A Bride For The Ceo Mga Nobela at Kwento

Helen said softly, bowing her head before hurrying out of the room. Meanwhile, across town, Bridget’s dressing room was in chaos. Her wedding gown, once a symbol of perfection, was now torn and crumpled in a heap on the floor. Her makeup was smeared, her eyes wild with fury. Her closest friend and bridesmaid, Lillian, sat silently on the couch, unsure what to say or do. “He left me,” Bridget said, pacing the room like a trapped animal. “In front of everyone! Can you imagine what they’re saying right now?” she said, throwing a bouquet of wilted roses across the room. The flowers hit the mirror, scattering petals on the marble floor.

What the European elite witnessed was the canonization of a passion that had survived fire and betrayal to become the new law of the Moretti empire. Sofia Duarte Moretti gazed at her reflection in the gold-framed mirror of the bridal suite. The dress, a haute couture masterpiece in Calais lace and pure silk, embraced her body like a second skin, its train extending across the floor like a promise of eternity. Unlike the first “yes,” spoken in a cold office under the coercion of debts, this moment belonged entirely to her. She was no longer the contract bride; she was the partner, the lover, and the equal of the man waiting for her at the flower-decked altar by the lake.

“Anyway, how have you been? What have you been doing? I just wanted to catch up.” I finished the paragraph I was typing and sent it to HR before taking out my packed lunch. Mmmm, these crabs smelled perfect. Fiona deserved a raise. “Nothing really. I just got a job, and am dating the CEO of this place. That’s pretty much all that is going on with my life right now.” “I heard what Bridget did with the video of the both of you,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee. “It was surprising to see her today actually. She wasn’t looking like her old self at all. She didn’t even recognize me.”

Her mother shook her head and replied, "They are not poor or rich. My youngest brother is an entrepreneur, and my sister-in-law is a university lecturer. Page is working as a secretary in her father's company. My sister-in-law was unhappy because I didn't tell them that we were rich and that we lived in a mansion. I am glad that she asked me to pay back the money. I will remove the Kemp family from my heart." The following day, Keith and Bridgette registered their marriage at Home Affairs. John and Caroline gave them a matrimonial mansion as their wedding gift.

"The young bride, the beautiful and talented Sian Saunders nee Claiborne herself, hails from another prominent business family of notable mention, the Claibornes of Claiborne Inc." "With these two coming together in wedded bliss, I for one am more than excited to see what this new generation has in store for us. Stay tuned later for an exclusive interview with the bride and groom..." I turned off the TV and flung the remote across the bedroom, slamming it into the wall. My pulse raced and my breathing escalated as fury swept through the blood in my veins.

"This feeling is not good at all." But who asked for so many things to happen recently in her family? She didn't want it either. Now that everything is over, she must prepare correctly and become the most beautiful bride. The most beautiful bride of his! Fiona Forger goes to the secretary's office and invites a series of unmarried female secretaries to be her bridesmaids. The boss's wife has spoken, and with the offer of a free trip and a large red envelope, they have no reason to refuse. Moreover, she's usually so friendly that everyone enjoys being around her.

To my amazement, there was a story announcing John and Willa’s engagement. The driver spoke up. “Wow, can you believe that? That billionaire guy is finally going to marry that actress. I guess good things do happen to those who wait, am I right?” I gave him the best smile I could manage, under the circumstances. “I suppose so,” I agreed. He moved on to other topics of small talk, for which I was secretly grateful. It was a welcome distraction, and I was able to temporarily ignore everything that had happened in the last few hours, from Amelia’s illness and her mother’s solution for it, to John’s accusations and infidelity.

“The merger with her father’s company closes at midnight. After that, she’s nothing.” My lungs seized. The merger. Of course. That’s why he proposed. That’s why he pretended to love me, why he put that ten carat ring on my finger and promised forever. My father, the CEO of Whitestone Enterprises, had made it clear in the press: marriage to Adrian Cole would unite two corporate empires. It was business to him, I didn't know it was to Adrian too until now. They had used me like a pawn on a chessboard. And I had handed them the key to everything, convinced it was love.

the secretary said politely. I sighed silently. 'So, it's finally time to perform my duty as a wife at a social event,' I thought to myself. "Yes, I will prepare myself," I replied. When Friday arrived, I chose an elegant cream-colored evening gown that the housekeeper had prepared for me. I applied light makeup and left my long hair flowing. Just looking at myself in the mirror, I felt like I was no longer the same Linin. The role of being the wife of an influential CEO forced me to change.

“ Auntie, he didn't force me, I got married to him of my own will. Do you think anyone could force me into doing anything? ” “ That kind of true. But have thought about several reasons you would get married secretly, and none of it makes sense. Are you pregnant? ”. “ What!! Auntie? ”. “ Then explain it to me ”. “ Because he is the CEO of Colton fashion, the one who bought our company ”. Summer was striding over to the kitchen when Audrey's word flew into her ear, she quickly ducked behind the wall to listen attentively. “ He is the CEO of a large, multi-billion firm? Even though you wanted the marriage, how did you get him to agree? ”.