Todos os capítulos de CEO's UNEXPECTED WIFE : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Maddison's POV"Hi, you've got Linda Carter, I'm overseas working on a project and it's difficult to reach me. Leave a lengthy message and I'll return your call when I'm able to." The voice that spoke from the machine was smooth, like she was in the office, and totally unemotional, and that was the voice her mum Linda used for the world. It was the same voice, the same considerate words of apology, that had left a message on the morning of graduation. Maddison could still see herself standing there in her cap and gown with her phone against her ear listening to her mother say that a problem with a new finance project in Dubai needed her there right away and no questions were asked. There were reasons, of course, and the promise of a huge present, a brand-new laptop that arrived on a delivery service two days later, but the front row seat next to her father's had also been empty. It was here that Maddison had discovered the most important fact that her mother never dropped projects. F

Maddison's POVThe other option was to just sit in her sadness to let Tyler and Brooke go have their perfect life while she just disappeared. The other option was to give up to pretty much admit she was nothing without him.*No,* she thought and her jaw got tight. *I will not let them win.*She lifted her head and her eyes locked on the card amd thought within herself; What was this big deal about "independence" anyway? The freedom to be sad in an empty apartment, the freedom to be broke to be alone to watch her dreams turn to dust.In that moment her burning anger at Tyler was stronger than her fear of Grant and the Billionaire was just a way to get what she wanted, a tool she could use to rebuild to get back what was hers. She would not let him control her; she would use this chance for herself.Her phone buzzed on the coffee table, and when she looked at the screen, It was Jenna.*Maddy please call me! I'm so sorry about Tyler I saw the pictures. We can key his car! Or worse!*A li

Maddison's POV Maddison took a quick breath, the air in the still and clean room was too thin all at once. She had seen the blueprints, fire-blackened, the thin web of symbols and lines, a language she knew better than many other people. Then, the cold grip of fear in her belly began to fade, replaced by the hot push of challenge. She stepped towards the huge screen, her steps firm and sure."How much material is used in the main supports?" she asked sharply, her voice cutting through the quiet. She didn't look at Grant, her eyes staying on the floating image.Grant leaned against the console to his left, arms crossed. "50 grade steel for the beams. A325 high-strength bolts.""And the expected weight? Wind force calculation?" Maddison's hand moved across the air, a control panel forming in the space beneath her fingers. She made an opening for a connection point, turning the 3D model."Using a hundred-year storm scenario. One hundred forty miles per hour top steady wind." He spoke c

Maddison's POV3 Weeks Later…The boardroom was heavy with silence like a living beast, waiting until any form of weakness raised its ugly head. Maddison felt its teeth scraping down her skin as she stood to face the lions of HARRISON ENTERPRISES.Three weeks. Three weeks had passed since Grant Harrison had thrown her into this glass skyscraper, three weeks had been spent typing a mad idea scribbled in pencil into a successful and real-world pitch. The large mahogany board in the board room showed the New York City skyline like a still lake. They closed in on it; Harrison Enterprises' older workers, businessmen and businesswomen whose suits were worth more than her family's first car, their faces blank masks of business ideas. Grant sat in the head spot at the table, his face an unreadable slate, his eyes boring into hers. Across from her, Marcus Vance sat back in his leather chair, a small, mysterious smile on his lips. He looked like a man who was about to be treated to a show.And

Maddison's POVJenna’s words hung in the air, bitter and lasting. Then the warm atmosphere of the bar, clinking glasses, and muffled boom of sound all lost themselves in a gentle murmur as Maddison tried to erase those words. But already the question had crept into her mind. They finished the remainder of the drinks in thoughtful silence, and their initial easy chatter was replaced by one of thoughtful silence on Maddison's part. She then paid for the drinks, hugging her best friend Jenna very tightly before she went ahead to step out into the cold streets of the city.The taxi ride home was a blur of street lights blending by the window. Each red light, each storefront that passed beating with Jenna's final question. IT'S NOT THE WORK MADDY. The silence of her small apartment was a relief after finally pushing open the door and entering. She took off her heels, as the city lights flashed off her now large living room window and in that moment, she felt completely alone. Maddison wen