A Whirlwind Marriage With The Beautiful Ceo Novels & Stories

Each one angled to look more intimate than it was, captions suggesting secret meetings and corporate espionage. "Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck." I scrolled through more articles, each one worse than the last. Anonymous sources claiming I was feeding company secrets to James. Speculation about my marriage being a cover for corporate sabotage. I scrolled down to the comment section. Big mistake. Gold digger caught red handed Poor Alexander Carter. Married a snake She's obviously using him for insider information Sleeping her way to the top like a common whore This is what happens when CEOs marry employees. Nothing but a power grab

One of them worked up the nerve to say, "You play beautifully, by the way." "Thank you," Wendy said, polite, and slipped past without lingering further, heading straight for her meeting point with Sophie. Sophie had changed into a goose-yellow gown, makeup done bright and vivid, practically glowing with excitement. She spotted Wendy and waved frantically. "Sister-in-law! Over here!" Wendy hurried over and murmured, "Don't call me that out here, okay?" Her face had made the trending topics before, technically, but the photos had all been blurred paparazzi weren't eager to provoke the Vance family directly. So while the whole city knew Julian Vance had married Nathan Hale's ex-wife in a lightn

the news reporter announced loudly into the camera. "Breaking news apps just confirmed that Sarah Weston, ex-wife of billionaire CEO Dillian Vance, was rushed to the ER after collapsing on the city streets!" The screen shifted to a blurry, high-definition video recorded by a bystander five minutes ago. Dillian Vance was standing outside the hospital emergency room doors in the pouring rain, soaking wet, his dark hair wild, screaming violently at his private security team while kicking a metal trash can across the sidewalk. "Where is she?!" Dillian's raw, terrifying roar echoed through the TV speakers.

[ SYDNEY ] The whole ride, I keep my face turned toward the window, watching Charleston’s narrow pastel-colored homes and shops blur past. I’m not lost in nostalgia. Actually, far from it. In truth, my mind is spinning, rehearsing exactly how I would tell Raven I want out of this insane marriage deal. Would the drunk excuse even work on him? He’s a sharp, successful tech CEO. A lame story about too much alcohol and emotions probably wouldn’t fool him for a second.

"I like your debating nature, so debate with me all the time. I have a lot of topics that can be debated between us. Besides, I won't lie when I say that you really make my masculine soul roar." Vlora looked at her watch and realized that they had been in the restaurant for over an hour. That was surely a signal for Andreas to finish his preamble soon. "I'll say it again. You are beautiful and perfect. You are the embodiment of my dream woman." The preamble had concluded. Vlora let out a long sigh. “I believe that if we get married, this marriage will be unparalleled in the world. There won't be any romantic proposals, instead, it will be a process of lobbying,” Vlora said.

Even after the raise, my base salary was only a hundred dollars more than a newcomer's, yet I did ten times the work. She was always feeding me empty promises, telling me not to worry. She said that once we got married, I'd have half the company, all the money, and anything else I could ever want. But I waited five years. I waited until the wedding invitations in the drawer had yellowed. Until the keepsakes had gathered dust. And still, I never saw our wedding. Instead, all I got was her favoritism toward Jude, her betrayal, their marriage certificate, and even their wedding photos.

His mother replied. "Not even the ultimate Alpha," Leowulf commented "Not even your father." Leowulf knew why only the priests were allowed to have two wives. It's something he gets jealous of at times. They have a wife who is to be the mother of their worldly children and women, who will be mother of their spiritual children. These spiritual children are the ones who could become the next priests. Their children whom they had in order to satisfy their lust, were not worthy of being the priests. And this applies to every of the 12 priests who stand as mediators between the goddess and the people.

Wilson, equally stunned, had never imagined his first encounter with the new CEO would be with his ex-wife because he never thought that the CEO would turn out to be the same woman who he took everything from and also divorced 7 years ago, leaving her with nothing but the choice to roam on the streets of LA. Wilson snickered. "So this means that Lilian had gotten remarried right after our divorce? That slutty bitch couldn't even wait to run into the arms of another man and bear him children. Something she couldn't even do while being married to me." He thought, disgust etched on his face as he glared at her. According to the information he had, it was said that the new CEO was the mother of

"Mr. Zane, you're familiar with the Browns of PrimeCorp in Southwood, right? They threw a wedding that had every young girl green with envy. But just six years later, Mr. Brown audaciously brought his mistress home and moved her into his bedroom, all in front of his wife. When Mrs. Brown had had enough, she spilled the beans. And before their scandal surfaced, they were publicly parading their love." The public fallout of PrimeCorp's CEO couple, causing several publicly traded company stocks to plummet, was indeed a significant news story. Abigail naturally kept an eye on it. During working hours, her focus was on how it could impact Zane Corporation's stock market performance. But like any

"You always wanted me to go public with our relationship, right? Fine. I'll tell everyone about us. There. Happy? You want a candlelit dinner? I'll have it with you. You want a ring? I'll buy it." Caleb had been quietly listening up until that point. But now he spoke up, his voice full of hurt. "Alexia..." She didn't have time for him. She grabbed me and started introducing me to the coworkers. "Everyone, I haven't properly introduced you. This is Elliot, my husband. We've been married for seven years. Caleb and I are just normal coworkers. The only reason I was good to Caleb was because of his talent. From now on, stop spreading rumors about us. My husband doesn't have a big heart for that