
Married with the Broken Hearted CEO
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Introduction
"You're crazy, Adira. Get lost!"
Two CEOs got into an arranged marriage for convenience. One is a strong-willed woman who doesn’t believe in love. The other is a cold-hearted man who was rejected by his unrequited love.
Adira Hale and Chadwick McElroy appear to be perfect in front of many. They are rich, influential, leaders, and good-looking. People said that they are the best couple, a match made by heaven. But the truth is far from the imaginary perfect romance that one could think of.
Adira only married Chadwick in order to get pregnant. All she desires is his body and not his affection. Meanwhile, Chadwick despises the idea of sharing the bed with his wife just because he’s still in love with another woman.
Is there a chance for love to bloom between temptation and betrayal?
Chapter 1
It’s been three days since Adira married Chadwick McElroy. After spending three nights in Japan for their honeymoon, Adira returned home to her new house as Mrs. McElroy.
“Ahhhh. My body feels so tired,” she moaned, sitting on the edge of the bed. And when she lay down, her long and curly red hair scattered.
Wearing her sexy undergarments underneath the red robe, Adira’s olive eyes glued to the ceiling. There is nothing much to see there. She’s just trying to ease the fatigue of long hours traveling back to the country.
“I still couldn’t believe that I am a married woman now,” she murmured, blinking her eyes, and her long lashes fluttered like butterfly wings.
It’s not been that long since Adira agreed to marry the CEO of the Wine&Vibe company. And now, she’s inside the room and thinking about how fun life can be. She can still remember drinking alone in her condo unit while singing a pop song entitled: “I Don’t Need a Man.” But here she is, trying to familiarize herself with her new name by practicing.
“Adira McElroy. Adira McElroy. Mc…Elroy.”
A deafening silence swept the space.
Promptly, Adira burst into a thunderous laugh.
“What’s the point of marrying that man? I didn’t even see his face during our honeymoon.”
It is in the plan that Chadwick and Adira will spend their honeymoon in Japan after the wedding. However, only Adira arrived there. She only heard a bit too late that Chadwick’s meetings follow her on their honeymoon because he has a necessary appointment at work.
A guy who will prioritize his work over a once-in-a-lifetime honeymoon?
Adira isn’t dumb to notice that Chadwick is avoiding her on purpose. Because if not, they do not need to sleep in a separate room.
Irritated, Adira sat up on her bed. Her initial reason why she agreed to this marriage was to become pregnant. She planned to have an s*x with her husband on their first night together. But Chadwick stood her up and prepared a separate room in their new house without consulting Adira.
“What’s wrong with my dear husband? Is he even a man?” Adira breathed.
When she tilted her head, she saw her reflection in the mirror on the make-up table.
Her red hair scattered down smoothly, and it suited her tiny face. She has been graced with a look that could be that royalty. Her emerald eyes are sharp, but inside has the reflection on the waters of a pond. Her tight, rose-colored lips are pursed in what appears to be a mid-kiss. And her body? They won’t call it a ‘Coca-cola’ body without any reason. Anyone who sees her sitting on the bed with a robe, red hair, revealed cleavage, and legs as white as ivory would find her damn attractive.
“I am so pretty,” Adira told herself. She tilted her head and added, “And I am sexy too.”
She only said facts. But still, she’s confused. How did Chadwick decline to take the chance of taking her virginity during their honeymoon?
Adira took a deep breath as she brushed her red hair upwards, making her look coquettish, and then she recalled what happened during their wedding day:
Wearing a dress, Adira looked at the groom waiting for her at the end of the march. It is her soon-to-be husband, Chadwick.
Chadwick did not bother staring back at his gorgeous bride. He just stared at the air in space as if he was so bored he might dig a hole in the ground soon. Anyway, Adira does not care about her groom’s apathetic expression. All she wanted was to finish this wedding as quickly as possible, so she picked up her pace.
When Adira stood beside Chadwick, there was a moment of breathless silence. Chadwick offered his arm without even looking at Adira’s face. She clung her hand around his arms. Then, both turned their backs to the guest and faced the judge.
The judge looked at the two couples in a grimace as if they were in the middle of mourning instead of their wedding. Something was off. The judge can quickly tell.
Disregarding the odd situation, the judge forged a cough. He wiped the sweat on his bald head and fixed his eyeglasses before starting the ceremony.
As the judge talked, Adira looked at her husband’s side profile.
‘At least he’s handsome,’ she thought before she noticed that he was gawking intensely in a specific direction.
Narrowing her eyes, Adira tended to the direction Chadwick was looking at. From afar, she saw a woman smiling sweetly at Chadwick while waving her hand.
After remembering the woman, she saw during their wedding, Adira confirmed why Chadwick keeps away from her.
“It is because of that woman,” she whispered.
Before their wedding, Adira investigated her groom-to-be. She heard that Chadwick did not date anyone, but he had a friend he had feelings for.
“I don’t care if he likes someone else,” Adira said. “However, do we have to sleep in different rooms?”
If Chadwick continues avoiding her, Adira thinks she needs to use another way to achieve her goal. And that is to seduce her husband.
Grinning widely, Adira moved up from her bed. She jolted out of her bedroom and stood next to her husband’s room; there was the East side of the house.
Adira believes that being straightforward is the best way to solve the problem.
‘So, I will directly ask him to sleep with me,’ Adira thought. She’s confident of her beauty and her s*x appeal.
With her head held high, she touched the doorknob. She was about to open the door but stopped when she heard her husband’s voice inside the room.
[“Nothing happened between Adira and I. Don’t conclude weird things, Isa.”]
Adira flinched when she heard the name ‘Isa.’
‘Isa Daley,’ Adira murmured inwardly.
There’s no way she won’t recognize the woman whom she saw at their wedding. The woman whom his husband loves more than anyone else is Isa.
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