All Chapters of The Ruthless CEO'S Chosen Wife : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chloe sat on a chair in her apartment, her fingers flying over the keyboard like a flash as she dug deeper into Miranda’s background. She had learned years ago that if something didn’t add up, it was because someone had gone to great lengths to hide the truth. And Miranda? She was a puzzle wrapped in too many layers of secrecy. Like an onion with many layers. After receiving that anonymous warning, Chloe knew she couldn’t ignore it, it was dangerous for her,and she could even end up getting hurt. But if Miranda was involved in something dangerous that had to do with her friend, Michelle had to know. She wouldn't let her friend get hurt. Her search pulled up basic information at first—work history, public records, nothing suspicious. But Chloe wasn’t looking for what was visible. She was looking for what had been erased. What wasn't visible. She needed to dig deeper. She bypassed firewalls, dug into old archives, and finally, something strange popped up. Miranda had been employed at

Eleanor Hawthorne sat in her private suite, sipping a glass of wine as she reviewed the latest reports. The plans she had set in motion was unfolding exactly as she planned. The stock market crisis had shaken confidence in Hawthorne Enterprises, and Victor’s financial leverage had made him appear indispensable to the board.But there was still resistance.Raymond had managed to rally some of the more independent board members to push back against Victor’s involvement. They weren’t foolish—they saw the threat Eleanor posed.Which meant it was time to remove their options.She picked up her phone and made a call.“Have the files been delivered?” she asked smoothly.“Yes, ma’am,” her contact replied. “He has received them.”“Good.” Eleanor’s lips curled into a smile. “Now, let’s see how long he can hold out.”Miles Harrington, one of the longest-serving board members, had always prided himself on his integrity. He had been a firm ally of Raymond’s, resisting Eleanor’s influence at every

Michelle had just entered her office when her phone buzzed with a message, vibrating against her desk. She barely glanced at it, she was still lost in thought over Chloe’s last message. And what she meant by that.Miranda used to be a handler and she's working at Hawthorne Enterprises for a reason—to cover up Eleanor's secrets. We need to talk.A pit had formed in Michelle’s stomach the moment she read it. Chloe had been absent from work, she had been focused on her investigation for weeks, digging deeper than either of them should have. And now—Michelle exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples.Something felt wrong.Chloe should have followed up by now. She would have at least called her to explain what she had uncovered. The worry on her face was obvious.A knock on her office door snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked up to see Raymond standing there, his expression unreadable.“We need to talk,” he said.Michelle frowned. “About what?”Raymond hesitated for half a second before

The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing Chloe registered as she slowly regained consciousness. Her body ached, her head ached, and her throat felt dry so much that she couldn't even swallow her saliva, but the moment her eyelids fluttered open, she saw Michelle sitting beside her, gripping her hand tightly. "Chloe?" Michelle's voice was laced with both relief and urgency. Chloe tried to speak, but her throat was too dry and it burned. Michelle quickly reached for a cup of water and helped her sit up to take a small sip. "You scared the hell out of me Chloe ," Michelle whispered, her grip on Chloe’s hand tightening. The worry on her face obvious. Chloe gave her a weak smile. "That… makes two of us." But the relief was short-lived. Chloe's brows knitted together as memories of the attack came rushing back. Her fingers curled against the bedsheet, and she swallowed hard. She suddenly became tense. Michelle noticed the change instantly. "Chloe, are you okay? Wh

The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Chloe sat up against the pillows, her fingers tightening around the blanket as she stared at Michelle, who sat beside her. The weight of the past few days hung between them—Chloe’s attack, the threatening note Michelle received, and now, an unsettling silence. Michelle could tell something was wrong. "Chloe, you need to tell me what's going on," And I mean everything. Michelle urged, her voice gentle but firm. "I know you’re scared, but keeping secrets won’t help." Chloe hesitated, her lips parting as if to speak, then closing again. She let out a shaky breath. “I should have told you this a long time ago,” she said finally. “But I didn’t know how to bring it up.” Michelle frowned. “Told me what?” Chloe lowered her gaze, her fingers gripping the blanket tighter. “I was adopted.” Michelle blinked. “What?” “My last name has always been Bennett, but my biological parents… they weren’t the people I gre