All Chapters of The Ruthless CEO'S Chosen Wife : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The whispers hadn’t stopped. Michelle knew that proving her innocence once wasn’t enough. Eleanor’s false accusations had been debunked, but the office gossip had a life of its own. “She’s only here because of her last name.” “She seduced Raymond to secure her position.” “I heard Eleanor wants her gone. I wonder how long before she succeeds.” Michelle sighed, gripping her coffee cup tighter as she walked past a cluster of employees who immediately fell silent after seeing her. Their forced smiles didn’t fool her. She wasn’t naive enough to think they were scared of her or had suddenly started respecting her. Reaching her office, she found Chloe already inside, arms crossed,lips in a thin line, and her expression set to serious business mode. “You look like you’re about to drop a bomb,” Michelle said, setting her coffee down. “Because I am.” Chloe handed her a folder. “Isabelle’s making moves, and I don’t mean her usual passive-aggressive nonsense.” Michelle frowned as she flip

Michelle stared at the folder in her hands, her mind still in a state of shock and confusion. The weight of the discovery settled heavily on her chest—Alex had been working with Eleanor this entire time. Initially, she had thought Eleanor was just using Alex to cause a rift between Her and Raymond but it turns out they were actually working together. He wasn’t just a thorn in her side. He was a full-blown dagger aimed at her back. Chloe sat across from her, arms crossed, brows drawn in frustration. “I knew that sleazeball was bad news, but this? This is next-level villainy.” Michelle let out a humorless laugh. “Great. So, not only is he blackmailing me, but he’s also in cohort with my worst enemies.” “Unfortunately, yes.” Chloe exhaled sharply. “We need to be smart about this and be careful. If Eleanor and Alex are teaming up, then whatever they’re planning—it’s big and it's not going to be good. We need to hit back before they have the chance to strike.” Michelle nodded, but insid

Michelle wasn’t one for reckless decisions, but tonight, she was making an exception. After what she saw at the restaurant, she knew she couldn’t sit around waiting for answers to come to her. Miranda was dangerous and very calculative, and if Michelle wanted to get ahead of whatever she was plotting, she needed to take action. The woman had only ever shown her gentle side when they worked together previously at Harper & Co, but now she was showing her true colours. Which was why she found herself standing outside Miranda’s office late at night, heart pounding against her ribs. She needed anything, any information at all that could help her uncover Miranda's plans. The building was mostly empty—most employees had gone home hours ago. Only the night security and a few late workers remained. That gave Michelle a small window to get in, search for whatever Miranda was hiding, and get out of there before anyone noticed. She had thought about asking Chloe to come along, but after giving

Michelle sat frozen on her bed, her fingers tightening around the edges of the photograph as if holding it any looser would make it slip away. Her younger self. And Calvin Hawthorne. The boy in the picture was unmistakable. The same sharp features, the same calculating eyes—even at a young age, there was something unsettling about the way he looked at the camera. But why? Why was he in this picture with her? How did they know each other? A deep sense of unease settled in her stomach. She had no recollection of ever meeting Calvin when she was a child. Her memories of that time were fuzzy, but if she had met him—if she had known him—surely she would have remembered. Wouldn’t she? Her mind raced with possibilities. Was the photograph real? Or was this just another one of Calvin’s twisted games? Her first instinct was to believe the latter. He was always trying to get into her head, to make her question herself. This could be another one of his manipulations—a way to rattle her a

Michelle stood on the balcony long after Calvin had disappeared, her fingers curled around the railing. The weight of his words lingered in her mind like a shadow she couldn’t shake off. "I know more about you than you realize." What could that mean? She wondered. He had said it with so much confidence, such certainty, as if he was waiting for her to figure something out on her own. And that was what unsettled her the most. What did he expect her to figure out? What was it that she wasn’t seeing? Her thoughts raced back to the photograph. Calvin had been in it—smiling beside her younger self. A boy she had no recollection of. A connection she didn’t understand. The connection got her confused. And then there was Miranda. Tonight had only confirmed what she already suspected—Miranda wasn’t just after Raymond. She was playing a much bigger game, She wanted Raymond, she wanted power , and Michelle was standing in her way. And she would do anything to take Michelle out of the way. A