All Chapters of She's Trouble: His Bride with a Dollar Sign: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“It is official,” Anna announced amongst their group. “You are now Mrs. Charlene Saunders, wife of the formerly-notorious bachelor, Mr. Isaac Saunders.” Anna held out her phone so Charlie and the rest of the group could see the pictures of Charlie and Isaac that were circulating on every news website. “Shut up, Anna!” She tried to stop her friend from teasing her and showing more photos of her and her husband, depicted as the newly happily married couple. She remembered reporters taking photos as they entered the ballroom. No wonder they were already appearing on the latest news cycle. However, if it had been up to her, she would have preferred to fly under the radar and finish this contract without the whole world learning about her marriage to the famous Saunders’ heir. She vividly recalled the time when people learned about her breakup with Collin, the heir to the Harper Group. It triggered a barrage of negative comments that made her want to crawl under a rock and hide f

From the moment Charlie stepped into the ballroom, her heart was anchored by a desire to fit in. However, the night had swept past in a dizzying haze, a wild mix of excitement, overwhelming emotions, and a tinge of boredom, all tangled together in a way that barely made sense. Perhaps it was the endless stream of names slipping in one ear and escaping out the other. Maybe it was the ceaseless flow of champagne that danced down her throat, pooling in her stomach and leaving her head spinning in a daze. It could also be the electrifying enthusiasm that enveloped the room when her husband was announced as the new CEO. Maybe it was her introduction as the Saunders heir’s wife that had left her breathless, heart pounding as she stood beside him in an earth-shattering experience. Whatever the cause, Charlie felt her world whirling out of control. Her grip loosened as chaos crept in. Maybe this was how Cinderella felt as she stepped into a grand ballroom glittering with royalties and arist

A gorgeous lady in a shimmering sunset mustard gown graced the stage with her radiating presence, serenading the guests with her ethereal melodic voice. Behind her, the band played their instruments, hitting the notes with clean precision while maintaining a rhythm in a steady beat. On the other side of the floor, the bar had flooded the room with free drinks while the caterers provided delicious hors d'oeuvres, bite-sized treats that were both mouthwatering and satisfying, to satiate everyone’s appetite. Most of all, the presence of the important guests made this prestigious event an overwhelming success. “I hope I can count on your support.” Isaac firmly shook the hand of one of his father’s investors, expecting the older man would continue to trust him with his money. After all, they were not talking about pocket change. These were million-dollar investments entrusted to his hands. So far, Isaac had already secured the Board and the majority shareholders’ trust. Still, he had to

No matter how extravagant the party was, it always ended the same way as any other party. Guests left with their companions, with someone new, or alone, each carrying a different sense of satisfaction, disappointment, or indifference. Some confidently walked straight out the door, others barely kept their feet steady, stumbling here and there, their steps betraying their drunkenness. On the other hand, the host had to deal with the aftermath. It was as if a storm had just rampaged through what was once a perfectly decorated ballroom. Ultimately, the celebration had either achieved its purpose or failed miserably. But first, where was her husband? “Have you seen Isaac?” Charlie approached her husband’s best friend, who was still busily dealing with a few remaining guests. Her gaze scanned the room, searching through the thinning crowd, but it was to no avail. Instead, her sight landed on a pair of astute eyes that had seen their fair share of victories and disappointments. “Yeah,

Kring! Kring! Kring! “Ahhh!” She growled out of frustration. The jarring clang of the alarm pierced her ears, wrenching her from deep slumber. The sensation of cool sheets that clung to her skin. A stark contrast to the warm, bright light spilling into her room through the enormous windows. It must already be late morning. Still, she ignored it and wished to return to her enchanting dream. The relentless ringing hammered at her eardrums. Each shrill note threatened to split her head, to make her bleed. Defeated, she surrendered any hope of sleep. Peace would only return if she silenced that merciless clamor. Never bothering to open her eyes, her right hand crawled on top of the pillow. It reached the side table where she remembered leaving her phone. Once in her hand, she answered it without looking. She slumped her head back into the pillow, leaving the phone on speaker. “Charlie, are you there? I need to talk to you.” Her friend’s excited voice echoed in the room, but she could n