Ceo S Mute Bride Novels & Stories

“Trending news online; Bryce Voss, the muti-billionaire, CEO of the Voss Enterprise and influencer, has announced his engagement to Marissa Moore.” The journalist announced. “Their marriage…” Dominic switched off the television that hung in the wall of his large office. “Stupid man.” He muttered, responding to emails in his laptop. “Mr. Morello, I have brought more than fifty ladies but you don't seem to like any.” Tony complained. “Those ladies are willing to marry you.”

The email had dropped this morning and I saw it while I was going through mine while brushing my teeth. 'From the desk of the CEO, It is with great pleasure that we announce the marriage between our capable CEO of Kincaid technologies and our very own Melody Jansen now Melody Jansen-Kincaid. Have a good day.' I had almost choked on my toothpaste and immediately went to demand an explanation from Alex but he wasn't being helpful at all.

Then, he slapped me across the face several times. My cheeks instantly swelled up, my mouth filling with blood. "Lock the door! Cut off her water and food! It'd be better if she died. Don Volsi will just think a dog has died." Pain and hunger consumed me. If I didn't work, they'd continue to torture me. Sofia came by once. She looked down at me from above, every word she spoke a fatal blow. "I have good news for you. Riccardo and I are about to get engaged. The wedding will be the talk of the entire mafia circle in Littoria, and I'll soon be the rightful Donna Volsi.

The ring felt heavy in my hand. The next morning, my name was everywhere. Lucia read the headlines aloud while I sipped my coffee. Isabella Moretti Engaged to Billionaire Ethan Dexter Power Couple Shakes Corporate World Scandal Rewritten as Love Story Each article had the same photo of Ethan kissing my cheek. “How are the companies doing?” I asked. “Moretti Luxe is safe for now,” she said. “ISMARA stock dipped but is recovering.” My phone rang. Ethan. I answered. “What do you want?”

She swallowed hard and also accepted everything was just better this way. "And make sure you wipe those tears, it irks me to see it on your face." He scoffed. She ignored his statement as he stormed out, with her trailing behind like a sheep. Outside the venue was a fleet of cars parked in a light, waiting to take the bride and groom to the Bentley mansion. Catherine's parents stood outside waiting for her, "There she comes, our angel." Mckellen pitched. As her eyes cast on them, the need to let her tears fall came, but she shouldn't. She needed to appear strong. And then, her mind went on a flashback.

I looked between them, searching for some sign of a joke, but their faces were grim. “Married?” I repeated. “To whom?” “Cassius Dario,” my mother interjected with a tone that suggested I should be grateful. “The youngest son of the Dario family.” My heart stopped. Cassius Dario? The reclusive CEO who had disappeared from the public eye after a tragic accident? Everyone in New York whispered about him—the brilliant heir turned bitter recluse, bound to a wheelchair. “No,” I said, standing up abruptly. “I’m not doing it.”

“I love you.” “You tricked me!” “You asked for a blind date!” she whined. “I asked for a normal man—not my literal CEO!” There was silence. Then— “Wait... are you getting married?” she asked slowly. “No! Of course not! He offered me a job.” “A job…?” I rubbed my face, groaning. “He offered me a million dollars to fake-date him in front of his grandfather. That’s it.” “Wait, seriously? That’s it? I thought he was dead set on marriage.”

Claudia snickered alongside her daughter as they watched the news. There was a section that made mention,a billionaire CEO marrying a lady beneath his class and whether or not if he would be bringing her to his company events with him. It sparked a debate and many internet users were of different opinions concerning his marriage. Though his name was not made mention of. She shot Beatrice a questioning eyes but her negative nod made her realize that she wasn't the one that leaked the anonymous information to the public.

Vera, seeing the look on my face patted my shoulder. "Dear, when you marry a rich and influential figure, there is no way to keep it out of the news. Deal with it," Rich and influential? "I think you got the wrong person, guys," I said, suddenly feeling relieved. Mae rolled her eyes again and whipped out her tablet. "Who is this?" she asked, thrusting it in my face. On the screen was a picture of me in my bridal dresses in a man's arms. We were looking into each other's eyes deeply, unaware of our surroundings. The picture had a caption: CEO of Fashion Goddess, Dante Di Benedetto, Caught On Camera With His Bride In A Bar.

She was halfway out of the door when the large TV screen fixed on the wall suddenly flickered to life. The channel was already tuned to a business news broadcast, but at first, she didn’t pay attention. She took a few steps forward before the words from the newscaster pierced through her calm. “…and finally, the highly anticipated wedding between Mr. Adam Brooks, CEO of Brooks Enterprises, and Miss Barbra Scott, daughter of the renowned business magnate Mr. Denmark Scott, is set to hold on the twenty-third of this month…” Celine froze. Her hand tightened on the door handle as her heart skipped a beat. She turned slowly toward the screen, her eyes narrowing.