming of a billionaire's wife.”He took a deep breath, his eyes softening, “Lily, I don't care about that. It's people out there that make those rules, and they do not apply to me.”He reached out and held my cold hands. His grip was firm but gentle. “Tell me what it is you do, Lily. I don't want the lies anymore.”I swallowed hard, “Okay, please promise me you wouldn't judge,”“I promise,”I nodded then cleared my throat, “The truth is, I'm…I'm a tattoo artist.”A minute

Kaelia's POV We were greeted by low murmurs as we stepped into the grand hall. The Montgomery Grand’s new wing was exquisite, imposing, just like Freddy.His hand rested possessively on the small of my back as we walked in.The moment we crossed the threshold, a man in a navy suit approached Freddy with an outstretched hand and a too-bright smile.“Montgomery,” He said warmly, “We’ve been waiting for you all evening. May I have a word?”Freddy leaned closer to me, then murmured, “Excuse me. I'll only be a moment,”I nodded and flashed him a small smile as he left, unease forming a knot in my stomach.I felt exposed without him beside me.I felt the weight of eyes on me, assessing me as if waiting to pounce. The whispers, the stares – they were unsettling.I needed something to steady me. So I walked across the room to the bar.The bar was dimly lit, lined with rows of glittering bottles.I slid into a stool, exhaling quietly as I ordered a glass of wine. The first sip calmed my ne

Kaelia's POV Lying is hard.It eats you up slowly.And when you start, it's almost impossible to stop.Today, Freddy and I were going to my new workplace, which I swore countless times was real.Last night, as we ate dinner, I had told him that since he now knew my real job, he had to meet my co-workers because they were dying to meet him.I did this in a bid to earn his trust again.I thought if I showed him to my co-workers, it would give him the idea that I was not lying this time.Freddy was not so much in support of the idea of meeting them.“It isn't necessary, Lily. I believe you,”But blame my deep-seated trust issues for the fact that I did not believe him for a moment.I pressed on until he finally gave in.As the car made the last turn, heading to InkTickler, I prayed silently to every deity known to man that the Asian lady who owned the shop would not mess this up.How had I met her?Well, fate. Or should I say a Google search and sheet desperation?I had gone online, sea

Kaelia's POV That evening, as Freddy helped me out of the car, he leaned in close enough for his breath to brush my ear and said, “Get dressed, we're going for a ride,” He commanded in a way that sent ripples down my spine.There was nothing else, no clue as to where we were going.“A ride?” I laughed, “Freddy Montgomery, are you kidnapping me?”His lips twitched, “Maybe. You'll find out when we get there.”An hour later, as I stepped into the car again, my heart beat with excitement.Throughout the ride to wherever it is we were going, Freddy held my hand. At times, he turned to look into my eyes, his gaze unreadable.I could feel words bubbling in my chest, but I didn't dare speak. Not yet.The ride stretched on. We passed through busy streets and quieter ones with fewer cars.Finally, the car slowed.“Where are we?” I asked, leaning forward slightly so I could look out of the window.Freddy didn't answer. Instead, he flashed me a smile and stepped down from the car.Then, he ro

Freddy's Pov I cocked a brow, “Really? That's not very comforting.”She smiled, “No. Not in a bad way. My dad was also strong-willed.”Was? Why was she talking about her father in the past tense? Like he was dead.The man at the wedding was her stepfather or something?No. He had mentioned memories from when Lilyanna was just a baby. “Stubborn. He acted like he knew everything best. I used to piss my mother off so badly. But under all that, there was this deep love for his family that no one could ever deny. I think your father might have that, too. Buried under all that pride and control.”I scoffed, “Yeah. Right. Or maybe he's just a man too obsessed with power and does not know when and how to let go,”“Do you hate him?” She asked, her tone soft.I thought about it for a while. My father had done things. Things he deserved to be hated for. But I could not say I hated him still.“I pity him,” I said slowly.Her mouth opened. Closed. Then, I opened again, but no words came out. She