All Chapters of The Beautiful Wife Of Mr Rowland : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Denovon sat back in his chair, fingers loosely tapping on the armrest as he watched Emily walk out of his office. There was something about her—something quiet but strong—that lingered even after she left the room.Just then, his phone rang.He checked the screen.Grandfather.He sighed and picked it up.Denovon:“Grandpa.”Grandfather (chuckling):“Ah! How does it feel sitting in the big chair now, Chairman Rowland?”Denovon:“It feels... normal. Work is work.”Grandfather:“Don’t play tough with me, boy. I know it excites you. I built that company with my sweat. You better take care of it.”Denovon (smirking):“I will. I plan to.”There was a short pause before the real agenda began.Grandfather:“And now that work is going smoothly, when are you getting married?”Denovon (sighs):“Grandpa...”Grandfather (cutting him off):“No excuses. You’re thirty, Denovon. You’ve handled the business in America, you’re running Rowland now. What next? You want me to carry great-grandchildren in a

The Rowland Enterprises penthouse office was sleek, cold, and intimidating—much like the man who owned it.Emily stepped out of the elevator, every inch of her calm exterior carefully arranged. Her soft beige blouse flowed like silk over tailored black pants, her hair pulled into a low knot. There were still traces of the girl who cried last night, but something else sat in her eyes now—steel.Denovon was seated behind his massive glass desk, typing something on his tablet. He looked up when she entered, and for a moment, his cold blue eyes assessed her.Then he stood."You came," he said.She nodded, stepping forward until they were just a few feet apart."I have my answer," she said softly.His brow lifted, just slightly. “I’m listening.”Emily took a breath. “I’ll marry you, Mr. Rowland.”There was a pause, heavy and silent. Then, Denovon gave a slow nod, a small smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. “I see.”“But,” she continued, her voice steady, “it won’t be just a marriage

Emily stood in front of the glass case, her eyes moving slowly over the rows of wedding rings. Each one sparkled under the lights, some delicate, some bold, all of them beautiful. But her gaze paused on a single ring—less shiny than the others, simple but elegant. A thin platinum band with a tiny diamond resting like a star on top. It didn’t scream for attention. It just existed—quiet and refined. "This one," she said softly, almost to herself.Denovon, who had been standing behind her, smiled faintly. It was exactly the one he had picked out in his head when they walked in, but he hadn't said a word. He wanted her to choose. And just as he thought, she wasn’t the flashy type. She was graceful. Classy."Perfect," he said.The attendant quickly packaged the ring, placing it carefully into a velvet box before handing it to Denovon. He thanked her with a slight nod and turned to Emily."Let’s go."They walked out of Jewelry Empire and returned to the car. Emily sat on the passenger side

It was morning.Emily slowly opened her eyes, still caught in the softness of sleep. She stayed in the same position for a moment, her head sinking into the pillow, her arms lightly stretched beside her. She blinked, her mind still floating between dreams and reality.Then she stretched her arms above her head and let out a long yawn, her back arching slightly on the large bed. She felt relaxed… and warm. Her eyes drifted around the beautiful room.She had slept well. Really well.She didn’t know if it was the bed, the quiet house, or the strange feeling that she… wasn’t alone anymore.For the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel like she was carrying her entire world alone.“You're awake,” a deep voice said from the doorway.Her body froze.Still mid-stretch, her arms in the air, her mouth slightly open from the yawn—Emily turned sharply toward the door.Denovon was standing there, arms crossed, his body leaning against the doorframe. A small smirk played at the corner of his l

The sleek black car moved smoothly out of the grand Rowland mansion, gliding down the long driveway surrounded by trees and perfectly trimmed hedges. Emily sat quietly beside Denovon, still holding onto the warm feeling from the way his family had accepted her. Her hands rested neatly on her lap, fingers gently toying with the edge of her dress. Denovon glanced at her briefly, one hand on the wheel. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow across the city skyline. "There's still time before we head home," he said, his voice calm. "Is there anywhere you'd like to go?" Emily blinked and looked at him. She hadn’t expected him to ask that. She thought for a moment, then spoke carefully. "Actually… I want to go see my friend. Her name is Valentina. I haven’t told her that I’m married. I haven’t even seen her in a while. Would it be okay if I visited her?" Denovon's fingers tightened just slightly on the steering wheel. He turned to look at her. He had asked her if the