All Chapters of A Stolen Bride For the Ruthless CEO’S OBSESSION : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ronan. “I-I was only trying to help.” Ivy muttered. Her voice barely loud over the hum of the engineWhy did she have to be like everyone, thinking I needed some sort of saving or intervention to stitch up the wound in my soul that keeps spilling dark, toxic blood. “Save it” I barked. My voice was harsher than intended, It didn’t matter how much I tried to hide it behind these tailored clothes. They had succeeded. They had turned me into exactly what they wanted.Pulling out my phone, I dialed Ben, wasting no words as I ordered him to bring my car and drive Ivy wherever she wanted to go.The air inside the car was suffocating and thick with unsaid words. The bitter and heavy silence didn’t help especially with her seating so close to me, her soft scent was the direct opposite of the chaos in my head. She kept her face turned toward the window, her shoulders rigid, obviously averting her gaze from mine out of anger. “Ivy…”“Is Ben here already?” She interrupted, refusing to even gr

Ronan. Maxim handed me a file on the slush funds registered under Caleb’s name before stepping back. I flipped through the sleek leather folder, skimming through the rows of financial records; offshore accounts, paper companies, ghost workers, his entire financial footprint.“That’s not all.” Maxim said. A dark smile formed on my lips. “He couldn't even manage to increase the company's net profit margin by one percent during his temporary tenure, yet he managed to siphon off this much for himself. Pitiful. What else do you have?"Maxim reached forward, turning to the final pages . Stapled to the matte paper were blurred images of Caleb. Shaking hands with shady looking people.“I’m digging into it.” Maxim murmured. “But I believe your cousin hasn’t just been stealing. He’s been selling company secrets to either rivals or the wrong people.”My jaws clenched hard. The audacity. “Now that’s he’s no longer acting CEO, he’s in charge of the finance and according to information I’ve gat

Cheyanne.It had been two days. Two days of successfully avoiding every corner Ronan might turn, but I guess my luck had finally run out.I was already standing at the threshold of the kitchen. If I turned back now, it would be glaringly obvious that I was running from him. Calming my nerves, I dragged a shallow breath into my lungs and stepped inside. Ronan had an effortless way of filling an entire space with his presence. Even without looking at him, the air in the kitchen felt instantly thicker, charged with the heavy, masculine notes of his cologne—the kind of scent that lingered in a room long after he’d walked away."Good morning..." I muttered, keeping my eyes low.He didn't answer immediately. The silence broke with the clink of a glass cup dropping into the sink. “Morning,” he finally mumbled, his voice deep, and gravelly thick. I offered a tight, polite nod and passed him to reach the fridge. Even with my back turned, the heat of his gaze burned against the nape of my nec

Cheyanne.“I’ll ask the doctor to visit again,” he muttered, swiftly getting to his feet. “But for now, you need to pack a few things… We leave in an hour.”I slid the sheets off my body, rising up to meet his height. Though he towered over me, broader and stronger in every way, I didn’t care, he needed to start giving better explanations for the choices he kept making for both of us.“Why are we leaving today? I asked. Ronan stopped abruptly, before turning to face me. Staring up into his eyes, I asked…“What happened?” “Something urgent came up with work.” He answered, giving me the impression he had nothing more to tell me. “Uhm okay. What about tickets?” “We’re flying private.” He said. I nodded. Not like I expected less, but now that I think about it, how did I manage to get transported from one country to another? I hadn’t travelled internationally enough to know all the rules, but I knew one thing for certain, they would have needed my passport to get me here.“Okay...

Ronan. “Hmm” I grunted. “How exactly do you intend to do that?” I shifted, assessing her as I crossed my legs then rubbed my fingers over the stubble on my chin. She pointed directly at my chest pocket, “I know you’re recording with that thing. But you don’t look like some freak. So I guess you’re here for business.” She shrugged, finally stopping the disgusting moves she had been doing with that pole. “You seem to know much about surveillance.” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Who are you?” “Forget about who I am, mister. Are you down or not?” Straight to the point. I liked that. Even though I wasn’t a very trusting man, and also shouldn’t be having conversations with naked or half-naked women who aren’t my wife, there was something about this lady before me that didn't seem ordinary. She didn’t carry herself like an actual stripper. I noticed how her eyes searched the room, subtly taking notes of the exits, and perimeter. It didn’t seem like anything to me at first,