All Chapters of Married To The Billionaire CEO: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I.V Chapter 12: Bought Without ConsentPOV: SarahI was already late for work when I woke up. I hurriedly took a shower, put on my dress, and dashed down the stairs.“Damn it, Sarah! How could you sleep for that long?” I muttered to myself.Outside my apartment building, I saw a familiar car parked right in front. I recognized it as the car my contract husband had given me as my personal vehicle.“Did he really mean it?” I stood there staring at the parked car in utter disbelief.“But how can I go to work in this…”A calm voice interrupted my thoughts. My gaze traveled up from a pair of neatly polished shoes and tailored suit trousers until I met his face.“I’m Chris, ma’am. Your personal bodyguard and chauffeur. I’ll be taking you to work now,” he said calmly.My eyes widened in shock.“What!” I excl

I.V Chapter 14: Did She Just Call Me Husband! POV: Adrian Sarah’s response came quicker than I expected.Wifey: [I don’t need presents born out of pettiness. You don’t get to control my life without seeking my consent first!]Staring at the message displayed on my phone, a conflicted feeling welled up in my chest.“Is she still mad at me? Does she not like my present? What did she mean by me seeking her consent first? I’m the man and husband here.” I scoffed.“We’re here, boss.” Stanley’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.“Okay.” I answered.I got out of the car with my face still fixated on my phone. Inside the electric elevator, I turned to face Stanley.“I thought you said she would like my present,” I asked, raising my brows.“Yes, I did, but you nee

I.VChapter 16; Hello Wifey POV: AdrianI couldn’t concentrate throughout my meeting with the French investors’ representatives. All that was on my mind was the last message I received from my wife. “Be safe, Husband” was the only phrase that kept echoing in my head.I quickly ended the meeting and finalized the deal. Back in the private jet, my eyes remained glued to my phone, not wanting to look away from it so the notification wouldn’t disappear before I could look back.Stanley’s notification popped up, distracting my attention.Stanley: I executed the assignment already, boss. I’ll send the attachment file below.A satisfied wide grin spread across my face while reading Stanley’s message. Just a minute after his notification came in again.Stanley: The welcome dinner for the new hires is said to be held at Logan Restaurant, Mrs. Sarah’s new restaurant.Seeing the name of the person I want most in the world now on the screen, I quickly sent him a text back.Me: I’ll be there in t

I.V Chapter 18: Shadows of the Past POV: Adrian Disappointment hit me the second she called me “Mr. Adrian” again. What the hell had changed between that sweet “Be safe, Husband” text this morning and now? The thought gnawed at me as I ran my fingers along the stair rail, dusting off the grime without breaking eye contact. She was still fuming, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Good. I liked her like this — fiery and off balance. I stepped forward slowly, forcing her to retreat until her back pressed against the wall. Nowhere left to run. A smirk tugged at my lips. I leaned in close, breathing in her familiar sweet scent that had been messing with my head since the moment I walked into the restaurant. Her body betrayed her instantly that slight tremble, the way her breath hitched. A rush of satisfaction surged through my chest. I let t

I.V Chapter 20: Welcome Home, Wifey POV: Sarah The bright morning rays of sunlight streamed through the curtains and kissed my face, pulling me from sleep. I groaned and rolled over, only to tumble straight off the edge of the bed and land on the floor with a heavy thud. “Ouch!” I winced, rubbing my sore hip. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes with the palm of my hand while letting out a long, tired yawn. My eyes widened in horror as they casually swept over to the mini alarm clock on my bedside table. I didn’t want to believe what I was seeing. “Great. Just great. Now I’m late for work again,” I muttered, glancing at the time on my phone. I rushed to get ready, already dreading my boss’s usual lecture on punctuality. Just then, my phone buzzed with a notification.