บททั้งหมดของ Married to the CEO : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

(Prologue) Jemima thought he also cherished her unlike her friends, unaware that he was only using her to make money. She wasn't the type to expect grand gestures. She'd always been the nice girl people described with fake smiles and Lukewarm compliments. But Ryan chose her for two years and that alone made her believe she was special. It was her birthday and their two-years anniversary. The happiest day of her life. The day she decided to spend the rest of her life with him. Jemima stared at her reflection, running her fingers down the small wrapped box on the dresser. A silver watch engraved with 'Forever starts today'. She bought it with the money she'd been saving for a month now. She imagined him, smiling, pulling her closer whispering the word she'd been yearning to hear. "Marry me, Jemima. And make me the happiest man on earth." By evening, she was in Chicago's busiest bakery buying his favourite chocolate cake. She could see the night unfolding in her head; D

CHAPTER TWO Jemima and Khalid stood before each other, to read out their vows to each other, framed by the arch of flowers, and the watchful eyes of hundreds of guests. Their faces were gloomy, distant yet strangely perfect together.To the crowd, they looked real, but anyone who looked closely will see it was all just a beautiful lie.Jemima glared at him, she flipped open the first page, the vows stated as follows;"I, Jemima Wilson, accept you Khalid Greyson as my lawfully wedded husband.""I, Khalid Greyson, accept you Jemima Wilson as my lawfully wedded wife."Jemima smirked, staring at him with so much hatred. It's really happening, she's taking vows with the same man that humiliated her in Chicago.The same man who yelled at her. When she was still working as his secretary, he was always harsh to her and never treated her nicely.If he could treat an outsider like that, how would he treat his own wife?She hates him and she despises herself for being his bride today.Khalid sa

(CHAPTER FOUR) Jemima’s POV The window was my only friend tonight, since I had no one to talk to, I stood before it, my arms folded, staring into the starless sky as if it could give me peace. The night breeze slipped into the room, soft and cool, teasing strands of my hair and brushing them across my lips. But the weight inside me reminded me where I stood. Never for once in my twenty-five years of life did I imagine this, a night where I would stand in a stranger’s room, where I'd be a wife to a man I never loved, and let my life get signed away like a business contract. I had always wanted a family, a husband I would love, children who would love us both, a home filled with warmth. But not like this, not under the shadow of an arrangement I never asked for, not chained to a man who had no place in my heart. And yet, it was too late. Because I was already trapped in this loveless marriage. The thought made my chest ache in a way that no breeze could soothe. My heart

(CHAPTER SIX) Khalid’s POV I never planned to terrify her. I never even planned to touch her that way. But curiosity is a dangerous thing, and I needed to know why she was so damn miserable that night my car almost hit her. That night wasn’t funny. Not at all, for a moment, I thought I’d lose a stranger because of my reckless driving. The doctor told me she had fallen into a coma from the shock. I remember staring at her pale face, thinking it was my fault. Now here we are. And if she didn’t open her mouth and talk, if she kept pushing me with that stubborn silence—God knows I would have finger-fucked her right there just to break her pride. At least then she’d understand I’m not the kind of man who plays gentle games. Sooner or later, she will learn the truth about the man she married. My phone buzzed. My assistant’s name lit the screen and I answered immediately. “Sir, a few people in Chicago found out you’re married. Do you want me to die down the news?” “Yes. Make

(Priya's mansion) “Mom,” Aaron slammed his hand on the polished table, his jaw tight with rage. “Khalid is refusing to give us a share from the company.” Priya, dressed in an elegant silk gown, lifted her teacup slowly. Her calmness contrasted with the fury in her son’s eyes. “Of course he is,” she murmured, voice sharp. “That man is as stubborn as his mother was. He already has everything. Why won’t he just give us a piece of the company? Just one share!” Aaron’s eyes burned with anger. “I can’t stand it, Mom. He walks around like a king, as if we don’t even exist. I can’t live like this anymore. I need to be inside that company. I need my name written in those files. I deserve it too!” He paced the room, his fists clenched, “Do you know how humiliating it is? Everywhere I go, people whisper about how Khalid Greyson inherited everything. They act like I’m just his shadow. Like I’m nothing.” Priya watched him, her eyes narrowing with quiet calculation. She had carried her