All Chapters of Married To The CEO Who Hates Me : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

### KIARA'S POV"A minute," the reporters screamed, burrowing their way through the fence of guards."Ma'am, is it sheer luck that you’ve won best business woman for three years?"Luck? I hissed. What sheer stupidity.There is a clear difference between luck and how I built my empire. Luck was simply an excuse to latch onto. If I had believed in such a thought, I would have been wasting away in a poorly maintained orphanage with nothing but sorrows and dreadful memories of my misery to keep me company. Luck wasn't the one that propelled me to greatness; luck wasn't the one that made me who I was. I did. I didn't latch onto a cold corner waiting for an opportunity to shine; I created one and ran with it. I built myself. I went through hell to become who I was, to build my empire so high that it would take years—centuries—before someone reached my level.I leaned into the mic, making sure the camera caught my every cold expression. "I don't believe in such nonsense. You either work hard

Chapter 3### SILVA'S POVA sickening smile crept onto my lips at his words. I peered at him, staring behind the mask of depression and sadness he wore.Blackmail?He was either too weak in his brain to delude himself with such a thought of pulling my strings with that act, or my actions must have made him think I cared."I will ensure you have a peaceful funeral," I spoke, with a grin, as he hissed."Bloody brat!" he roared. "You will marry. You have no choice.""That's where you are fucking wrong. I do. I will never marry her.""You will."I spun around, striding toward the door. "The doctor will be here by 12 to check that liver of yours.""You will marry her, Silva.""Over my dead body."---### KIARA'S POV"Schedule a meeting with them by 12," I said, glancing through one of the many heaps of files that crowded my table, nose buried in the book as I read in between the lines.Securing a deal with the Russians was a perfect lane to strive to the top, a contract that would open so

Chapter 5KIARA’S POVThe truth came with its force, knocking the air out of my lungs as I fumbled for breath. My eyes widened; horror crept into my face as I watched.My supposed one-night stand was Silva freaking Blackwood!"No... no... no. There must be a mistake, a glitch or something, 'cuz he can't be the same man. No... no!!" I banged my hands against the steering wheel. Self-loathing curled up in my gut; my stomach twisted, ready to throw out my breakfast.My gaze dragged back to the still-playing video. I watched myself: sluggish, madly, and drunkenly stalking him, sneaking into his room.That did the trick. My breakfast came skyrocketing through my throat, and I clamped my mouth shut, bolting out of the car and finding the nearest flower pot as I emptied my stomach.This was more than hate, it was first-class world disgust.Of all the men in the world, heck! I would have been happier with a plumber than an egotistic bastard like him.Of course! Of freaking course! My life has

Chapter 7KIARA’S POVI stared at the gold band on my finger as we walked out of the courthouse, and for the first time in my life, I felt like I was suffocating. Married. I was actually married to Silva Blackwood. The ink on that certificate wasn't even dry yet, but it felt like a brand on my skin. I, Kiara Monroe—no, Blackwood now—the woman who built an empire from nothing, had just signed away my independence for the sake of a tiny heartbeat I could barely feel yet.The New York air felt thin as Silva led me toward his sleek, black luxury sedan. He didn't offer a hand. He didn't even look at me. He just walked with that infuriating, predatory grace, as if he hadn't just tied himself to his worst enemy. I climbed into the passenger seat, the smell of expensive leather and his crisp cologne filling my senses. Usually, I loved the smell of success, but right now, it made my head spin.The gravity of it hit me all at once. The press, the board members, the Russians—how was I going to e

Chapter 9KIARA’S POVThe velvet of my dress felt like armor, which was exactly what I needed for my first foray into the den of lions that was a Blackwood Enterprises charity gala. I stood in front of my gold-leaf mirror, adjusting the straps of a gown that probably cost more than a mid-sized sedan. It was elegant, sure, but it was loud—a deep, shimmering sapphire that practically screamed for attention.Silva walked into the room, looking like he’d been carved out of marble. His black tuxedo was so sharp it could probably draw blood. He didn't look at me with admiration; he looked at me like a project manager inspecting a potentially faulty piece of equipment."You’re late," he said, checking his Rolex."I’m fashionably timed," I corrected, grabbing my clutch. "Besides, perfection takes effort, Silva. You should try it sometime."He ignored the jab and handed me a folded piece of paper. "Read this. Memorize it. These are the approved topics for tonight. You are to be elegant, suppor