All Chapters of One Billion Marriage With Mr CEO: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Dashtan stared at Rakia with a surprised look, then looked down as he exhaled loudly through his sharp nose. He folded his lips into his mouth as he thought, but he couldn't think of an appropriate response to Rakia's question. Meanwhile, Rakia stared at Dashtan, waiting for the man's reaction to her question. "I... Don't want you to get hurt for expecting so much from me." Dashtan sighed in relief. At least he didn't look helpless in front of a woman. He did not want to let anyone see his weak side; he was still unable and entirely at peace with himself. He was too afraid to make a real commitment to a woman. Rakia swallowed all the disappointment she got from that statement. But she couldn't force anything on Dashtan. "As you said, I wouldn't expect much; maybe that's better," Rakia said and smiled, trying to brace herself. She finished her ice cream while Dashtan finished his juice. After that, Dashtan stood up and excused himself to bed. Rakia just nodded; her face looked sad af

An emerald green satin kaftan Mahira gave to Rakia for her to wear to the Golden Fork tonight. Tiny jewels formed a sizable prism in the centre. She rarely wore such elegant clothes, as time was not favourable for Rakia to wear such garments. When she did wear it, it fit her body like it was made for her. She looked so graceful, covered and elegant, a very different appearance from Rakia, the journalist. This time, it was like she was seeing herself on the other side, Rakia, the wife of a Dubai conglomerate. Rakia chuckled amusedly at the nickname in her mind. She continued to apply makeup to her face. She wore accessories on several body parts, like earrings, bracelets and wedding rings. She curled her hair in a style she had briefly studied on the internet. She didn't want to look unprepossessing at this dinner, now that she had entered and become part of the life of a Dashtan from a high social strata family. She didn't want to look disappointing or embarrassing. Initially, Mahira

Only Rakia seemed to be enjoying breakfast alone at the large dining table. After her morning workout with Dashtan, she showered and ate breakfast alone while her husband met her father-in-law. She wanted to know what they discussed; it was a journalist's instinct to know everything, especially if the objects were people like Dashtan and her father-in-law. After finishing breakfast, she had nothing else to do, so she went to the kitchen to see what was happening and chat briefly with the working maids. They had been working with their employer for quite some time, especially the head of the household, whose name Rakia always forgot, probably because she felt awkward and clumsy in such a luxurious place. Rakia left the kitchen for another room on the second floor. When she reached the top of the stairs, she faintly heard the sound of a piano. Curious, she followed the direction of the sound with slow steps, and the closer she got, the more apparent it sounded. Chopin's tones flowed so

The seven-hour trip back to Singapore was like a trip to the moon. Her eyes were puffy, her nose was red, and her face no longer radiated enthusiasm. She couldn't even make it through the dinner with Dashtan's family. All the happiness she felt instantly disappeared. She did not hear Adeline's repeated calls because she left her cell phone in the room. Upon arrival in Singapore, Dashtan rushed Rakia to the hospital where Doctor Pedro worked. At that time, Mr. Reynaldi was being treated in the ICU after surgery. Rakia met Doctor Pedro as she arrived at the door of the ICU room where her father was being treated. "How is Dad?" asked Rakia in a hoarse voice after crying all day. Doctor Pedro let out a long sigh as he looked at Rakia with an anxious gaze mixed with trying to be strong. "The team of doctors have tried their best, hopefully a miracle can make him open his eyes again." Doctor Pedro's words only worsened Rakia's mood, sinking to the deepest point. She burst into tears aga

They passed by a month without significant problems for Dashtan and Rakia. Although Mr Reynaldi showed no signs of waking up from his coma, Rakia tried to stay strong and visited her father regularly in the hope that he would open his eyes and return to his old self. That afternoon, after Rakia got off work and was at the hospital where her father was being treated, her cell phone rang. “Yes, hello. Brand?!” Rakia looked unsure. “Yes, it’s me. Hey, can you come back to the office at six? We need to discuss something.” Her boss sounded unusual. Rakia realized something was up, and she wanted to know, so she agreed to the man’s request to come to the office at six. After hanging up the call, Rakia looked at the wall clock in the room. It was about half an hour later. She stood by her father’s side and looked at him with all the hope that he would return soon and open his eyes. “Dad, I’ll come back later,” Rakia said, leaving the room. On reaching home, she rushed to her room to showe