All Chapters of The CEO's Revenge Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The ballroom fell into a suffocating silence.Sophia's trembling fingers tightened around the divorce agreement as though squeezing it hard enough would make the words disappear. The crisp paper crinkled beneath her grip, but the bold letters remained unchanged.DIVORCE AGREEMENT.Her breathing became uneven. This couldn't be happening. Not after everything they had built together.She slowly lifted her tear-filled eyes to Damien, desperately searching his face for even the smallest trace of remorse. The gentle smile he had worn moments ago had vanished, replaced by an expression so indifferent that it made her chest ache."Damien..." Her voice came out barely above a whisper. "Tell me this is a joke.""It isn't.His answer was calm. As if he were discussing tomorrow's meeting instead of ending a five-year marriage."I've already signed the papers," he continued. "All that's left is your signature."Sophia stared at him, unable to process what she was hearing. "But... why?"She wasn't

No one spoke.The silence that settled over the ballroom was far more oppressive than the endless whispers that had filled it moments earlier.Sophia stood motionless, her empty ring finger curled slightly against her palm. It felt strange.For five years, that tiny diamond had been a symbol of everything she believed in.Love… Commitment… Family. Now, It rested in Damien's hand as though those five years had never existed.Neither of them moved, or spoke for almost ten minutes. Olivia was the first to break the silence.She stepped closer to Damien, gently slipping her hand into the crook of his arm once more before looking at Sophia with eyes that appeared sympathetic."Sophia..." Her voice was soft enough to fool anyone who didn't know better. "I truly hope you won't hate Damien." She lowered her gaze with practiced elegance. "Love has never been something people can force."She continued. He tried… he really did, but the heart always knows where it belongs."A few guests nodded qu

Sophia's phone rang.She lowered her eyes to the screen and saw Emily's name flashing across it. Her fingers tightened around the phone as she stared at it, knowing exactly why her best friend was calling. The phone continued vibrating in her palm.Sophia didn't answer.She stood beneath the small shelter of a closed shop, listening to the rain pounding against the pavement while Emily's name continued flashing on the screen.The call ended.Almost immediately, the phone rang again.Sophia closed her eyes and drew in a slow breath. She didn't have the strength to explain herself. She didn't want to hear Emily's worried voice or listen to her insist that Damien didn't deserve her. She already knew that.She just didn't know what to do with the pain. When the ringing continued, Sophia finally opened her eyes and pressed the power button.The screen went black.She slipped the phone into her handbag and stepped out from beneath the shelter. The rain immediately soaked her again, but she

“Marry me.”Alexander said it so calmly that Sophia wondered if she had misunderstood him.She stared at him from the hospital bed, her eyebrows slowly drawing together. For several seconds, she said nothing. Then a short, disbelieving laugh escaped her.“Have you finally lost your mind, Mr. Wolfe?” Sophia asked, shaking her head as she looked at him.Alexander remained seated in the chair beside her bed, his expression completely serious.Sophia laughed again and leaned back against her pillow. “You must be delusional if you think I'm going to marry a man I barely know, especially after everything I've just been through.”Alexander rested one arm against the side of the chair and watched her without reacting to the insult.Sophia folded her arms across her chest and gave him a skeptical look. “You saved my life, Mr. Wolfe. I appreciate that. But that doesn't mean you have any right to do whatever you feel like.”Alexander opened the folder and removed several documents. He placed the

Damien sat behind his desk, staring at the financial report on his computer. The numbers should have had his full attention, but he had been reading the same page for several minutes without taking in a single word. He picked up his pen and tapped it against the desk, his brows drawn together as he tried to understand why the latest figures were not matching his expectations. A knock sounded on the door. “Come in,” he called without looking up. The door opened, and Daniel, his personal assistant, stepped inside with a tablet in his hand. Instead of walking straight to the desk, he paused near the door, his expression unusually serious. “Sir, there’s something you need to see,” Daniel said, tightening his grip on the tablet. Damien finally lifted his head. He leaned back in his chair and looked at his assistant with mild irritation. “If it’s another financial report, leave it on my desk. I’ll look at it later.” “It’s not about the company’s finances, sir,” Daniel replied as