Covering Up For The CEO

Brielle’s Pov“What is it?” I found myself asking no one in particular; with my heart racing a mile a minute as everyone in the hall suddenly fixed their gaze on me, their gazes which came with an indistinct murmur. For a second I thought I had done something wrong.Behind me seemed to be another point of attraction. I was not sure whether or not it was safe to look back, but before I could even think, curiosity took the better part of me.I turned almost immediately only to behold the figure of Albert Stone on one of his knees revealing the stunning diamond ring in the small box he was holding.“Brielle Davis, be my wife and make me the happiest man on earth, and anything you’d ever dream of would be made available to you” the proud young man on his knees said.A gasp left my lips as he said those words to me. There’s no way that’s going to happen. Albert Stone, on his knee, asking me, Brielle Davis to marry him? It had to be some kind of a sick joke that he was playing on me. My eye

Brielle’s PovMrs. Rebecca Stone has always looked at me in disgust ever since the night of the engagement. It was so odd when she suddenly invited me to her office. I knew it was in respect to me getting married to his son, Albert. The invitation said 10:00 Am but I made sure I was there earlier.I woke up very early that morning, rushed to the toilet and emptied my bowel before taking a quick shower which didn’t take much of my time. I wore a pair of black pants with a denim jacket to complement it before sitting in front of my mirror to apply a little makeup on my face. I made sure it wasn’t too noticeable because I love looking natural.I headed out of the house to the Stones company without informing Albert who was still in his house office assembling some documents which he left unsettled before the wedding. He stopped me from going to work at least for the moment until everything subsided. Of all the things I wanted to be in life, a home wife was certainly not in the list so I

BRIELLE’S POVI stood at the bottom of the stairs staring, speechless at Albert while battling a hangover. I haven’t been married for three days and I already regret my decision. I cannot even be upset as much as I wanted to, because the contract stated that we can live our normal lives and see other people and after five years we get a divorce and go our separate ways. Quietly I walked down to the dining table and poured myself a steaming cup of coffee. I picked an apple and returned back to my room. Just as I was about entering the bathroom to wash off the stench of alcohol that clung to my skin, the door fell open and Albert came in, with a lost look on his face.“Brie, I want to explain what happened between me and Diana….”“Is none of my business,” I interrupted. “This whole marriage is a sham, to the outside world you are married but between the both of us, you are as free as a bird. So you can impregnate as many women as you want, and I will not say a word.”“It is nothing li

Brielle's POVMy heart sank into my belly and my hand started to shake. I was amazed and at the same time angry.I reached out for my phone which was lying deep in my handbag and dialed Albert's digits at once. His phone rang but he refused to pick his phone.Is he trying to ignore me now? This has to be some kind of sick joke.I dialed his number for the second time while making up my mind on what to do next if he refuses to take his call.I doubt if the call barely rang when I heard his voice coming from the other side of the phone and as I had expected it started off with an apology. I kept quiet to hear it all from him before pouring out my heart.“This wasn't the way I wanted things to be, Brielle, but right now, things are beyond my control and I just have to do what's best for us. All I need you to do is to trust me. That's all I'm asking of you”I let out a soft chuckle at how stupid he must have perceived me to be.“I'm sorry Albert, but you've got the wrong girl on this. Th

Brielle POV Albert left Sandra's house shortly after our heated conversation, his expression dark and conflicted. He didn’t say another word, just grabbed his car keys and stormed out.I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, watching him walk down the driveway through the window. My emotions were a whirlwind—anger, hurt, confusion. Every word he’d spoken replayed in my mind, but none of it made sense.The silence in the house was broken when Sandra appeared in the living room, holding something in her hand. Her face was a mix of curiosity and subtle amusement as she held up a navy blue suit jacket.“Brielle, isn’t this your husband’s?” she asked, her tone almost teasing. “It seems he left in such a rush that he forgot something.”My gaze snapped to the jacket, and my heart skipped. It was unmistakably Albert’s—his initials, A.H., were embroidered subtly on the inside pocket.“Yes, it’s his,” I said stiffly, taking the jacket from her.Sandra raised an eyebrow but didn’t p