Alpha Ceo Who Forgot His Mate Novels & Stories

A beefy guy with a gold chain barked, "We're talking to Mr. Carey. Who are you to interrupt?" Jack Carey glanced at me, then at my weathered sedan. A sneer crept onto his face. "Look at this nobody, acting like he owns the place." The others piled on, their voices a chorus of snobbery. "Know your lane, buddy." "Mr. Carey is connected to the CEO of the Mills Group and is worth billions. Be silent in your junker." "Wise up and beat it." Ten years ago, I stepped out of the spotlight for Olivia and Sophie, pouring everything into their happiness.

“Who are you talking about?” One of them glances at me hesitantly but she doesn't look like she recognises me. They must be new. Then she answers, “Ezra Harrington. The new CEO.” I frown. “New CEO?” “You didn't know?” The second woman sounds surprised. “She must be new.” The first woman says. “Mr Dominic resigned. I heard the new Ezra Harrington is his niece so he took his place yesterday.” Ezra Harrington. Sacks people like sport.

Zachary dropped the drink that he was holding, he looked like a fish that was struggling to breath after jumping out of water. “You… you're married?” Amelia croaked out, “To… To Xander?” Her voice was shaking in disbelief. “That's right,” I replied sweetly, “While you were busy scheming, I was signing a marriage certificate. That's a win for me, right?” I shrugged, going closer to her to whisper, “You should have never messed with me, Amelia. You know exactly the type of person I am. I might have been a lovesick fool, but there is a reason I am the CEO of one of the most famous companies in the world. There is a reason why I am known as the eldest daughter of this family.”

Miles’ expression grew colder as he listened. Regret gnawed at me. "How could I forget to take Grandma’s keepsake? How could I forget? What was I thinking?" I raised my hand to hit my own head. Miles caught my wrist. "Because you lost your memory, Eve. You only remember things before you turned eighteen. You forgot everything after that." I lowered my head, sobbing. "But I shouldn’t have forgotten. How could I leave something so important with Julian? I regret it so much."

I asked with a frown that had started to form due to frustration concerning the whole situation happening, "Mom, you just forgot she was called out as the CEO of Quantum Sphere company a while ago, did you?" She scoffed, sneering next with the rolling of her eyes, "Do you really believes she's the company's CEO? Yeah right.." "I think mom's right. " It was Kitara next who said furthermore, "Her sudden glow up after her disappearance. Her nonchalance towards the rumor about her and those men. Then, suddenly she's the CEO of this company and none of us realized until now? It doesn't seem right.."

Paused there, hand on the frame, and looked back at me with something that almost passed for a warning. "And don't G****e me tonight," he said. "You won't like what you find." Then he was gone. I lasted, by my own count, eleven seconds. I typed his name into the search bar sitting alone in the empty conference room, already regretting it, already unable to stop myself — the same way you can't stop touching a bruise to check if it still hurts. The first headline alone nearly made me drop the phone. ACE STONE: THE MOST DANGEROUS CEO IN AMERICA.

The ripple of happiness I’d initially let out faded. I remembered my last thought before leaving the apartment. About… Mr. Khill. I wanted to ask Alex, hoping he’d know something. But I realized asking Alex here was impossible. Mr. Khill had his driver, and I was sure he had someone everywhere to reach him easily. “What’s with that face, Stefani? Isn’t this what you wanted? You should be happy, right?” Alex teased me. I nodded hesitantly and smiled faintly. Alex chuckled and glanced at me again.

She barely remembered leaving her desk. The elevator arrived. The doors opened, and a small crowd pushed in. Mackenzie and Amy squeezed inside. “I heard the new CEO is in his late forties,” Amy whispered as the elevator climbed. “Haven’t had someone that young in ages.” Mackenzie gave a distracted nod. She wasn’t in the mood for talking, but Amy always filled the silence. “What’s his name again?” Amy asked. “Alexander Gracias,” Mackenzie answered without thinking. “Yes! I just hope he’s nothing like Mr. Winter,” Amy said, rolling her eyes.