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.

His hand gripped my waist possessively, sending an unmistakable message of who held the power in this room. Mr. Reed cleared his throat, trying to muster the courage to speak. "President Bermudez, we…uh, we were simply discussing the company’s losses and—" "I don’t recall asking for an explanation," Thiago cut him off, his eyes narrowing. "I asked who among you want my wifey to resign? Because in case you all forgot, I assigned Bridgette as the temporary CEO, and as long as I haven’t taken that from her, she will remain in that position. And none of you could order or stupidly petition her to resign. Understood?"

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.

I took the blanket and covered my head when I saw he wanted to say something and it didn't even work because he quickly yanked the blanket off of me. "No Megan you can't do this to me. Not today especially not now. Megan what has come over you. You know you are my bride and I only want you. Why are you doing this?" I could hear his tone of voice defeated. I have never had that defenceless voice coming from him before and it crushed me, it killed my soul deep down. My inner voice told me to reconsider but there was no going back.

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?

Even Lucio, his wolf, was over eager just to be near her. “Hm,” Alpha Markus sat back, observing the group before him as he considered the new knowledge. She couldn’t speak? Finding his Luna’s sister had taken so much of their resources, but finding that she was mute, that had to be the Goddess rewarding him for his dedication to the cause. If they hadn’t heard the rumours that Lisette’s parents had escaped the massacre, they would never have found the young girl sitting before him. “Well, even so, she’ll want to see her sister today. I’ll introduce them after dinner, I should think,” he murmured just loud enough to be heard. She nodded emphatically at his words. “Very well then, afte

The air was fresh, but it didn’t ease the suffocating weight in her chest. She was trapped. Her phone buzzed in her hand, pulling her back to reality. It was a message from her best friend, Mia. Mia: OMG! Have you seen the news?! Elena’s stomach dropped. She quickly opened a news app, and her breath caught in her throat. "Billionaire Damien Sterling Ties the Knot! Who is the Mysterious Bride?" There were pictures of their wedding plastered everywhere—her walking down the aisle, Damien standing stiffly beside her, their first dance (if you could call it that). The headlines varied, but the message was the same: speculation, gossip, and judgment.