Semua Bab The Ruthless CEO'S Chosen Wife : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Michelle sat frozen, the aged contract trembling in her hands as her gaze flickered over the damning words scrawled across the yellowed paper. Her father’s signature stood out starkly at the bottom, cementing his involvement in a scandal that could destroy everything she’d built—everything she’d fought for. If this got out, her life would be ruined. her reputation destroyed. Her pulse roared in her ears as she struggled to comprehend the weight of what she was holding. “This… this can’t be real,” she whispered, shaking her head. “My father… he—” “It’s real Michelle.” Raymond’s voice was steady, but there was something dark beneath it. Something heavy. “It’s been buried for years, but it exists. And if it ever got out, Michelle, you’d—” He stopped himself, exhaling sharply before running a frustrated hand through his hair. Michelle’s stomach twisted painfully. “You knew,” she said hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. “You knew about this and didn’t tell me.” Raymond’s jaw c

The private lounge of the Hawthorne estate was dimly lit, the soft glow of the chandelier reflected off the crystal glass in Eleanor’s hand. She swirled the amber liquid in her glass slowly before taking a small sip, her expression one of satisfaction. Everything was going well according to plan. Michelle had lost, her reputation was on the brink of being destroyed, and to Eleanor, that was worth celebrating.Across from her, Miranda sat on a leather couch, her long legs crossed elegantly, a self-satisfied smirk playing on her glossy lips."To victory," Eleanor murmured, raising her glass.Miranda clinked hers against it. "To Michelle’s downfall."Eleanor’s gaze darkened, her fingers tightening around the glass. “She was getting too close. Digging into things she had no business with. This was necessary.” She needed to know her place.Miranda chuckled, swirling her drink. “And the best part? Raymond fell right into our trap. He had all that so-called evidence against me, and yet, one

The walls were closing in on Miranda, and she had not even realized it yet.From his penthouse, Raymond leaned back against his chair, watching the live feed from Michelle's office from his team's surveillance. The timestamped logs, the digital trails—everything was in place. Felix stood beside him, arms crossed, his expression grim.“She took the bait,” Felix said. “She’s accessing the restricted files right now.”Raymond’s gaze remained fixed on the screen. Miranda sat in her office, unaware that every keystroke, every unauthorized access , every file downloaded was being recorded in real time. She wasn’t just trying to erase evidence of her previous deception—she was attempting something else, something far worse, something that could jeopardize everything they've worked for.“She’s trying to leak company data,” Raymond stated, his voice calm but laced with ice.Felix nodded. “She must be desperate. She’s forwarding documents to an external server.”I’m sure she's planning to frame

The absence of Miranda had left a noticeable void and increased the workload for Michelle in Hawthorne Enterprises, Chloe had been away since she was attacked, she was taking some time off. So Michelle had to do everything herself, but instead of crumbling under pressure, she stepped up. She poured herself into her work, proving that she wasn’t just some helpless and useless woman in Raymond’s life—she was capable, determined, and brilliant in her own way. The board had initially been skeptical after she was reinstated, whispering doubts about her ability to handle her responsibilities well. But when Michelle confidently presented a new design proposal for one of their real estate projects, even the most loud voices were silenced. “Miss Davenport,” Victor Calloway who recently became one of the senior executives through Eleanor adjusted his glasses as he glanced over her presentation. “This is really… impressive.” Michelle offered a polite smile. “I believe this approach will not o

Michelle sat frozen, Alex’s words kept replaying in her mind. "You have no idea what’s coming." What did he mean by that? She kept wondering. Her fingers curled around the phone as a creeping unease settled in her chest. Raymond studied her, his sharp gaze narrowing. “He’s bluffing, don't let him get into your head” Raymond stated firmly, but Michelle wasn’t so sure. “What if he isn’t?” she murmured, glancing at him. “What if he knows something I don’t?” he said "our business", what if he's planning something disastrous? What If Eleanor and Maybe Miranda are involved? Raymond exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “Even if he does, we’ll deal with it when the time comes. But for now, you need to stop worrying about it and focus on more important things. We can’t let him get into your head.” Michelle nodded, though the pit in her stomach refused to go away. Across the city, Eleanor Hawthorne sat in her dimly lit study, her fingers tapping furiously against her desk. The tens