A Bride For The Ceo Novels & Stories

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."

"Christy..?" "I need..." 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.

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."

I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.

He asked. "She is my bride." Makris burst out with a smirk. Jorginho burst out laughing. "She doesn't even want to see your face talk less of her being your bride, bro; your father has already arranged a bride for the likes of you," "She is the bride; she is my straitlaced bride. Now, I believe in fate." "What?" Jorginho smiles dies down. "Yes, She is Lorena Cicero, she is the woman my father asked me to get married to, and the most incredible thing is that she will be living with me from tomorrow. "

Looking down jane took a quick glance at his height and just like her he had a pair of beautiful straight long legs, just his was rather manly and firm in those nicely polished dark leather shoes. He was wearing sunglasses, she walked closer to him and just as she suspected, he was the CEO of Brights Entertainment Damon Miles. She had met him once but wasn’t sure if he still remembered her. “Was he also getting married today?” she asked particularly no one. Her thoughts are distracted by the arrival of his secretary. “President, miss Grey has not arrived” the assistant behind him reported. Damon miles shook his head in disappointment, “If she can’t make it on time for the marriage, I doubt

The wedding came faster than anyone had expected. Every single bomb seemed to drop too quickly, leaving people no time to recover from the last. The first shock—that Mr. Alex had a fiancée—was the cake batter. Now, finding out that his wedding happened way too fast was another shock that baked the cake. And just when the world was still talking, the icing was placed: the bride they were all dying to know turned out to be his little secretary. People couldn't stop talking, of course. Their imaginations ran wild, thinking about all the indecent things that might have happened in the office.

She said to me before sinking into her swivel chair. "Why will he do such?" "The CEO has a wedding by tomorrow and in such a case..." My heart skipped for a moment. "Please Fiona, I didn't understand you?" I said sitting upright. "What part do you not understand?" She took out a letter from an envelope and began to read. "The wedding, you mentioned something about the CEO having a wedding tomorrow." "Of course aren't you aware? He has a wedding tomorrow and..." I interrupted her again. "Who's this CEO?" My hands clasped the table stand so I don't slip and crash in the floor.

Third‑Person Point of View Caleb had spent the previous day combing every department, photograph of the CEO’s wife in hand, yet still had not located her. He stared at the picture now, bewildered. Women of every pedigree chased Asher Windermere, but the bride he had chosen was a shy-looking “nerd.” Caleb scratched his head; the marriage had happened so suddenly he, the chief aide, had learned of it only afterward. A sleek car pulled to the curb. Asher stepped out and Caleb hurried over with the other executives.