Ceo S Mute Bride Novels & Stories

"I have nothing to say to it. Mr Zach is her son but that still doesn't give her the right to decide who he is supposed to get married to or not. He is twenty-six years old not six year old child. He knows how to control his matters without any invitation to anyone. About the rumor, I have nothing to say about it. If it's meant to be a rumor then let it continue to be. Mr Zach is not a kid nor am I...the world or audience didn't give birth to us so we owe nobody explanation to what goes around in our lives. That's for no one. It's our life and we will live it the way we want so I will please plead with everyone watching to please mind their business and stop sticking your noses into someone

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.

I said to her. “I mean I was married to him but nobody is talking about the aftermath of the marriage. So please, I need a minute to myself,” I said and she nodded. “One hour,” she said, walking away, “one hour and I'm coming in here myself,” she closed the door behind her and I held the tablet in my hands. I tapped on a video, “the famous new female CEO who claimed she didn't have a relationship with Jacob Crane is married to him. A marriage certificate between the rivalry CEO surfaces today. We are still hoping for comments from both parties,” I stopped the video.

He deserves happiness, and I don’t want to become who I am now. It’s the time to exchange vows. But little did anyone know this bride was mute. Fidgeting, holding my breath, my inside was trembling badly. How will I recite vows about him when I don’t know what to say? Ruben said something I was unaware of listening to because I indulged in embarrassment. Everyone clapped on his vows. I am sure he poured his heart out for Reile in those words. It was my turn. My hands were trembling, and I only wished the earth would open up, swallow me, and never spit me back.

And now that image was shattered. The humiliation began the night before. He had thrown a party in our home, filled with dignitaries and reporters. He had told me to stay upstairs, hidden away like a shameful secret. But thirst drove me down to the kitchen. The moment the crowd noticed me, questions came like daggers, questions I couldn’t answer. And then Alexa, his wicked sister, smirked and announced, “She’s mute. My brother's wife can’t even speak.” The room erupted with loud noises. Phones recorded. Laughter spread. By morning, the internet crowned me with a new name as the Ceo's mute wife.

The only one who made me want to be more than my father’s son. My phone buzzes on the glass table. An invitation. Digital, elegant, gold script on black. Ethan Pierce & Marlene Blackwood request the honor of your presence… A wedding. Three years in the making. They didn’t rush. Built something real instead, Ethan’s tech company exploding, Marlene dominating the dance world again, judging international competitions, launching her own foundation. Power couple. Untouchable. Happy. And at the bottom, in smaller script: Chief Bridesmaid: Ruby Michaelson

Wade mentioned wasn't as simple as he'd claimed! What were they trying to do? Make her humiliate herself on her wedding night, completely offending the Russell family? The heat waves grew increasingly fierce, threatening to devour her rationality. She forced herself through the wedding ceremony—a mockery without a groom present. The guests' glances were filled with sympathy, pity, and undisguised schadenfreude. "So this is the substitute bride? She's pretty, what a shame she'll be married to a vegetable." "I heard Rupert Russell is down to his last breath. The York family must be desperate for money to push their daughter into this hellhole."

“I take you, Damon, to be my husband. To stand by you in front of the world, through whatever comes.” Damon held my gaze, his turn now. “I, Damon Langford, take you, Vivienne Hartley, to be my wife. To protect and provide, in public and in promise, for as long as this bond holds.” The priest nodded. “You may now kiss the bride.”

How to hide in plain sight. “You want vengeance?” she’d said once, her eyes sharp. “Then stop bleeding and start hunting.” I became a ghost with a diamond smile. And now I’m here. Married to the man who might have destroyed everything I once held dear. The soft chime of a news bulletin from Damien’s TV snapped me back to the present. His screen displayed a crisp image of him and me from yesterday’s wedding, looking every bit the city’s new power couple. “A surprise merger of two empires”, the anchor said. “Damien Crest and Elena Montrose once a cautionary tale, now a phoenix rising from the ashes?”