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her's study. It was a room designed to impress, with bookshelves, towering windows, and a
My back was rigid, my hands gripping the armrests as though they were the only thing keeping me grounded. Ac
n?" His voice was calm but carried
y father never summoned me here unless it w
r his chin. "You're twenty-four now, and it's
e implication clear. My worth, my value, was
arefully, my voice tight. "Wha
d a gentle hand on mine. Her touch was soft, yet there was a slig
your father and I have been working tirelessly to secure the future o
st tightening. The company. I
es darted between them.
xpression darkening. "We've arrange
agile sense of stability I'd walked in with. My ears
've
ington," he repeated, as if saying i
cut through the thick tension. "This is
est and most influential in the country. This marriage will secure a partner
serious. You're talking about my life, my future,
out you, Evelyn. This is about our family, our legacy. Do you think I enjoy m
or some sign of support. But her eyes were
d. "Say something. Tel
w a flicker of something regret? Guilt? B
hat's best for everyone. Liam is a good m
"A wonderful life? With
jected. "You've met him before, at the
tering gowns, and insincere smiles. But then, an image came to mind a tall, brooding man wi
to me and spent the entire evening looking
man, and he understands the importance of this
ed. "You want me to marry a man w
said, his voice low and dangerous. "
, and I gripped the back
ed, my voice barely audible. "
ding as well. "It's about responsibility. You'
h anger. "What about my dreams? My c
ter if we lose everyth
oed in my mind, sharp and jarrin
"We're not in a position to explain all the details right now, bu
pport me. But in this moment, they felt like strangers cold, calcula
ming the door behind me. My breath came in ragged gasps as I lean
rough the heavy door, m
reak our family," my
ch to the gut. Was this marr
to marry a man I didn't love a man I barely knew. My pulse thun
t a proposal. I
r I could go through with it.
sanctuary. But even here, the walls felt like they wer
ow could they expect me to give
s. Tears pricked my eyes, but I blinked
uld find a wa
en they were in more trouble than they were letting on
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