All Chapters of CEO's UNEXPECTED WIFE : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Maddison's POVThe guest suite door clicked shut behind Maddison, a sound of an ending that copied the closing of a door in her heart. "That's exactly what she wants," was just an echo within the empty sound of the room as she remembered her just ended argument with Grant. His panicked words, his pleas, and his chilling echoing of Tyler's excuses all swirled within her mind.She sank down upon the edge of a bed that was perfectly made, its clean white comforter a cold glare that actually gave no comfort. Her body was shaking, not from cold, but from a trembling sense of being betrayed. The betrayal she had felt was a real thing; a crushing feeling in her chest that made it hard to breathe. She felt as though she was alone in a black ocean of lies that she couldn't swim out of. And that moment, she knew she needed a support. She needed her best friend.Stumbling with shaking fingertips, she unlocked her cell phone, her vision flickering around the painful memory to come to one, single

Maddison's POVHer breath was caught in her throat, and she saved the image and opened it with an image program, enabling her to enhance it…enhance its black and white and sharpness, and then get more clearness on it.There was Grant, leaning back in his office chair. There was Vanessa, pressing into him, her hand on his chest. It was that same moment from the photo she had received, only that it was from a different point of view.But then.In the box just behind, partially concealed by a phony plant, was a man seated. He was a fit looking man, wearing dark clothing, and he had a camera with him. There was no mobile phone, just a camera focused on the table of Grant and his party.There was a small escaping breath of air from Maddison's lips at that moment. And this was proof. Hard proof that could not be denied; the fact is that this was a planned act, a hit job.Her searching intensified. But who was this photographer, anyway? she had asked herself at that telling moment.She click

Vanessa's POVShe slipped into a heavy silk robe and tied it up with one final, swift knot. Her bare feet made no noise on the cool marble as she went towards the nightstand, her mind already racing ahead to other matters. It was…this was just one of a number of physical tasks she had to do before she could get on with more interesting tasks.But then this steady annoying buzzing began from a tablet computer that was resting on a bedside table near a lamp.She took a deep breath, let a small sigh of pure annoyance escape, and grabbed it up.The screen of the computer came on, lighting up her face with its cold blue light. In an instant, her face, which had been just a moment before a mask of winning coolness, hardened into a stone mask. Her jaw clamped shut.Shown on the screen of her tablet was a local blog of a social group that had this entry:POWER COUPLES GRANT HARRISON AND MADDISON CARTER EXCEED EXPECTATIONS AT CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL FUNDRAISER, PLEDGES RECORD DONATIONThen there w

Vanessa's POV“He will see you as a gift from the gods of revenge,” Vanessa said, her voice dropping. She took another step closer, until she was standing right in front of his seat, her face tilted up to his, her eyes holding his.“He will see you, Tyler, as a tool; a very, very useful one,” Vanessa said, her voice clearly dripping with hate. “Because you have something that he needs more than anything in the world, something that only you can give.”“What?” he asked, his voice only a whisper.She knelt before him, the movement looking staged, almost theatre-like. The fabric of her dress had now parted, allowing her thighs to be seen. She then took his fists in her hands, the grip anything but gentle, anything but comforting, yet commanding still.“Her past,” Vanessa breathed, her gaze drilling into his face. “Right now you seem to be the only person who knows Maddison Carter's weaknesses. You've got to think, Tyler. The late night study sessions you had with her, the hard mathematic

Maddison’s POVTwo Weeks Later...The clean air in the cybersecurity room was as though it was filled with yesterday’s coffee. The room was a blank slate. It was right in the middle of Harrison Enterprises’ office building.It was an online battlefield where Grant’s team had been battling for two weeks.The memories Grant had of him and Vanessa in that restaurant in the hoax picture now seemed to belong to another man. It was anger that had now replaced the pain the photo had caused him and Maddison…It was clean and cold anger that wiped out the fog of disloyalty.A definite line had been drawn in Grant’s mind to fight back. They no longer simply guarded against possible attack. They hunted.Grant stood behind Dane Page. He was so big that his shadow fell across all screens. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. He was not wearing his tie. Grant’s tired eyes added to his serious face.In that room, Grant was not a Billionaire CEO. He was a general who held down the last fort. But no