Romans & histoires A Bride For The Ceo

“Say the word and it’s transferred. I need someone I trust, someone who won’t actually fall for this guy—” “You think I’m that emotionally constipated?” “Kaelia,” she said, sweetly, “you cried over a lost kitten commercial last week.” Fair point. “But this guy is loaded. Parents want to merge empires or something. If I tank the dinner, they’ll stop trying to marry me off like I’m in some kind of corporate Cinderella.” I looked at the rent notice. Then at the fridge. Then at her. “Thirty grand?” “Yup.” “Outfit, wig, dinner at the fanciest rooftop restaurant in the city?”

I looked between them, searching for some sign of a joke, but their faces were grim. “Married?” I repeated. “To whom?” “Cassius Dario,” my mother interjected with a tone that suggested I should be grateful. “The youngest son of the Dario family.” My heart stopped. Cassius Dario? The reclusive CEO who had disappeared from the public eye after a tragic accident? Everyone in New York whispered about him—the brilliant heir turned bitter recluse, bound to a wheelchair. “No,” I said, standing up abruptly. “I’m not doing it.”

But something didn’t feel right. “What do you want in return?” she asked carefully. Adrian stood. Slow. Controlled. Powerful. Every step he took toward her made it harder to breathe. Then he stopped right in front of her. Close enough to make her pulse race. “Marry me.” Silence. Deafening. Emily blinked. “…What?” “A contract marriage. One year,” he said, as if discussing a business deal. “You will act as my wife in public. In return, your father is saved.”

That felt like a win. The next morning, the air was filled with tension and citrus-scented polish as Xavier handed me a folder marked. Event one: Family Brunch-10:00Am. “You’ll wear the yellow dress in the wardrobe,” he said without looking at me. “It fits the part.” The part. I was always playing a part lately.

Wade mentioned wasn't as simple as he'd claimed! What were they trying to do? Make her humiliate herself on her wedding night, completely offending the Russell family? The heat waves grew increasingly fierce, threatening to devour her rationality. She forced herself through the wedding ceremony—a mockery without a groom present. The guests' glances were filled with sympathy, pity, and undisguised schadenfreude. "So this is the substitute bride? She's pretty, what a shame she'll be married to a vegetable." "I heard Rupert Russell is down to his last breath. The York family must be desperate for money to push their daughter into this hellhole."

A ring phone rang out and it was Xinping's, she took out her phone and excused herself, 'I hope it won't be like last time where she would leave,' Christy thought to herself, Suddenly she saw the people in the restaurant in chaos as the ceo of the company Christy had wanted to work in came in with his also handsome secretary. Christy gaze didnt leave them and she wondered what they were doing in this kind of place, not that they aren't allowed but they liked to show off didn't they so why would they suddenly come without a reason,' Christy slapped herself 'She should be concerned about her brother right now but instead bothering herself with some guy issues.

The bride carefully placed her palm on his and they both turned to the priest. The marriage rite kick off afterward. Davis was staring at his bride from the corner of his eyes, he was glad that he'll be getting married to the most beautiful lady in Braeton city. "Do you, Claire Wilson, takes Davis Del Rio to be your husband?" The priest said in a loud voice. She didn't answer. Her heart was beating so fast. She was sweating profusely. Davis frowned deeply. Why was Claire taking so much time to answer?. Was she having a second thought?

"Did you see that? The groom kissed the bride on her cheek!" "Do you think something is wrong?" "Well, there must be. Otherwise, how could the groom do this?" "I heard that the bride has no real family who could back her position. She was an adopted child but now look at her. She has become the Young Madam. Must be due to her looks." "The groom, he's a little shy." Madam Anderson glanced at the two women who kept murmuring to themselves like noisy bees with indifference. "And, the bride has always been a family to Anderson's."