Royal Ceo by Seerat Kaur (the best novels to read .TXT) 📕

I felt like I lost a part of my heart by going away from him, my happiness, nothing would be the same ever. I had to decide. I had to be strong to face him. 

     I have to go back. I have to face him, endure him. I can't run away for the entirety of my life. 

      My hands clenched the basket in exasperation. I spun and froze on my feet. My heart began to pound in my chest, declaring I wasn't dreaming. There was no way he could be here. I held my breath. He wasn't real. It was just one of my illusions. The basket fell from my hands, scattering everything around. 

      "Edward," I didn't know. How many times I have woken up shouting his name. I found myself in a strange place, crying over my cheat husband. 

     He's not real. I'm assuming him. 

     His feet halted in front of me. His gaze fell to the ground. A deep frown covered his forehead. 

     'He isn't real. He can't find me. Why would he?' I called in my mind again. 

     "Sienna." He says softly, "It's time to go home, hon, " his gaze turned up to me. I felt his voice like a caress of his fingers on my cheek. 

     I blinked in a daze, still waiting for him to disappear. When he didn't disappear. I stepped aside. I was imagining things. My eyes were dilated in shock. I should go in and he would disappear like always. 

     I felt perplexed when he caught my arm and turned me to face him. My big eyes rested on his handsome face. Heat radiated from his hand, up to my arm, and over my chest. 

     "No, you can't be here," I squealed, with wild eyes. I jumped away from his touch as he had burnt me. The pain in my chest turned. He disrespected our wedding, he mocked my feelings for him, my love for him. 

     His jaw hardened, eyes cold on me. He took a long stride, towering over me. 

     "No," I whispered. 

     "Don't forget. Who you're dealing with." He rarely showed his anger. But I felt anger in his voice and gaze for me. 

     I gasped. He was real. I thought about running away. I twirled. His hand held my arm tightly, "Don't you dare to touch me. You Philanderer!" I snapped, yanking my hand away. 

      His hold was tight on me. He did not allow me to slip away, "Enough," He whisper-shouted at me. 

     I shivered and stopped struggling. He never yelled at me. What was that? Yes! The mother of his child. 

     "Yes, enough. You can't fool me anymore. I heard you when you were comforting your girlfriend," I spat the words. I tasted salty water. I didn't realize I was crying. 

     He hoisted his hand to touch me. I smacked his hand away, "You f***** said you love me. What are you playing at?" I shout-cried at him. 

     He reached up again and stroked my cheek. My lips part in stunned shock. He ran his fingers on my cheeks, "Get in the car. We're going home." He said, running his gaze away from me to the old house. 

     I loved him so much. He cheated on me. I was feeling torn. A tear rolled down, "I'm not going anywhere with you." I said, softly. I couldn't bring myself to be rude to him. When he was showing care. 

     Would that! I could control who I fall in love with? 

      "You're still my wife. Your dad is still depending on me. Marcus and I are running your business, hon." He said, drawing his face closer. 

      I did not think this. I didn't want to hear this. He could blackmail me. He was, though he hadn't used the words. 

     "I'm not going with you, " My stomach turned over as he shrugged his shoulders giving me a careless look. 

      He was going to leave me. My heart dropped. But instead, he took another step closer and my heart jumped in anticipation when he threw me over his shoulder, "Edward, " I shouted his name. 

      "Yes, you're doing the right thing. Shout my name, hon. Let the small town know to whom you belong. " I heard him chuckling. 

      I hit his back with my fisted hand. He laughed louder walking over to his car. 

      "I'm not staying in your home, I'm not f****** going with you. " I said out loud. I wasn't bothered about villagers. They were welcomed to see us fighting. 

      His laugh didn't die, "You are my wife." The ache I was living with right now softened a little. But I couldn't ignore the truth. 

     He softly placed on the passenger seat. He buckled up the seat belt. I found myself staring at him. He caught me looking at him, "You can't brush me off," He pecked on my lips, catching me off guard. 

     I lowered my gaze as I went bright red. He closed the door behind him. I couldn't raise my eyes as he walked around the car. I heard the thud of closing the door. 

    'What are you doing? You're allowing him to fool you again. He doesn't love you. He's having a baby.' 

     I pursed my lips in aggravation, "You can't kiss me." I pretended to glare at him.

      Love has changed me into a useless person. I couldn't even glare at him. 

     "I can kiss you and do whatever I like," He said with a twist at the corners of his lips. 

     "Are you kidnapping me?" I asked him. In disbelief. What the heck was he trying to do? 

     "Nothing is going to work with me. We're going home. It's taking hours. Relax." He flashed a warm smile. 

     I folded my arms and glared out of the windshield. He couldn't just come and take me with him, "How's your girlfriend? You must be dying..." His cold voice cut me off. 

     "Sienna," He said, softly but with a look of warning 

     Why didn't he want to talk about her? F**king third wheel! 

     He clicked his seat belt securely and grasped the steering wheel as he turned the key. I sighed. I wanted to cry, smile, jump in happiness and shout at him. 

    I had to face this one day. That day came unannounced. I could not back off. Everything was riling me up. I wasn't going to talk to him. I wasn't sure I could do this. I wasn't dreaming. He was here, sitting next to me.