Michelle Davenport has always been invisible—overshadowed by her twin sister, Millie, and used as a pawn in her family’s business dealings. When her parents arrange her marriage for profit, she prepares for another sacrifice. But fate intervenes, and she finds herself engaged to Raymond Hawthorne—a ruthless billionaire who needs a wife to appease his family. It’s supposed to be a contract, nothing more. But as Michelle steps into Raymond’s world of wealth, power, and deception, everything changes. The cold CEO starts to notice her, protect her, and make her feel wanted for the first time in her life. Just as she dares to believe in something real, Millie sets her sights on Raymond, determined to steal him for herself. Betrayal, jealousy, and unexpected love turn their arrangement into something far more dangerous—especially when Michelle discovers she’s carrying Raymond’s children. Now, she must fight for herself, for love, and for the family she never had. Will she finally claim her happiness, or will she once again lose everything to the sister who always took it all? The Ruthless CEO’s Chosen Wife is a gripping billionaire romance filled with passion, power plays, and a heroine’s journey from being weak and unwanted to finding love, strength, and the life she deserves.
View MoreThe sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the sprawling estate. Inside the penthouse, things were tense. Raymond stood by the large windows in the study, hands clasped behind his back. The stress of the day weighed on him, and tension filled the air. Michelle sat across from him, worried, tracing her teacup with her fingers.They can't do this, Michelle said quietly, feeling frustrated and surprised. Vivian can’t just—She can, Raymond interrupted firmly. The courts are on her side now. We have to follow her rules. We need to fight this legally, Michelle, and prepare for whatever she might do next. She won’t stop until she gets what she wants.Michelle’s grip tightened on the teacup. I’ve done everything right, Raymond. I’ve been a good wife, a good mother, everything she couldn't be. Still, she’s trying to destroy what we’ve built. Raymond crossed the room and knelt in front of her, gently lifting her chin to meet his gaze. You didn’t ask for this, but you’ve shown you’re stron
Michelle's hands shook as she held the court notice. It was hard to accept, but it was real. She had been summoned to court, and it felt like a battle for her identity as a Hawthorne, her life with Raymond, and her children's safety. The name at the bottom of the page, Vivian Davenport, sent chills through her.Raymond stood beside her, his expression angry and tense. He hugged Michelle, but his body was stiff, already thinking ahead about what they needed to do. He gently kissed her forehead and whispered, We'll fight this. We'll fight her.I can't believe this is happening, why is she doing this, and why is my father helping her? Michelle said, her voice cracking with emotion. She felt her anger fading into sadness. Vivian had already taken a lot from her, and now she was after the most important thing: her family. Raymond gently held her face, looking determined. Vivian will learn just how far you'll go to protect your family. We'll make sure of it. Michelle understood what lay ahe
The court notice felt heavy in the room. Michelle’s hands shook as she gripped the paper. The words blurred as she held it tight. It felt like the walls were closing in. Vivian’s legal challenge wasn’t just a surprise—it was an attack on all Michelle and Raymond had built with their children and new family. Raymond stood by the door, tense and quiet with anger. He hadn’t spoken since the letter came, but Michelle could sense his frustration. He was just as caught off guard by the court notice, yet his silence showed determination.Finally, Raymond spoke. I won't let her take anything from you, he said, calm but determined. Michelle looked at him, feeling her heart race. Do you think I’ll just let her ruin everything? You're wrong. Raymond’s face was serious. That’s not what I meant. I know you’ll fight back. But we need to be smart. We can’t let her pull us into her problems. If she’s willing to go this far, she'll do anything to discredit us . And we have to be ready too.Michelle th
Michelle's hands shook as she stared at the photo on her phone again, the screen's edges blurred because she was holding it so tightly. She's watching me, she whispered softly, her voice just audible over the gentle rustling of the wind by the window. Raymond's eyes narrowed with intense focus. Normally calm and composed, his face was now clouded with anger. He looked at Michelle in the photo. The photo was taken from above and was perfectly framed. It clearly wasn't by chance; it was meant to send a message.If she's watching us so closely. We need to watch her, too, he said in a serious tone. He grabbed his phone and started issuing orders to the head of security. Inspect every part of the house. Review the perimeter cameras. Ensure drones are up before sunrise. Michelle was breathing rapidly, pulling her robe close around herself. Raymond... if she was able to get that close to us without detection, what else could she do?Raymond crossed the room and took her hands firmly. She has
Michelle looked in the mirror, feeling a mix of fear, anger, and disbelief. Vivian's words rang in her mind, cold and sharp: You took everything from Millie. You stole her future. But don't worry, Michelle. I'll make sure you pay for it.Michelle's grip on the phone was tight, turning her knuckles white. At some point, her mother had pretended to care. Vivian had always been unkind, but this felt like a declaration of war. Stay away from my family, Michelle said firmly into the phone, her voice steady despite the fear in her chest.Vivian laughed, a cold, mocking laugh. Family? That's not your word, Michelle. You don't belong anywhere. You're unfit to be a mother. Then the line went dead. Michelle stood there in silence, phone still pressed to her ear, hoping Vivian would suddenly explain this madness. But there was only the quiet night outside.Raymond returned to the room just as she lowered the phone. He saw the fear in her eyes despite her calm face. Was it her again? he asked. Mi
Michelle always knew her mother wasn’t warm. Vivian was distant and even mean. But Michelle never imagined that her could cause so much pain and trouble. Michelle sat in the back of the car next to Raymond, her hands on her now empty belly, realizing she couldn’t ignore the truth anymore. Her mother was dangerous. Raymond kept glancing at her on the drive home, his grip tight on the steering wheel. He didn’t say much, not yet, but she sensed his frustration. Once they got home, Raymond closed the door and turned to her. Sit down, he said softly, helping her to the couch. Tell me everything. Michelle struggled to begin. Speaking was hard, but Raymond waited patiently, his eyes on hers. So she opened up. She explained Millie's confession. The lies and tricks. How Vivian set them against each other from a young age. How she disappeared right before Millie's arrest, leaving Michelle with unease. Raymond listened quietly, his face darkening with each word. When Michelle finally finished
Michelle went back inside after a while, she sat frozen in the visiting room, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. Millie's words echoed relentlessly in her mind. Still trying to come to grips with that revelation, Michelle was taken aback when Millie mentioned someone else. Mother, Millie whispered again, her voice barely audible. Vivian Davenport. Hearing that name felt like a sharp slap to Michelle’s face. Her eyes narrowed, and she gripped the edge of the cold metal table tightly. Are you saying… our mother was part of all this too? Millie nodded slowly, her gaze falling to the floor. She did more than just get involved, Michelle. She planned much more than you think. Michelle’s throat felt dry, and she shook her head slightly, struggling to understand. That doesn’t add up. Vivian barely spoke to me unless she had something nasty to say. She didn’t even try to be part of my life after the wedding was announced. Millie let out a hollow, bitter laugh. Exactly. She was working
The car was quiet and filled with tension. Michelle sat next to Raymond, her fingers nervously opening and closing in her lap. The letter from Millie was in her handbag, feeling much heavier than it looked. Since receiving it, she hadn't slept well. Her mind was full of questions and worries. Raymond slowly stopped the car outside the prison gates. He didn't say anything right away, just stared straight ahead with a clenched jaw. Finally, Michelle spoke. You don’t want me to go in. No, Raymond said. I don’t. She turned to him, speaking softly. But you understand why I have to. Raymond looked at her, searching her face. Yes, and that’s what scares me. Her heart ached, but she leaned over and gently kissed his cheek. I need to do this, Raymond. I have to hear it from her. No matter what it is. He nodded slowly, then held her hand tightly. I'll be right here. If you feel unsafe, come back out. Don’t let her fool you into her games again. Michelle nodded, got out of the car, and felt t
Raymond turned off the TV, but the room stayed heavy with what they’d all seen. Millie in handcuffs stuck in Michelle’s mind like a ghost that wouldn’t leave. The silence that followed was filled with thoughts—peace had come, but with a cost she hadn’t fully realized. Michelle didn’t speak at once. She looked at the small baby in her arms, her daughter’s soft breaths reminding her why she fought so hard. Still, the silence bothered her. Raymond spoke first. You don’t have to think about her now, he said softly, moving a hair from her face. She’s gone, Michelle. She can’t get to you or the twins. It’s over. Michelle shook her head slowly. It’s not that simple, she replied. Raymond seemed confused. What do you mean? She’s my sister, Michelle whispered, eyes down. Or… she was. I don’t know what to call her now. I thought I’d feel free, but it’s not easy. It still hurts. Chloe noticed Michelle’s change in mood and softened her voice. You can feel everything, you know? Grief, relief, con
The grand ballroom of the Davenport estate glittered under the soft glow of the golden chandeliers, filled with the chatter of New York’s elite, swirling champagne glasses, and the lingering scent of expensive cologne and designer perfumes. Michelle Davenport stood at the far end of the hall, her delicate fingers tightening around the stem of her untouched champagne flute as she observed the extravagant event unfold before her.It was yet another social gathering thrown by her parents, an evening where deals were disguised as pleasantries, alliances were built over expensive wine, and where she, as always, was nothing more than a decorative afterthought. The perfect, obedient daughter, unseen yet expected to exist only when needed. She was only needed whenever it was beneficial to them.Her gaze flickered across the room, scanning all the guests in the room until her eyes landed on the golden child of the Davenport family—her twin sister, Millie. Dressed in a shimmering red gown that ...
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