Ceo Contract Wife Novels & Stories

“You know, if you threaten an acting CEO and he actually becomes a CEO later, he will make your life a living hell. What do you think is going to happen if my father got wind of this whole shit going on here? How about you go do your meetings? Whatever you want to show the board, show them now. And stop acting like, well, I don’t know.” The door opened with Dennis coming in as I scoffed. “Is this child’s play? What’s he doing here?” “He’s my husband. And as such, he’s also a part of the board.” Everybody started to gasp and mutter as Alex clapped his hands. “Silence, everybody. Like I said, he’s my husband. All right, all of you here have brought your partners at one time before and your par

"Excuse me Mr. Billionaire, you rich men think money is everything. Maybe you are right but since you need to purchase a wife, there are as well a lot of women out there waiting to jump at an opportunity like this. Why not look in that direction? Besides, I can't sell one year of my life, and what is the assurance that you won't take advantage of me?" She couldn't figure out what triggered her outburst and instantly regretted it when Sylvester stood up from his chair. He ambled close to her and lowered his head, a few inches interval between them. Monica could only reach his chest as he hovered over her with his height, making sure that no one except Monica could hear his words. "Trust me, t

” “Thank you, Eve patch him through.” “Sure thing." I patched Mr. Schaeffer through to his wife. I love their relationship. He is the CEO and she is the CFO and they do everything together. His office is down the hall at the other end of the building they are directly in the same spot. They do breakfast, lunch, and I'm quite sure they do dinner together. He sends flowers and little sweet messages up and down the hall by the mail people every day. It is something special for them to do.

They’d started digging deeper. One paparazzo claimed he’d found someone who had actually seen the real CEO’s wife—and that woman was not the one in the photo. According to this "insider," the CEO and his wife were already getting a divorce. The article painted the story like a tragic romance—how the woman in the photo was his long-lost first love, separated by circumstances, now finally reunited.

“Daddy! Stop shouting. You should be a good dad. To everybody. Even Mommy.” The room stilled. Lucian’s eyes finally lifted to me. Cold. Sharp. Guarded. Zane leaned back in his chair slowly, studying him. “Wow. You yell at her in front of your kid? That’s the man you became?” “She doesn’t get to walk out whenever she wants. She’s my wife,” Lucian said through clenched teeth. Zane raised a brow. “A contract wife, bro.” Lucian’s nostrils flared. “Lillian,” he said tightly. “Go upstairs. I’ll call you soon.”

Dominic unbuckled his seat belt as he asked, "Where were we going, Marcus?" "To pick up your wife from work." "And? What's the matter?" Marcus frowned and asked, "Your wife works here?" "Yep, and she's actually the lead scientist. Any problem?" "Whoa, bro, are you for real? Like, your wife is the lead scientist in this lab. How's that even possible?" Dominic looked at his friend and felt like punching him in the face. What did he mean by that? His wife was so amazing that she could do anything, so why did he act surprised?

As fate would have it her husband Mr Horan is the CEO of Horan company all around Europe and bringing him to my board was not an easy task and when he joined he made his vote the hardest to get and so the harder I fuck his wife, the easier his approval was going to be. I took her by the waist and pulled her to myself and roughly rocked myself against her, letting her know how hard I was for her. "No, baby, I do want you," I groaned still rocking my hips against her and she moaned out and she began to rock against me as well, "but I also need your husband's signature to have a unanimous vote on the contract I presented. So do you have the signed documents ready?" I asked, before pulling away

Michael rubbed his temples, the pressure of the empire weighing on him. “Thirty days,” Michael commanded, his eyes finally cutting to me. “In the guest room. No events without me. No press. And you do not interfere with my wife.” “Deal,” Nancy whispered. I said nothing. What was the point? I was the "wife" in the contract, but Nancy was the "wife" in the ledger. In the world of Michael Thorne, the ledger always won. 9:30 AM. My office at Thorne Holdings. I spent the morning trying to remember who I was before I became an accessory. My phone buzzed—Tinah.

The shareholders all nodded in turn, for them, Grainne or Carwyn, whoever is the CEO is the same, anyway, it does not affect them. Grainne continued: “And now, I invite my husband to come out!” Immediately after her words, the company under my husband's command, Carwyn, is also the CEO of everyone. If he has returned, I don't need to continue managing the corporation." The shareholders all nodded in turn, for them, Grainne or Carwyn, whoever is the CEO is the same, anyway, it does not affect them. Grainne continued: “And now, I invite my husband to come out!” Immediately after her words, there was a commotion below. "What?" "Miss Phuong, are you kidding?" "Miss Phuong, it's not good to joke

This is not a real marriage… Legally you are my wife and family traditions states a man must provide his legal wedded wife with 5% of stocks from the company… It just so happen I am the CEO and worth billions and now so are you… Asia was at a lost for words…. I can’t… Why didn’t you tell me? Asia it’s not a big deal…. You may save them and sell them if we divorce… Either way there are yours and you can do as you please with them… Max I think you have bumped your head… Billions of dollars is not a small amount of money… Asia it’s fine you are worth the money… Asia instantly blushed… I am heading to work and now can I have your telephone number… I should be able to reach my husband if I need h