Chained To The Ceo's Love

y chest grow heavier. My hand was still clasped in Lucia

y hand. He was showcasin

ened with a loud clan

ieter, more exclusive. The soft carpet muffled the sound of fo

we walked by. Some whispered to each other, other

directors. The people who held immense influence ov

as we entered the conference room. "Lucian," he said in a voice ful

to ensure everyone in the room wouldn't miss my

o

ment was so cold, I could almost feel

be trying to conceal their shock. But not every

areholder-narrowed his eyes. "Wife?" he repe

d casually.

tly was this d

was no warmth behind it. "I didn't kn

ith a scrutinizing gaze. I felt tension creep

owly, testing my name on his tongue.

d, then no

derstand what

ge to Lucian, or the world I had just stepped i

gaze and said

flash of interest in his eyes bef

inally. "Let's see h

reat or just a statement. Bu

a world where I had

uldn't b

*

like an invisi

ere still scrutinizing me with sharp gazes. Lucian sat calmly in his chair, listening

sion in the air. Not everyone in the room was happy with my presence. Some of them didn'

ncle and one of the largest shareholders-glanced at me occasionally, as if observing me duri

orts were finished. "This sudden marriage h

nything to be surprised about. I'm o

. "Really? Because what I've heard is that this m

rmission first?" Luc

ry narrowed his eyes. "But

to me, as if I was the factor they

w Mrs. Devereaux, I want to know... What makes you t

acked directly like this,

nd met his gaze directly

brow, clearly surpr

ss world," I continued, "but I've

chuckled softly. "Interesting boldness," he sai

ldness." I gave a small smile, try

r the first time, I saw a fl

g else, but I knew this

hand and led me out of the room. As we

to answer Henry l

tayed silent, he would h

few seconds before finally

sed by his a

't need a wife who's just a decoration. I need s

ust a statement, but for the first time,

*

and though I'd tried to maintain a composed expression, my mind was still filled with questions. The judging gazes of those e

, answering questions with a firm voice that made anyone in the room hesitate to question him. I shou

w a woman standing in front of the elevator

hair and sharp eyes that assessed us with an expressi

ca Dev

n's s

e was a woman who held a reputation almost as st

king to someone she hadn't seen in a long time. "I h

his expression barel

er chest, then shifted her gaze towards

toe, as if judging a cheap item that shouldn't be here. "You've truly lost