Addicted To Her The Ceo's Spoiled Darling 소설 & 이야기

I don’t know if his next girlfriend is lucky or not. “Do you know anything about him? May I know some information about our CEO?” She excitedly asked. She looked more interested to know about our CEO than the hospital. I nod while smiling. “Sure. I will tell you everything I know about him after our duty today.” “Thank you, Noelle. I am excited to work with you.” She said, and I found myself smiling back at her. She’s kind, approachable, and bubbly. I think I will enjoy working with her.

“And now onto the world of business, but what is business without a little entertainment?” And just like that — my world caught fire… BREAKING NEWS: BILLIONAIRE CEO ADRIAN VOSS IN SCANDAL – MISTRESS CLAIMS PREGNANCY. Sources Reveal Secret Marriage Years Prior. Identity of Wife Unknown. What the hell? I stared, half-awake, half in disbelief at the words displayed on the screen in red. I felt my temperature drop as the room began to close in on me. “Turn that off.” “Sir—”

“I know, right? But look at that man. He’s so regal and charming. He’s driving a customized platinum Veyron, which is worth more than eight figures. How would such a man take a fancy to a woman like Tiria?” “What do you know? Some fine men just don’t like innocent girls. They’re only interested in promiscuous women…” If you throw enough mud, some of it will stick. Sotiria felt that she was drowning in all this gossip. Zachary said something to make things worse of all times, “Little Sweetheart, I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to refrain myself from kissing you when I carry you.” ‘What!?’ Sotiria’s body swayed.

Although it always made me wonder what people liked in that Malibu Barbie. Even Carter. What did he even like in her? Somewhere I hoped they were referring to me. “On TV?” The first woman repeated in confusion. “When was that?” “Yes! Remember the charity gala coverage last month? The one I attended with my husband? The media kept zooming in on her when she arrived with Mr. Velcro.” The first woman gasped softly. “Oh right! She is in that pink summer dress today. Did you see it?” They were chirping so eagerly that made me almost puke.

And she'd fallen into his bed like fruit from a tree. Now she was addicted. To his size. His strength. The way he fucked her like he hated her. She'd be back tomorrow. Or the next day. Texting him. Begging him to come over. And Dante would come. Would fuck her until she couldn't walk. Would whisper poison in her ear about Dimitri's rejection. Would slowly, carefully, turn her desperation into obsession. And when the time was right? He'd make sure Dimitri Valentino knew. Would send him photos. Videos. Proof that his betrothed, the woman he'd been engaged to for fourteen years, was screaming another man's name every night.

That thousand-yard stare of someone who’d just watched her world implode. Two years. Two years wasted on a man who called her his everything, who promised forever—and cheated with the one person she trusted most. Clara. Even thinking the name made her stomach twist. Clara, her best friend since college. Clara, her bridesmaid-to-be. Clara, currently screwing her fiancé on a desk Olivia used to work at. She took another sip, resisting the wave of nausea that came with the memory.

"This child of yours is no ordinary thing." She stands, circling me slowly, her steps silent on the worn floorboards. Her gaze travels from my belly up to my face, back and forth, like she's peeling layers away. I fight the urge to shift, to hide, but I hold still. Let her look. I've got nothing left to lose. Then she stops, that knowing smile curling. "I remember now." Her voice carries a lilt of amusement. "The little Omega who splashed across the headlines a few weeks back. The Alpha King's dirty secret. Photos were grainy."

“If this is about a salary increase, Sir, I’ll take it.” His smile twisted into a grin—an evil grin that made my heart skip. “You’re right,” he said. “But it comes with a cost.” Everything always did. But if it involves a salary increase? I was willing to take most deals. Most. Preferably not those that will harm my dignity or my soul. “My parents are celebrating their wedding anniversary next week. And since I made them a promise last year, I have to be there—with that promise fulfilled.” He twirled his pen between his fingers. “I need a fake girlfriend. And I’m choosing you.”

His deep, warm laugh filled the room and made him seem even more magnetic. “Thanks for the advice I didn’t ask for. But if I were you, I’d leave before I fire you for eavesdropping.” “I didn’t eavesdrop. Your voices were too loud,” she protested, cheeks flushing. “If you don’t want your sister as your boss, you can always go back to your father. Simple as that.” ** Letting the bass vibrate through her body, Celeste swayed her hips, letting the alcohol loosen her mood. She was still annoyed with Cedric. Of all the women he could have been engaged to, why did it have to be her stepsister?

________________________ . . . After Knox left the apartment, Willow did her morning business and checked her phone again. There was a message from Susan. Susan: Matt asked if Damien could have your number. Willow sighed. She had thought that she had made a friend. She had thought she had gotten a piece of her brother Freddy back. But the paparazzi had to be so cruel to her and ruin it all. Why would a seventeen-year-old want to be associated with a woman they call the 'gold digger'?