A Bride For The Ceo Novels & Stories

SEQUEL BOOK TITLE: MR. CEO'S NAUGHTY BRIDE. BLURB : Aria Hayes works as an event planner for top clients in the city, her life is about to change when one of her clients offers her a deal to get pregnant for her son in exchange for a monthly allowance of one million. ARIA "Hi, you must be Miss Aria Hayes," the elderly woman smiles at me joining me at my table in the restaurant with a man behind her who I assume is her bodyguard from his outfit. She extends her hand for a handshake.

Next to Mandy was her husband, then their two children, accompanied by their respective partners. Shortly thereafter, a new pair of brides appeared there, so that everyone's attention was directed to them. The woman who served as CEO of Verz Incorporation felt a little nervous, but she acted calmly so that no one dared to insinuate or vilify herself. Meanwhile, the girl's parents can only observe the behavior of their daughter. In their eyes, Abby and Massimo looked harmonious and calm.

He had black shinny shoes on, and his lips were pressed firmly against each other as he made his way to the front of everyone. Some women cried at the thought of losing their darling to another woman, some laughed heartily as they wished their sweetheart a happily married life. As soon as Joel had stood on Becky's left hand side, it was announced that the bride to be would now walk in into the gathering. That was a moment everyone was waiting for—to see the woman the CEO of Empire World Corporation had chosen to be his bride. Everywhere grew silent as Emily walked out of the lounge and made her way into the gathering.

At eight o’clock, Daniel Murphy drove them to Xavier’s company building, which stood proudly at the center of Florence, exuding an aura that matched its owner’s reputation as a top businessman. As Aria was about to get out of the car, Xavier abruptly tossed a document her way. “There’s a cocktail party tonight, attend it on my behalf. If you can get Victor Laurent to sign the contract, you’ll receive a 70,000 dollar commission,” he instructed. Aria was stunned by the offer. She stared at the contract in her hand in shock, as if it were a ticking time bomb. She knew this was a really tough job. Victor Laurent, the CEO of Florence RT Foreign Enterprise, was bisexual and infamous for his abusiv

“Yes, I’m going to explain this to you as fast as I can, we have no time to waste.” Melissa swallowed and braced herself for what she was about to say. “The bride has gone missing, and this marriage has to go on. I will let something as small as this ruin the marriage, and you-“ she squinted her eyes and examined Melissa’s face again. “You have the exact same facial features as the bride, it’s terrifyingly similar and that works perfectly for me.” She said with a smirk. Melissa looked down to the floor as she took her time digesting everything Diana had just said.

"Hey, Claire, why have you been off work for so long? Are you okay?" "Oh yeah, I got into a little accident, but I’m doing better now." "That’s good to hear. Did you hear? The CEO is actually married, and no one knew about it." "The CEO is married?!" Her heart almost jumped out of her chest at the thought that she had been discovered. "Yes. I told you he’d never look at women like us. Turns out he’s married to Charlotte Briggs. Not like anyone didn’t know those two would end up together anyway."

“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.