All Chapters of The Ruthless CEO'S Chosen Wife : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

Michelle sat across from Raymond in his private office, her hands folded tightly in her lap as he slid a contract toward her. The thick document looked intimidating, the pages crisp and filled with legal jargon she barely understood. “This outlines everything,” Raymond said smoothly, his fingers tapping the desk. “Terms, expectations, some rules , financial arrangements, go through it and sign.” Michelle swallowed, staring at the contract as if it might jump up and bite her, she was fidgeting with the pen in her hand. This is insane. She was about to sign a marriage contract with a man she barely knew, a rich and powerful man feared by half of New York. A man every woman in the city wanted. She hesitated. “You really had this drawn up already?” Raymond’s lips curved slightly. “I had a feeling you’d come around.” She exhaled sharply, gripping the pen he handed her. “Arrogant much?” “Confident.” Michelle shot him a glare, but he only smirked, clearly unbothered. She flipped thr

The next morning, Raymond left for work as usual, immersing himself in meetings, collaborations, and company affairs. Michelle, on the other hand, had a far less structured day ahead—one that quickly turned into a battlefield of words when Millie asked her to meet at a nearby coffee shop not far from their estate. Michelle arrived there, already bracing herself for whatever storm Millie had cooked up again. And, as expected, the moment she sat down, Millie wasted no time in launching her attack verbally and not caring about her image. “How the hell did this happen?” Millie demanded while gritting her teeth in anger, her perfectly manicured nails tapping furiously against the ceramic cup in front of her. “How are you engaged to Raymond Hawthorne? You, of all people?” How could you do this without discussing it with us, your family? Oh, now I'm their family? These people are so shameless …she thought to herself. Michelle sighed, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. “Good morning to

Very early the next morning, Michelle woke up feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. Today was the day she would take the first step in her wedding preparations, and the thought of trying on expensive wedding gowns felt surreal. She barely had time to process everything before Raymond knocked on her door. Good morning Michelle, "Get ready. We're leaving in thirty minutes," he said before walking away. Michelle sighed. Good Morning to you too! She said silently, it was more like she was talking to herself since Raymond had long walked away and couldn't hear her. The man had no concept of giving someone time to mentally prepare for anything. But then again, she wasn’t going to complain. It was better than him being cold and distant. She hated it whenever he was like that After showering and getting dressed, they drove to one of the most exclusive bridal boutiques in the city, the boutique was known for it's beautiful designs and outstanding reputation, it was one of the be

The next morning, Michelle woke up feeling refreshed and well-rested. It was a rare occurrence in her life, and she briefly wondered if Raymond’s penthouse had some magical sleeping charm. Stretching lazily, she got up and prepared for the day. It was Sunday, a day she would usually spend catching up on work , resting or reading a good book, but given her current situation, she wasn’t sure how peaceful her day would be. Downstairs, she found Raymond already seated at the dining table, casually flipping through a financial newspaper while sipping his coffee. He looked effortlessly elegant and handsome, dressed in a simple black T-shirt and sweatpants. It was the first time she had seen him in something other than his usual sharp suits, and she had to admit—he looked good. “Good Morning,” she greeted, walking past him toward the kitchen. “Good Morning,” he replied without even looking up. Michelle quickly whipped up a simple breakfast—scrambled eggs, toast, sausages and fresh juice