All Chapters of Return of the CEO's Empress : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

After his opening speech, a loud round of applause reverberated in the auditorium. Silvano stepped down from the stage and mingled and blended with the crowd. Effortlessly winning all of their attention and admiration. He paid his respects to Jonathan while he tossed a cold eye to Alexandra. "You forgot to greet my fiancee here." Jonathan pointed out. His icy blue eyes hurled icicles at Silvano and the room temperature dropped by a few degrees. Silvano had a hard time upholding his fake smile under the pressure of Jonathan's hard glare. "It's a pleasure to see you again, Lady Alexandra. Congratulations on your engagement." "Thank you, Silv. And congratulations on your birthday too," Alexandra passed a thankful smile at Jonathan. Her nonverbal way of saying she wasn't offended. She had first met Silvano when she was ten. Anastasia was eight at the time and Silvano was seven. Silvano used to have a big crush on Anastasia

Jonathan's lack of response unsettled her. "Jonathan?" Her palm grazed over his stubbled cheek. He couldn't believe his ears. She proposed. She finally said yes. Happiness blossomed at the bottom of his heart. A slow smile spread across his face, then it became a blissful grin. "You already know my answer, sweetheart." He said, his voice pitched with excitement. Alexandra laughed. Tears welled in her eyes. This was the first time she tasted the tears of happiness. "We should get married as soon as possible." She said with conviction. Jonathan was thrilled at the thought of marrying her. Heck, he wanted to storm into the register's office and get their marriage certificate right now, but a thought stopped him. "Before that, I want to meet your father first." He said. Alexandra paled. "M-my father? Why?" "We should let our families know we are getting married." Marriage wasn't a silly matter to him. He respected that institution, his father taught him to do so. Because his fathe

(Disclaimer: The following chapter contains triggering contents such as rape and sexual assault. Those who are sensitive to that content please refrain from reading this chapter.) _________________ The enormous iron gates opened upon their arrival. Anastasia peered outside the tinted window of the limousine. Inspecting what her new cage looked like on the outside. If she wasn't brought here as a payoff to her father's debts, then she would have relished the picturesque view of the place. The angel fountain reminded her of the one at the Winchester manor. It looked like the duplicate version of the masterpiece in the Winchester manor. Kameron's wealth was well displayed by his residence. She wondered if Kameron had brought her here to flaunt his property. If that is the case, he couldn't have been more delusional. Kameron thought of her as a gold digger and, in a way, she was. She had never felt good enough in the eyes of her father. Obedience was the first thing he taught her.

"Your father was supposed to marry my mother?" No wonder Catherine looked at him in a long, unnerving way. How did she not know of this? Why hadn't anyone mentioned this before? And not even Aunt Margaretta, who knew everything that has ever happened in this household? Jonathan poured himself another glass. "My father was engaged to a woman from England, Catherine Winchester. They had been promised to each other since childhood, but my father never loved her." Promised? Of course. Alexandra found it absurd why her mother hadn't married Joshua Jonas for an alliance when they could have made the ideal partners in the eyes of Grandpa Karl and her grandfather. "What about your parents? How did they meet?" "My parents studied at the same university. Mom said it was love at first sight for her and for Dad, too. I found it ridiculous, but now I know it's true." He smiled dreamily at her. Her face went red and she couldn't tell if it was because of the one or the way he gazed at her.

"You look tense, Miss." Alexandra loosened her tight shoulders and looked ahead at the man in the front seat. This was her newly assigned bodyguard. Adam Dale. The man was in his late thirties with a distinct American accent. "I guess I've become too obvious." She answered dryly. "I hear you're meeting your father." She flinched but didn't let it show. "Yes. That's right." Meeting her father wasn't such a nerve-wracking process unless she did something she would get in trouble for. The last time she felt this tense was when she was about to reveal her relationship with Edward to her father. The consequences weren't dire back then. Because it was the first time she made a mistake. Father forgave her and made her swear to not let it happen again. But then, she was repeating the same scenario. The same mistake. By marrying the rival. The Irish Mob and the Italian Mafia in Boston had been at each other's throats since the world war. The fight over the provinces proved bloody