All Chapters of CEO's Hidden Marriage: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

“But you were crying and asking Thomas not to throw you out. Why?” Viaan reminded her of their wedding day.“Because I wanted to protect that house.” She replied immediately. “That house and my farm were the last memories of my parents which they loved and cherished so much.” She gulped some air, clarifying her point.“Those are the ancestral property passed on to my father and Thomas got another one; precisely one of his choice. But later on, he and his wife were not satisfied with that. They wanted this house and farm too. That’s why they were fighting my father to sign off that property in their name as well; giving the pathetic excuse that he is older and deserves to own more. But, since my parents died suddenly, he couldn’t get it directly and their hatred only increased.” Kiara’s words were heavy with the weight of chaos and pain.“Now the legal owner was me after my parents but there was a clause that I could inherit the property only when I turned 23. Before that the property

Brown Family House:-Writer’s POV:-As the rays gently filtered through the curtains of the Brown family house, an air of intrigue hung in the atmosphere. Charles, the patriarch of the family, had awoken from his unconscious state, a fact known only to his loyal personal assistant, Victor. Keeping this revelation shrouded in secrecy, Charles lay still in his bed, eyes closed as if he were still asleep.It was his routine check-up day and the doctor handling his case came himself to check on him. Jenny had laid the respectable man inside Charles’s room, and now Jenny stood at a slight distance from his bedside, affording them the necessary privacy for the examination. The home nurse brought him the chart of Charles’ BP and other physical assessments that she conducted on a regular basis.“It all seems fine.” Said the doctor.The doctor, a seasoned professional with a calm demeanor, meticulously conducted his assessment. Gently placing his stethoscope on Charles’s chest, he listened int

Hospital:-Writer’s POV:-Ryan and Maya entered James’ cabin, the atmosphere instantly cozy and familiar. “Hey Maa, Papa!” Ryan’s voice carried a blend of affection and enthusiasm as he greeted his parents.As promised earlier, Ryan had picked up Maya from his office, and they had come directly to the hospital where their friends were planning to meet later in the evening. But before heading to the ward, they decided to drop by and spend some time with James and Samantha, who were also at the hospital.Ryan’s arms enveloped his mother in a warm hug, a son’s love evident in the embrace. Maya was greeted with a gentle smile from Samantha before finding herself pulled into a “papa bear” hug by James.“How are you, my child?” James asked, patting her head.“Good, Papa!” she replied. A full-blown smile danced on her lips.The genuine warmth of their welcome made Maya feel instantly comfortable in their presence. Her eyes caught the beautiful sight of the mother-daughter duo. She cooed at t

“What’s wrong, Rachel?” I asked, my voice trembling.After a frantic second, she looked at us and said. “It’s a live video from some strike…” Her tone was laced with restless urgency.“Strike?” Ryan’s voice trembled with anxiety as he swiftly took the phone from Rachel’s trembling hand. His forehead creased into deep furrows, and his eyes widened in a mixture of perplexity and growing concern. “Damn it, it’s the factory site! The workers are protesting!” His features contorted with a volatile mix of worry and anger.“What happened, Ryan? Do you know who are they?” Maya sought; her face serious as ever.Ryan’s response hit us like an earthquake, shaking our very foundations. “It’s the site of Viaan’s steel plant,” he said with conviction. “Those are undoubtedly his workers out there.”“How the fuck it happened all of a sudden!” Rachel hissed, gritting her teeth.The tension in the room thickened as we all stared at the screen, our collective worry intensifying with each passing second.

The factory/plant site:-Viaan’s POV:-“You have to fulfill our demands, otherwise we will not resume the work!” one of the main protesters shouts aloud, pointing a finger at me.“Look who you are talking to, boy!” Leo growled from beside me.“I can see clearly. It is the so-called-CEO who gives no shit about our oppression of rights.” In a high pitch, he yelled; his voice clearly standing out in the chaos as he made accusations.This was the same thing this and a few other workers have been claiming since the start of the strike. No wonder Tara noticed the deliberate tarnishing of my name and image by a handful of people in the protest. Especially this one man who is the reason for me losing my calm since early evening.“Either you accept our demands or we won’t let the factory run.” He intoned the same melody once again.From that screaming look in his eyes, I’m sure he just wants the other people to hear his words loud and clear and think it true.“Your demands are illicit! In no c