All Chapters of The CEO's Unwanted Wife : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Third POVThe wedding of Sebastian Blackwood and Irene Murray was nothing short of spectacular. The private island venue had been transformed into a dreamscape of white roses, crystal chandeliers hanging from silk-draped pavilions, and soft golden lighting that made everything shimmer like something out of a fairy tale. The ocean whispered gently in the background, its waves providing a perfect natural soundtrack to the ceremony. Guests dressed in the finest designer attire filled the elegant seating area, their jewels catching the light as they watched Irene walk down the aisle.Irene looked breathtaking. Her gown was a masterpiece of delicate lace and flowing silk in the softest shade of ivory, hugging her figure before cascading into a long train that trailed behind her like a cloud. Her dark hair was styled in loose, romantic waves, adorned with tiny pearls and fresh flowers. She carried a simple bouquet of white roses and eucalyptus, her hands trembling slightly with emotion as

Third POVThe honeymoon suite on the top floor of the exclusive hotel overlooked the glittering city lights, a sprawling space designed for romance and indulgence. Soft golden lighting from wall sconces and a massive crystal chandelier cast a warm, intimate glow over the room. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed a breathtaking view of the skyline, while heavy silk curtains stood ready to be drawn for privacy. A king-sized bed dominated the center, dressed in crisp white linens scattered with crimson rose petals that released a subtle, sweet fragrance into the air. In one corner, a bottle of chilled champagne waited in a silver ice bucket beside two crystal flutes, and a tray of chocolate-dipped strawberries sat temptingly nearby. The air carried a faint trace of vanilla and sandalwood from the carefully placed candles that flickered gently on the nightstands.Sebastian Blackwood closed the heavy door behind them with a soft click, the sound sealing them away from the noise and eyes of t

Third POVThe morning light filtered gently through the heavy silk curtains of the honeymoon suite, painting the room in soft hues of gold and pale rose. Sebastian Blackwood stirred first, his body still heavy with the pleasant exhaustion of their passionate wedding night. He turned toward Irene Murray, now Irene Blackwood, and felt a surge of warmth spread through his chest at the sight of her sleeping peacefully beside him. Her dark hair fanned across the pillow, a few strands clinging to her cheek, and the sheet had slipped low enough to reveal the gentle curve of her bare shoulder. She looked serene, beautiful in the quiet vulnerability of sleep.He propped himself up on one elbow and leaned down, pressing a series of soft, lingering kisses along her collarbone. His lips trailed upward to the sensitive spot just below her ear, then across her jawline. “Good morning, my beautiful wife,” he murmured against her skin, his voice low and husky with sleep and affection. Irene stirred

Third POVThe first drops of rain began to patter lightly against the leaves overhead, turning the pleasant afternoon in Central Park into something softer and more intimate. Fiona glanced up at the gathering gray clouds, feeling the cool mist settle on her skin. “Looks like our picnic is about to get interrupted,” she said with a laugh, already reaching for the stroller handles.Maverick was quick to react, scooping up the lightweight diaper bag while Charles helped Raina gather the remaining snacks and the folded blanket. The two men exchanged a quick glance of mock disappointment over their unfinished croquet game, but the mood stayed light. Fiona lifted Colin from the stroller into her arms, his small body warm and heavy with sleep, while Maverick carefully picked up Edward. The twins barely stirred, their tiny faces peaceful despite the sudden movement.“Come on, let’s make a run for it before it gets heavier,” Maverick called, his voice carrying that easy confidence she had gr

Third POVThe Maldives stretched out like a dream painted in every shade of turquoise and emerald. Crystal-clear waters lapped gently against the white sand beaches, while overwater villas on stilts created the illusion of floating in paradise. Sebastian Blackwood and Irene Murray Blackwood had been there for exactly one week, and every day felt like a private slice of heaven crafted just for them. The sun warmed their skin as they lounged side by side on wide wooden deck chairs positioned on the private deck of their villa. A light breeze carried the salty scent of the ocean mixed with the faint sweetness of tropical flowers blooming nearby.Sebastian reached over and took Irene’s hand, their fingers intertwining naturally. In his other hand, he held a tall glass of fresh coconut water infused with lime and mint, condensation dripping slowly down the side. Irene sipped from her own drink, a similar concoction garnished with a bright slice of pineapple. She wore a simple white biki