All Chapters of Arrogant CEO: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sara’s POV The day of the wedding dawned bright and clear, the air filled with a sense of excitement and anticipation. The venue, a stunning garden adorned with blooming flowers and twinkling fairy lights, was a picture of elegance. Guests began to arrive, including Zack’s grandfather, Aaron, Mary, and several of Zack’s business associates. The paparazzi gathered outside, eager to capture every moment of the high-profile event. As I stood in the bridal suite, gazing at myself in the mirror, I felt a mix of nerves and excitement. My dress, a delicate lace creation, flowed around me like a dream. Mary, ever the supportive friend, adjusted my veil and gave me a reassuring smile. “You look stunning, Sara,” she said, her eyes shimmering with emotion. “Thank you, Mary,” I replied, taking a deep breath. “Let’s do this.” Just before stepping out, a wave of sadness hit me. I felt a lump form in my throat, and my eyes welled up with tears. “I wish my dad were here to wal

Sara’s POV As the plane touched down in Paris, a mix of excitement and dread filled me. I had always dreamt of visiting the City of Love, but under these circumstances, it felt more like a burden than a dream come true. The first day of our trip, I was acutely aware of Zack's cold demeanor. He had barely spoken to me since he came to pick me up when the plane touched down. The tension between us was palpable. Walking through the airport, Zack maintained a brisk pace ahead of me, his face set in a stern expression. I struggled to keep up, my heart heavy with the weight of our charade. When we reached the arrivals area, a photographer Zack must have arranged was waiting for us, camera in hand. “Zack, Sara, welcome to Paris!” the photographer greeted us warmly. “For the photos, it would be great if you could kiss to show how happy you are to be here together.” My heart skipped a beat, and I glanced at Zack, who looked even more irritated. His jaw clenched, and he turned to the

Sara’s POV Back at the penthouse, the loneliness and confusion gnawed at me. Zack’s cold demeanor in Paris still lingered in my mind, and I needed a distraction. I decided to browse social media, hoping to find some clues or at least divert my thoughts. Opening Instagram, I went straight to Zack’s profile, scrolling through his posts and tagged photos. It was like stepping into a world where he lived a completely different life. One post after another showcased his professional achievements, glamorous events, and stylish outings, all portraying a confident and charismatic man. The stark contrast between his online persona and the man I knew in private was jarring. That’s when I stumbled upon a photo of Zack and Mr. Smith. Curious, I clicked on Mr. Smith’s profile. His bio revealed that he was a renowned stylist and fashion designer. I browsed through his posts, which showcased his work with various celebrities, including Zack. One post caught my eye—it was a behind-the-scenes

Sara’s POV Since Zack and I got married, we have established a routine of going home together every evening. Despite this regularity, our rides home have been marked by a pervasive silence, creating an atmosphere that is undeniably awkward and uncomfortable. Our lack of communication during these journeys has only served to heighten the strangeness of the situation, making each trip home feel like an uneasy ritual. However, today's events deviated from our usual pattern. After completing my work for the day, I meticulously gathered all my belongings, ensuring I didn't forget anything important. Once I was certain I had everything I needed, I made my way out of the office building. Typically, Zack and I would leave together, but today he seemed particularly reluctant to leave his office. I decided to wait for him outside, by the car that is always parked in the same spot, right in front of the office building. The car, a familiar sight in my daily routine, felt almost like a b

Sara’s POV Days turned into weeks, and the atmosphere between Zack and me began to thaw. Our interactions, once marked by tense silences and cold shoulders, started to show signs of warmth, albeit small and infrequent. Each morning began with tentative attempts at conversation. At first, it was awkward and forced, but gradually, we found common ground. It started with the little things. Over breakfast, we'd talk about our schedules for the day. "So, what's on your agenda today?" Zack asked one morning, breaking the silence that had settled over our shared meal. I looked up, surprised by the question. "Um, just the usual. Sorting documents, paperwork. Nothing too exciting," I replied, trying to keep my tone casual. He nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. "We’ve got a meeting with the board. Should be interesting." "Good luck with that," I said, offering a small smile. "Thanks," he replied, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. These small exchanges