บททั้งหมดของ The CEO's Revenge Bride: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

CHAPTER 11EVA'S AWKWARDNESSEva could only manage to remove her upper clothing before quickly turning her back toward Aron Loghan, covering herself with both arms.She felt completely uncomfortable.“Are you satisfied now?” she asked quietly. “You can examine me.”Eva stood there in a suffocating silence.She had no idea what was going through the man behind her mind.The tension stretched for several long moments until finally Aron spoke.“Turn around. Look at me.”His voice was calmer now, but the pressure behind it remained.“I need to make sure everything is perfect. My heir will not be born from a body that carries even the smallest risk.”Eva’s breathing became uneven.Her fingers felt numb as she held herself.Slowly, she turned around.In front of her stood Aron Loghan, tall and unmoving, like a living bronze statue.Cold.Powerful.Untouchable.Eva tried to speak, but nervousness tangled her words.“Can I put my clothes back on now?”The way Eva looked so worried, afraid tha

CHAPTER 13 THE COLD MAN“Wow, this is going to be big news for Mother…”Eva instinctively stopped mid-step.The man standing in front of her looked at her with a relaxed smile and a curious gaze. He was completely different from Aron Loghan. Where Aron carried the coldness of winter, this man carried the warmth of summer. Yet somehow, there was still something familiar about him.A resemblance.A shadow of the same bloodline.Henry Loghan quickly scanned Eva from head to toe before his charming smile widened.“Don’t tell me my brother finally decided to get married in secret and hide a beautiful woman in the middle of paradise.”His guess was dangerously close to the truth.“Monte Carlo and a beautiful woman…” Henry continued playfully. “A perfect place to disappear.”Chatrine, who stood behind Eva, immediately stepped in with her usual calm efficiency.“Henry, this is not the time for jokes.”The gentle warning only made Henry’s smile grow wider.“Of course it isn’t. But who could re

CHAPTER 15INSANE“No!”Eva’s scream tore through the room as her body hit the sofa and the man above her moved with terrifying force.Her breathing became frantic. Every instinct inside her screamed to fight, to escape, to survive.Aron Loghan was dangerous.In one violent motion, the shoulder of her blouse was torn apart. The sound of fabric ripping made Eva freeze. Fear wrapped around her like a cold fog, suffocating every thought.She was trapped.She could not move. She could not think clearly. The man in front of her was stronger, colder, and far more unpredictable than anyone she had ever faced.Eva shut her eyes tightly, drowning in terrifying possibilities.But then she realized something.Despite his rage, despite the madness burning in his eyes, Aron stopped before crossing the line she feared most.He was furious.Cruel.Unstable.But he did not take what did not belong to him.That realization did not comfort Eva.It frightened her even more.Because Aron Loghan was not s

CHAPTER 17 THE UNBREAKABLE WILLAfter a breakfast that felt more like an enforced ritual than a meal, Eva returned to her room in silence.Aron had barely spoken. He only watched her, gave short instructions, and then allowed her to leave.Perhaps he knew Eva needed space.Or perhaps Aron himself needed time to prepare his next move.The door closed slowly behind her.For a few seconds, Eva simply stood there, listening to the silence. The only sound was the ticking of the clock on the wall.Slowly, she walked toward the window.Monte Carlo’s sky was bright. The sea far below shimmered beneath the sunlight. But none of that beauty could reach her heart.Eva stared outside, yet she remained trapped inside a suffocating room of golden walls, feeling like a bird locked inside a luxurious cage.She sat on the edge of the bed, touching her wrist where faint red marks remained from the night before.There was no serious injury.But the mark was real.Just like the wound buried much deeper i

CHAPTER 19LEARNING WITH ARON LOGHANThe Monte Carlo sky was flawless that afternoon.A clear blue canvas untouched by imperfection, decorated only by thin clouds drifting gracefully across the horizon. The southern sea breeze moved gently, carrying the salty scent of the ocean mixed with the expensive fragrance of the elite marina where luxurious yachts rested in perfect rows.Eva stood awkwardly on the dock, her body wrapped in a soft white dress that moved with the wind. The branded wedge heels beneath her feet were so quiet against the wooden deck that she felt as if she were walking inside a dream.Behind her stood Aron Loghan’s private yacht, Valkyria, ready to sail.The nearly sixty-meter vessel was not merely a yacht.It was a floating palace.Its polished hull shimmered like liquid silver, while the upper deck was decorated with a white sun lounge, elegant linen sofas, and golden details. Through the glass sliding doors, warm crystal lights reflected from the luxurious interi