All Chapters of The ceo's Revenge Bride : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A Drunken Confusion"You’re really testing my patience! You’re leaving this house next week!"The old woman’s voice cut through the tiny apartment like a knife, her wrinkled face twisted in frustration.Claire swallowed hard, pressing her hands together to keep them from shaking. "Please, ma, I promise I’ll pay.""That’s what you always say!" The woman huffed and stomped away, muttering under her breath.Claire let out a slow breath. The room was small, dull, and barely livable, but it was the cheapest place she could find in London. And now, even that was slipping away.She sat on her tiny bed, staring at the pile of clothes she had been trying to sell online. With a deep breath, she reached for her ring light, turned it on, and hit record."Hey guys, today I’ve got some beautiful pieces for you…"Her own voice sounded hollow. Fake.No one was buying.Then her phone rang.The screen flashed: Unknown Number.Her stomach twisted, but she answered."If you don’t pay in two months, prepa

Pressure from HomeClaire sat on her bed, gripping her phone tightly as her mother’s voice filled her ear.“So, how’s the business going, sweetheart?”Her stomach twisted. She forced a smile, even though her mother couldn’t see her. “Oh, you know… busy as always.”“That’s wonderful! You’re finally making good sales?”Claire hesitated. “Y-yeah. Slowly but surely.”Her mother hummed in approval. “That’s good to hear. Your father will be so proud when he gets back.”Claire’s grip on the phone tightened. “Dad’s coming back?”“Yes, in three months. He’s expecting to see how far you’ve come. You know how he is, he'll want details. Real progress.”Claire’s mouth went dry.If her father found out she was drowning in debt, barely surviving, he would drag her back home and force her into the family business.“Claire? Are you still there?”She forced a laugh. “Yeah, yeah. That’s great. I’ll… I’ll be ready.”“Good. I know you’ll make us proud. Love you, sweetheart.”The call ended.And Claire sat

A Dinner Gone WrongRichard Donovan had buried his secrets for years.And now, with Claire’s engagement plastered across every news outlet, those secrets were crawling back to the surface.Victoria stared at him, pulse quickening. “Richard, what’s going on?”He exhaled sharply, tossing his phone onto the coffee table.On the screen, a news article still glowed.‘Billionaire Gordon Hayes Announces Surprise Engagement to Claire Donovan.’Richard’s jaw tightened. “Gordon Hayes… I should have finished him off when I had the chance.”Victoria’s breath hitched. “What?”His expression darkened. “That boy wasn’t just any employee, Victoria. He was ambitious. Too ambitious. I saw it early on and knew he would be a problem.”“You fired him,” Victoria said, her voice unsteady.Richard let out a bitter chuckle. “I did more than that.” His jaw clenched. “I made sure he never got another opportunity in this country.”A chill ran through Victoria. “You blacklisted him?”Richard scoffed. “It was nece

Contract Ryan leaned back on the plush sofa in Gordon’s office, a mischievous smirk on his face. “Horses. We need horses.”Naomi, sitting across from him, folded her arms. “For what exactly?”“For the wedding, obviously.” Ryan looked at her like she had no imagination. “Picture this Claire arrives on a white horse, looking elegant and royal. Gordon waits for her at the altar, all stoic and brooding. The media will eat it up.”Naomi rolled her eyes. “Oh please, this isn’t a fairytale. It’s a contract marriage, remember?”Ryan’s smirk widened. “Exactly! And since it’s fake, we might as well make it over the top. Fireworks, doves flying in the background”Naomi grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. “You’re ridiculous.”Gordon, who had been half-listening while working on his laptop, finally looked up. “Horses… not a bad idea.”Naomi’s jaw dropped. “You can’t be serious.”Gordon nodded. “Let’s make it a memorable wedding.”Ryan clapped his hands together. “That’s what I’m talking about!”

The Wedding NightThe reception hall was a dream, decorated with extravagant floral arrangements, golden chandeliers, and the soft hum of a live orchestra playing in the background.To everyone watching, it was the perfect fairytale wedding.To Claire, it was one big scam.She sat beside Gordon at the grand table, plastering on a sweet, loving smile every time someone approached to congratulate them. Gordon, the master of deception, played his part flawlessly, brushing a hand over hers, whispering things into her ear that made the guests swoon.If only they knew he was threatening her to smile more.“Keep grinning, darling,” Gordon murmured, his lips barely moving. “Unless you want the media to think you regret marrying me.”Claire pinched his hand under the table.Gordon simply smirked and raised his champagne glass.The first dance arrived sooner than Claire hoped.The music slowed, and a soft, romantic melody filled the hall. The guests clapped as Gordon led her to the dance floor,