Ceo S Mute Bride Novels & Stories

The grand hall of Palazzo Mezzanotte, headquarters of the Milan Stock Exchange, buzzed with Europe’s financial elite, but to Lorenzo Moretti, the scene felt more like a modern-day Colosseum. The annual Moretti Holdings event was the critical moment that Vincenzo and the Valenti Group had been waiting for to deliver the coup de grâce. Rumors that the marriage was a sham and that Lorenzo was losing control of the family assets circulated backstage like a gas leak, ready to explode at the first sign of weakness.

she said again, but her voice broke on the last word. Victoria sighed and reached for her arm, but Bridget pulled back. “He’s coming!” she cried, the sound echoing in the vast hall. The guests fell silent. For a long, painful moment, no one moved. The sound of distant cameras clicking filled the air. Then, as if the world itself had given its answer, one of the groomsmen walked forward, holding a phone. His expression was grave. He leaned close to Victoria and whispered something. Victoria froze. Her hand fell to her side. Her eyes darted to Bridget’s face, then away again.

"Every major investor, camera crew, and board member in the city will be in that ballroom. The board demands that you publicly debut your new bride. You need to walk her down that red carpet. You need to smile, hold her hand, and act like you both are deeply in love to clear the air. You have to prove to the world that she is happy to be Mrs. Kingsley." My throat tightened. The phone felt like a block of lead in my hand. "She cannot do that, Marcus," I said, my jaw clenching. "She has to," Marcus said coldly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "If she does not show up on your arm tomorrow night, the investors will assume the rumors are true. They will dump their shares, the stock will c

Elaina showed thumbs up to the couple, Pihoo and Aiden. Pihoo, the radiant bride, exuded timeless beauty and charm in her Western wedding attire. Her white gown was a masterpiece of lace and satin, adorned with delicate beading and a flowing train that trailed gracefully behind her. A veil framed her face, adding an air of mystique to her look. Her hair was elegantly styled, and her makeup highlighted her natural features, making her a vision of bridal perfection.

Groaning, I reached for it on the nightstand. “Lucia, it’s seven in the morning. This better be good,” I muttered, still half-asleep. “It’s not.” Her voice was tense, sharp enough to wake me up fully. “Turn on the news. Now.” I sat up, heart already racing. The TV remote was within reach, and I flicked it on. The screen lit up with a breaking news banner, and the anchor’s voice filled the room. “...shocking accusations against Bermudez Group’s newly-appointed CEO, Bridgette Martinez. Anonymous sources claim she engaged in unethical practices to oust former chairwoman Cynthia Albright, including bribery and manipulation of board members...”

But he sank deep into the seat and the vinyl underneath crackled as he tried to get comfortable. "Oh, it's all over the tabloid, CEO of Carter incorporated engaged to the heiress of Carrington's winery " he stated. Sure enough, when I searched on my phone, it was headlined in every entertainment news, I haven't even agreed to this ridiculous charade, even if I'm being threatened by my grandfather, why will they announce it. "I guess it's not true then, man I was ready to be the best man this time" he "You weren't ready to be my best man when I told you I'd propose to Suzanne" I reminded him, but the bastard just shrugged at me.

The bride carefully placed her palm on his and they both turned to the priest. The marriage rite kick off afterward. Davis was staring at his bride from the corner of his eyes, he was glad that he'll be getting married to the most beautiful lady in Braeton city. "Do you, Claire Wilson, takes Davis Del Rio to be your husband?" The priest said in a loud voice. She didn't answer. Her heart was beating so fast. She was sweating profusely. Davis frowned deeply. Why was Claire taking so much time to answer?. Was she having a second thought?

Chapter 11 I stared at the glossy tablet screen in Matteo’s hand, gripping my glass of scotch so hard the crystal groaned in protest. The headline on The New York Observer's digital front page was practically screaming in bold, black letters: THE ICE KING THAWS: JULIAN VANCE UTTERLY BEWITCHED BY NEW BRIDE.

“Today, we gather to celebrate more than the coming together of two remarkable individuals. We are here to witness the beginning of a new chapter.” The host stood at the center of the ballroom with a warm smile, one hand wrapped around the microphone while the other rested casually at his side. Behind him, the enormous screen displayed a photograph of Alexander Wolfe and Sophia Bennett, and cameras were already pointed toward the couple. “Ladies and gentlemen, it is my great pleasure to officially announce the engagement of Alexander Wolfe, CEO of Wolfe Global, and Sophia Bennett, Chief Strategist of Wolfe Global.”

Next to Mandy was her husband, then their two children, accompanied by their respective partners. Shortly thereafter, a new pair of brides appeared there, so that everyone's attention was directed to them. The woman who served as CEO of Verz Incorporation felt a little nervous, but she acted calmly so that no one dared to insinuate or vilify herself. Meanwhile, the girl's parents can only observe the behavior of their daughter. In their eyes, Abby and Massimo looked harmonious and calm.