All Chapters of The CEO's Beautiful Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

For Roman Gilbert, the orders were clear. If he wanted to keep the company, he had to get married and have a child. His grandfather, the owner of most of the country’s refineries, had been blunt in his will. He was concerned about his grandson’s happiness, believing that without a family, Roman couldn’t truly be blissful.Roman thought the idea was absurd and illogical. Not only did he love his solitude, but he was also known for being cold and sometimes cruel. He didn’t want to waste his time on a relationship. He suspected that, given his status, any woman who approached him would do so out of self-interest, and he wasn’t willing to bother with false, hypocritical love. But the decree had been issued, the will was valid, and if he didn’t want to lose everything, he had to comply.Furious, he decided to go to the hospital to talk some sense into his grandfather. Since childhood, if there was one thing that defined Roman, it was that he hated being coerced. He didn’t like following o

Outside the room, Roman leaned against the wall, listening to Frida’s quiet sobs. The sound stirred a flicker of pity in him. He wasn’t entirely sure if he would have a docile wife, but he knew one thing for certain—he had a wounded woman by his side. Ignoring his urge to go in and comfort her, he decided to head to his study instead. Losing himself in work would keep him distracted.After a while, the sound of a knock on the door startled Frida. She was already in her silk nightgown, ready to sleep in the bed that still carried Roman’s scent.“Come in...” she called, half expecting it to be him, ready to share the bed. But it wasn’t. Instead, it was that all-too-familiar maid.“Hello!” the maid greeted her with a broad smile as she entered, carrying a tray of food. “I’m Lory, by the way. I thought you’d be hungry, so I brought you something to eat.”“Actually, I’m not hungry at all...” Frida replied.“You really should eat. It’s not good for your health to skip meals.”“I should

“I’m only going to say this once. You’re an incredibly capable woman who doesn’t hesitate to sacrifice whatever it is for her daughter. Do you know how many women would have abandoned their children for far less? What you need to do is use that damn pride of yours productively and show the world who you are.”Frida listened to every word, feeling the tears flow freely down her cheeks. How could someone as cold and arrogant as him say such kind things? She didn’t hesitate to offer him a grateful smile, reaching out to touch Roman’s cheek, rough with the stubble that adorned his face.The touch was both comforting and confusing for Roman. Frida’s hand was soft and warm, but her tears wouldn’t stop, and he wasn’t sure if he’d hurt her with what he’d said.“Frida?”That voice shattered the moment like a cold wind. Frida froze, trembling as if she had heard a ghost, and when she looked for the source, she saw Gary standing there, staring at them, his eyes full of judgment, almost as if

“But…” Frida hesitated, stepping toward the car, but she stopped in front of Roman, searching his eyes for a hint of mercy.“Have you forgotten your responsibility to me? I’m holding up my end of the deal. I proved that today. The least I expect is for you to do the same. I’m not asking for anything more than what you owe me,” he said through clenched teeth, his deep gaze piercing into her soul, freezing her heart.“I hear you, and I can’t help but wonder... what will you do when we have the child you want? What will you do when they’re afraid of the dark or cry because they’ve fallen? Will you demand maturity from them? Will you expect them to tear their heart out of their chest like you seem to have done?” She wanted to stand up to him, but facing those dark eyes felt like confronting a rhinoceros with a flyswatter.“That’s one option,” he replied with a sarcastic grin. “Speaking of the child you owe me... I hope you’re ready to fulfill that part of the deal,” he added before slam

"Are you ready?" Roman asked as he adjusted his leather gloves. "Remember how we met. Try to act like the perfect fiancée.""Don’t worry. I wasted years trying to be the perfect wife. I think I can manage," Frida replied with a huff."One more thing," Roman said, gently cupping Frida’s face. "Stop being so ironic and insufferable." He then kissed the smirk she gave him.Roman’s demeanor shifted the moment they stepped out of the car. He looked at her with tenderness, guiding her with gentlemanly care. Nevertheless, Frida knew it was all an act. Eyes watched their every move from the windows, so she decided it was time for her to play her part too.She took Roman’s hand as the staff carried their luggage into the mansion. The interior was grand, filled with opulence, carpeted, and so white it hurt Frida’s eyes."My dear cousin! How wonderful to see you!" A slim woman in a pink coat and matching earmuffs exclaimed. She hugged Roman, clearly making him uncomfortable, then turned to F