Novel & Cerita A Bride For The Ceo

he asked next. My brows pulled together. “Saw what?” He lifted the remote from his desk and turned the large TV screen behind him toward me. The moment the headline appeared, I felt the floor shift. LUCIA BENNETT: THE CROOKED BRIDE OF THE GRAHAM EMPIRE? Her mugshot. Her name. Her story. Spun like some twisted PR scandal. I blinked. “What the hell is this?” “You tell me,” he said, finally looking at me. “That woman you married has the entire family name on the chopping block. You thought that wouldn’t come to light?”

“Marked as taken now, so I guess it’s official.” The Justice of the Peace chuckled. “It is once you kiss your bride.” I lowered my head, our gazes locking. I brushed my mouth over hers, wrapping my hand around her neck, drawing her tight to me and kissing her deeply. It was my right, after all—she was my wife. When I drew back, she opened her eyes, and I was startled at the honest gentleness of her gaze. Her smile was a genuine one and I returned it fully, dropping another swift kiss on her full lips.

Anderson was even more irritated and said, “You know what Sophia, you should have stayed for your honeymoon.” “Sorry. You can’t get rid of me easily and where is the bride-to-be? I already sent the designers and hair stylists away. I will take care of everything,” Sophia said with determination. As the CEO of Crown fashions, what would be her use if she allowed someone else to take care of her brother’s bride? Anderson admitted that no one could do a better job than Sophia. Suddenly, his anger dissipated and he smiled, “I don’t know why but I’m glad to have you back.”

Rose tried explaining but swallowed the rest of her words when Jennie glared at her. She still had not forgotten how Hera made her leave her house. She knew that her son refused to break up with that woman despite the pressure on him. He was adamant and she knew that the only way to break them apart was to go for Hera however the latter was as solid as a mountain rather than taking the bribe. Just the thought alone was annoying to her. How was she going to explain to her friends that someone from an unworthy background was going to be her daughter-in-law when Delilah and many other girls were there to take up that position?

" Mrs Walker gestured for Belle to sit opposite her. Dianna Walker carefully observed the girl before her eyes. "So, you are the substitute bride." Dianna did not remove her gaze from Belle, who was looking straight into her eyes with a cold face just like her son, Alaric. "You can call me to substitute bride, but the fact is that we were fated." Belle maintained her stoic face. "I heard that you marry my son with your own will, without anyone forcing you?" Dianna raised her eyebrow. "Well, yes. I agreed with my own will and happiness." Belle was straight in answering Dianna.

I admit, he's an eye candy, and looks like one of those hot superheroes, with his thick black hair, chiseled jawline and eyes like that of a thunderstorm, he's a sight for sore eyes, but thirty, why would he agree to a freaking arranged marriage. " It says here...he's been CEO of the company since twenty six, and.....oh....he has a girlfriend" If he has a girlfriend, that means he wouldn't agree to this right... "He has a girlfriend?" Was that me sounding disappointed, no, I can't be attracted to him just because he's handsome in photos, what if he looks like a pig, or worse he has the personality of a pig, ha, I'm not interested in him. " Yes, Suzanne Pierce"

She said with that stern tone she always used to get her way. Hours later, I heard the commotion downstairs; her arrival. I reluctantly left my room dragging my feet as I walked down the down staircase. Then I saw her. My jaw clenched as recognition hit me like a freight train. It was her—the girl from last night. The one I’d shared an impulsive, reckless night with at the club. She stood there, looking as stunned as I felt, her eyes darting nervously towards mine. “Callum.” My father said, snapping me out of my thoughts. “This is your bride; her name is Marlowe.”

"That isn't handling. That’s creating a structural deficit." Bridget stepped closer, the scent of expensive perfume cutting through the smell of old wood. "Why are you suddenly acting like you own this wedding?" "Because someone has to make sure it actually happens." "I'm the bride." "Then act like it," Sloane said. "Come to the dinner tonight. Sit next to him. Answer the financial questions he’s going to ask about the merger allocation." Bridget gave a short, dry laugh, turning toward the mirror. "I have another commitment."

There is a rumour currently going around in the company that the CEO is coming to our branch to supervise it since the company is lagging behind, so I need to put up my best behaviour to avoid being sacked. "That is good, escort me to the market, its been ages we did that and it's weekend you don't have any work to do." She requested making me smile, I have always been better at beating down the price than her so I nodded and it made her happy. "Let me go dress up. She said and left. I took the time to admire the enlarge picture of her wedding, I was her chief bridesmaid, I thought mine will be soon too. "All set, let's go." she said as she came out looking beautiful.

I didn't like the CEO, but I was desperately in need of his money. "Brooks CEO's bride-to-be to be unveiled soon." Staring at the card I got earlier, I took a heavy sigh, placed it in my bag, and made my way out of the building.