Ceo S Mute Bride Novels & Stories

I looked down at the screen, my heart stopped beating, The bold, black text of the headline seemed to jump out at me EXCLUSIVE: THE BILLION-DOLLAR MARRIAGE SHAM. LEAKED RECORDING PROVES ANASTASIA BLACK AND DAMIEN VANCE ARE IN A SURROGATE BRIDE CONTRACT TO SECURE FAMILY INHERITANCE. I stared at the screen, my breath catching in my throat. Beneath the headline was an audio play bar. I pressed play with a numb finger. The audio started with static, and then my own voice cut through the speaker, clear and sharp.

I asked, my eyes narrowed at her. The smile disappeared from her face and Diana blinked. Then she held out the tablet. "Your wedding." I accepted the tablet, the screen was already open to an article. The headline occupied the top half of the page. SOCIALITE CELESTE VANCE CONFIRMS NOVEMBER WEDDING TO SINCLAIR HOLDINGS CEO My eyes moved through the paragraph and pictures, then I saw a video clip. I pressed the play button immediately, and Celeste appeared immediately. It was a video interview of her with some podcast organizer.

"How dare you!" "Chloe ever since you were little you always spend as you wish without daddy interfering or correcting you, he didn't even make you work. Gosh, you are 22 and you have nothing you are doing. This is the only thing he asked of you to help him with and you still keep denying it? For once work for your f**king pay!" "By getting married to a mute I don't even know!" "He is not a mute, rumors made that up." "I don't care! Look for something else, I won't get married to him."

He was afraid to trigger the beast. "Bride will be here in a while," Paul informed the priest. "I have a request," Paul said to the Priest who was preparing for marriage vows. "Yes, Mr Walker." The priest smiled lightly. "It is a ritual in our family not to remove the veil of the bride." Paul winked at the Priest, who instantly understood that there must be something wrong. "What the Hell!" Edden groaned because he wants to meet the "so-called" socialite bitch. "This sly old man is again up to something," Alaric smirked. He did not want to see Bellamy's face, not to mention kiss her.

But she stayed silent, not wanting to explain herself further. --- In the grand living room, Rowan’s grandfather sat with his jaw clenched, his patience wearing thin. The tension was palpable, and his voice cut through the silence, sharp as a knife. “What did you just say to me?” he demanded, his fury barely contained. “You think you can just walk away from this? Ivy saved your life! She’s your wife now, and you will treat her with respect!” Rowan met his grandfather’s glare, his voice unwavering and cold. “If superstitions could save lives, there wouldn’t be any need for doctors. I didn’t agree to this marriage, and I won’t stay in it. I’m filing for a divorce.”

Once his subordinates saw it, they could not help but tremble and shudder as though they knew the fate of any one who catches the of their boss. “Stop what you are doing. It’s not helping at all.” Yelled Neil, his right hand man, startling the two girls. He had a gun pointed at Sylvie and hers was the loudest scream in the whole room. “What is your problem? You could have just said it. No need to shout so loud!” she yelled as she smacked him on the back. Sylvie Newman came from a mysterious background. Jade didn’t even know her parents and all she knew of her was that she had four brothers hence the habit of smacking people whenever she was angry or emotional.

he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well, with your money, silly," she said, smiling at him. "We need to erase the mute girl's existence from this house," she said, advancing toward the wall where the wedding photograph was hanging to take it down. "You are not touching anything," declared Roger, grabbing her arm to stop her. "Why not?" "Because you're not going to change anything in the house." "But why?" "Let me say this clearly: I DON'T HAVE MONEY." "That's a good joke, my love. You're Roger Peterson, the current CEO of the largest jewelry company in the country, and—"

She watched the exchange with a growing sense of unease, trying to decode Cross’s tone—smooth and deadly. “I want the most luxurious wedding gown you have for my bride,” Cross said, finally turning toward her. His lips curled in a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Bride. The word punched a hole in her chest. She gave him a smile, but it was more of a grimace wearing lipstick. “We’ll give it our utmost, sir,” the manager said, before turning to Marceline. “Please, ma’am, follow us.” Marceline was about to stand, eager to get away from the tension vibrating off Cross like a low growl—but his hand clamped around her wrist.

There and then, he decided that on his off day, he would visit a close relative that he knew could help him. Something is wrong; Rudney’s guts kept nagging at him. However, Rudney’s thoughts were interrupted by the show on the television. He hissed and looked away, saying, “They are always showing stale gist.” If Lily had been here, they would have gossiped and laughed about it, but while Rudney pondered on that, the words of the presenter floated into his ears. A couple of days ago, Billionaire CEO to Bridger Empire, Christopher Bridger ties the knot with his bride, Ahsley Grander, in a discreet, but elite manner.

"She is the Senior Executive Partner of Monroe Global. She holds the ultimate leverage over our entire expansion. And she is the woman I am building the future with." He looked at Camila, then at his mother, his dark eyes flashing with an unshakeable, absolute finality. "The marriage merger is officially dead. If you want to keep your shares in the transit line, you will smile for the cameras, you will treat Selah with the absolute respect her title demands, and you will never cross our path again."