Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Summary of the Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Rumors plastered all over her were sickeningly sweet – Xaviera Evans was supposedly this delicate flower, broke from medical bills and dragging down a rich family with ten servants clinging onto her skirts. Talk about waiting for the axe.

But look at those clothes! Worn out? Please. She rolled her eyes behind closed doors (if she even had any). "A *rich* family's daughter?" She muttered under her breath, scoffing. "In rags? That's just pathetic. Like some boring fairytale."

Enough was enough with everyone else playing their parts – the pitied sister, the scorned ex. Remember that scene with Caleb Mamet?

Her so-called sibling had even tried to play nice earlier, offering up platitudes about working hard maybe one day… stuff Xaviera saw right through.

Then there were whispers targeting Caleb himself. The youngest scion of a powerhouse family, they said he married a woman just for looks – someone easily discarded once her novelty wore off. Was that the case?

Xaviera didn't buy it for a second. She always thought things were more complicated than society liked to believe.

Suddenly... someone hacked into Caleb's system? Pulled off one of those elite firewall busts without breaking a sweat, apparently leaving his crew completely stunned by her casual skills.

And there he was, this intense CEO type with that possessive vibe going strong. He cornered her, voice dropping low and dangerous sounding, "Xaviera," the way he said it made her want to run for cover or maybe just tease him some more... "What else are you hiding?"

She blinked big and innocent like raindrops on glass – a truly masterful act in her opinion. "Oh no!" she chirped with practiced ease, "I feel faint! Just so weak..." A little dramatic flair never hurt anyone, least of all reputation management.