Chapter Twenty-One

CheyanneThe silence was eating me up. I hated how Maxim just sat by the corner of the dining table, his calculating eyes screening my every move. At some point, I left the living room to heat up the leftover pasta from the one we got earlier and he followed. He just wouldn’t leave my side. “Do you want some?” I asked, while dishing some food for myself.He only shook his head. Boring. “Are you just going to stand here and watch me all day?” This time, the annoyance in my tone was obvious. “I’m sorry, Ronan gave those orders.” He said curtly. Letting out a heavy, frustrated sigh, I turned to him—this time, we were back to the living room. Out of curiosity, I asked. “Are you also married?” The question completely caught him off guard, because he finally looked at me, arching a brow as he responded. “I’m not that type of person.” Finally interested, I shifted in my seat, picking a throw pillow and placing it on my lap; while my small pasta bowl sat in my hand. “What do you mean,

Last Updated : 2026-07-24

Chapter Twenty-Two

Cheyanne.I walked straight out of the restroom toward the front desk, passing Maxim, who was holding the coffee I had originally wanted. The moment I reached the receptionist, I squeezed my hands into tight fists, the words “Can you call 911?” burning to escape my throat. Only that I didn’t. It wasn’t fear, or anger, but when my knuckles suddenly grazed the square outline of the device in my pocket, the tension in my hands eased for a second. And the hatred burning a pit inside my stomach stopped. It was replaced by hope. I had Gia and I would die for that girl just as she would for me. That time will come, I promised myself. All i had to do was wait. But still, I wasn't going to let him just have his way. “Can I get a matcha latte, please?” I asked.The lady nodded. “Coming right up. You can step over there to pay,” she said, pointing toward the register where Maxim stood leaning casually.Panic hit me. I realized I didn't have a single cent on me—and I’d left the card Ronan gave

Last Updated : 2026-07-30

Chapter Twenty-three

Cheyanne.At first, it was just two missed calls from a contact saved as Michael. I don’t remember saving it. But when I unlocked my phone, my jaw dropped.The notification on the screen read: You broke our deal. Now your friend is in danger.Directly below the text was a video. Even without pressing play, the thumbnail was clear enough: someone sitting in a chair, blindfolded and gagged. Gia. She looked completely helpless.Before I could process the sight, the phone buzzed in my hand again. Michael.I didn’t hesitate to answer, even with Ronan watching me, his dark eyes hardened with instant suspicion.I forced out a tiny, breathless laugh and held up a finger, silently asking him for a minute. My legs carried me quickly out of the shop before I pressed the phone to my ear. Sweat slicked the skin around my temple as I waited for the voice on the line. I already knew what he was going to say—I couldn't even bring myself to play the video.“What do you want?” My voice trembled.“From

Last Updated : 2026-08-05

All Chapters of A Stolen Bride For the Ruthless CEO’S OBSESSION : Chapter 21 - Chapter 23

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-three