บททั้งหมดของ Married To The Billionaire CEO : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The thing about confidence is that it looks exactly like stupidity. Maybe it's a fancy word for stupidity if you look at it.Anna Brooke was banking on this moment, it could either break or make her career. She straightened the front of her brown blazer she wore on top of a black skirt before making her way towards the elevator leading to the thirtieth floor of Gran Astorias like someone who belonged there. The security guard glanced at her lanyard. It said PRESS, only a level two access which got you into the general conference room, panel discussion room and a very sad buffet stand a few floors below. It didn’t get you to the VIP sessions at the thirtieth floor where she was.“Ma’m–““Sorry, yes I know”, Anne said, already moving because the trick was to keep on moving no stopping “Hendericks sent me David Hendricks, he’s with Innovative Tech? He said to grab the deck from the suit and bring it back down. I’ll be out in a minute.” The guard, young and probably new and overwhelmed

The city never went dark. That was the thing about Las Vegas that people who had never lived here didn’t understand. They came for the aesthetics and go back home sunburned and lighter in the pocket and tell people the Strip was something else at night. And it was. The Strip was a performance, it was Las Vegas putting on its most expensive outing clothes. At 11:50pm on a Tuesday night, the top floor of DuPont Tower was lit in the way it was always lit clockwise with that particular brightness of a workspace that didn’t know the difference between daytime and midnight. There was four people on the floor, Royce, Marcus, a junior analyst named Sasha who was definitely regretting her career choice and Vincent the overnight security guard. Royce DuPont was at his office as usual. It was a very unremarkable environment which came as a surprise to investors and journalists. It was very spacious and boring with a large clean desk placed at in front of the floor to ceiling window which sh

“How was it?” Jade asked immediately she got home.Anne dropped her bag on the floor and sat beside Jade. Steve migrated immediately from the windowsill to Anne’s lap, which he did whenever she seemed like she needed the weight off something.“He wants to fund ANGEL” Anne sighed.“Okay” Jade said carefully. “That’s good news right?”“There’s a condition.”“I knew it! What was it?”Anne looked at her. “He needs a wife. For twelve months. For a public image situation involving his company board and the gala.”“He wants you,” Jade said slowly, “to marry him.”“In exchange for full seed capital, infrastructure and personal mentorship for ANGEL.”The apartment was quiet except from the purring sounds coming from Steve Jade looked at her for a long moment “Steve,”addressing the cat, “your landlord is getting married.”Steve purred.“It’s not a real marriage,” Anne said.“It’s a legal marriage for money, which is technically the original definition of marriage, so.”“Jade.”“I’m not judging

Harlan Dale is what you describe as a cunning fox. Always manipulating a situation to suit his needs.He stood at the head of the large mahogany table with his glass of champagne twirling his drink. His posture mocking and his words theatrical like he was trying to draw his listeners to his orbit. “I have to say and I speak for the whole board.” He drawled “It is genuinely wonderful to see Royce like this. We’ve been waiting a long time.”A laugh scattered round the room. Glasses raised as everyone aimed polite smiles in her direction. Royce looked down at her, she looked back up and saw the moment an idea clicked in his head. Her eyes widened as Royce cupped her face, his hands leaving her waist. Her face looked so small on his hands, her breath was coming in fast and her heart was running a mile. She could feel butterflies fluttering in her stomach her legs getting weak as Royce got closer. His thumbs caressed her cheek as he leaned down and gave Anne a light feathery kiss at the

They hadn’t spoken for days after what happened in the hallway. Royce was always busy in his office and penthouse more than usual which Anne concluded as an avoidance tactic making it hard for both of them to see each other. The only time they saw each other was when they had to go to work or come back home. Whenever she had questions in the office, she was always redirected to Marcus. Not once have they said anything to each other. The silence around the house was as big as an elephant. Maybe all this could stop if Royce would apologize for his threat or she could admit she was actually eavesdropping. Today was their first public dinner as an official couple. She wanted to see who could break that ice. If it’s a silence game he wants, she could play very well.Beau Lavinge’s studio was on the fourth floor of a building off Charleston in the Strip which from the outside looked like a converted warehouse. The inside of Beau’s studio was very much like his character— sparkling like t