Ceo S Mute Bride Novels & Stories

The only sound was the ocean crashing faintly through the receiver. Then, “I’m sorry, come again?” Sebastian closed his eyes. “It was supposed to be one of your staff’s weddings. You mentioned it before you left: the marketing manager and one of the admin assistants. Jack and Olivia.” Joel’s voice shifted, alert and awake now. “Yeah, yeah, I remember. What about it?” “Well, the groom didn’t show up. The bride was left at the altar, crying. And before I knew what I was doing, I walked up and said, ‘I’m her husband.’”

But once I got to his house as his wife, I’d show him I don't take nonsense as well. “You can go back to your office,” he said and turned back to his PC. I shot him that annoying side eye before leaving his office. Marriage certificate signed ... .Now the CEO’s wife….. Automatic resignation from work. I didn't bother to get his permission before leaving the office to get my things to his house. Fear flared in my eyes as I met my stepmother in the house, I was expecting her to be at her boutique not at home. How was I going to pack out without her questioning me?

Comments poured in faster than she could read them. "Who is this goddess?" "She's absolutely stunning!" "Those eyes are incredible!" "Someone get this woman a modeling contract!" "She's too beautiful to be real!" But it wasn't just positive comments. Beverly's stomach churned as she scrolled through the other responses. "Attention seeker." "Fake disability for sympathy." "Probably not even really mute." "Gold digger trying to get famous." And then she saw the posts that made her blood freeze. People had identified her as Beverly Carter, wife of mafia heir Diro Carter. Tabloid accounts were already spinning stories about the "Tragic Beauty Trapped in Mob Marriage" and the "Silent Princess of

The door opened with a sharp thud as he pushed it. There she was—his new bride. Lying on the bed like a silent shadow, her face still covered by the veil she had worn since the wedding. She flinched at the sound of the door, slowly pushing herself up on the mattress. But she didn’t say a word. Of course she didn’t. His eyes narrowed. "You really are mute, aren’t you?" he said coldly, voice like a blade. She didn’t respond. Just kept looking down. He took a step closer, eyes burning with anger, confusion, and betrayal.

“Let me get through today. The merger with her father’s company closes at midnight. After that, she’s nothing.” A woman in the third row slapped her gloved hand over her mouth. Another leaned to her husband, her voice sharp with scandal. “Did you hear that? He’s marrying her for the merger!” “She’s nothing,” another guest repeated in a shocked whisper. Adrian’s face turned the color of wet clay. “Turn it off,” he barked, rounding on the videographer. “Turn that goddamned thing off now!” “No,” I said, my voice cold and bright. “Let them see exactly what you are.”

Alexander said smoothly. "Of course. I have to admit, I'm intrigued." Christine gestured to our seats. "It's not every day a billionaire and his new bride request emergency airtime to address marriage rumors." We sat down, and I was hyperaware of the cameras, the lights, the crew members watching us. "Thirty seconds," someone called. Alexander reached over and took my hand. "You've got this," he whispered. The countdown began. Five, four, three, two... "Good evening," Christine began, looking directly at the camera. "Tonight we have an exclusive interview with Alexander Frost, CEO of Frost Industries, and his wife Emily. The couple, who married just days ago in a surprise Vegas ceremony, are

ALEX POV: It is my wedding day, the big day. I look at my fake face on the mirror and gringed. From today onwards i won't be able to remove the fake face from my face for a whole year. I smiled and glanced at my wedding dress that is neatly spread on the bed. Congratulations on your marriage to Killian Lockwood Alex. Currently both Kayla and fr of her friends are here with me in this hotel suite. The door was pushed open and Kayla walked in.

“I was just…” “You were just about to make a fool of yourself." My mother interrupted. "Callum, you don't even show concern about this arrangement. You’ve got to treat your bride with respect. Do you understand me?” I clenched my jaw, tightening my fist at the sides. “Respect? For her?” I scoffed. “Yes, respect.” my mother said firmly. “This marriage is bigger than you, Callum. This is about our family and if you can’t handle that, maybe you’re not as mature as I thought you were.”

I thanked Dee and went home. Sitting in the small room and looking up at the balloon floating above my head, I seemed to be in a better mood. I turned on the TV and took out my cell phone to browse the news on the Internet. My laptop had been taken away by Lita so I couldn't work at home. I browsed the newsfeed on F******k and saw a report titled 'The CEO of Mitaka Group Announces The Cancellation Of His Engagement.' The title caught my eyes. I clicked open the report and quickly browsed the content.

His voice carried a touch of intrigue as he revealed, "Ian, I must clarify that Meera is not the bride. The bride is Sunena Malik, the daughter of the esteemed Malik estate." Ian's eyebrows furrowed in surprise, his curiosity piqued by this unexpected revelation. "Sunena Malik? I wasn't aware of this. How fascinating! It seems there is more to this wedding than meets the eye." Mr. Zafar Lucia nodded, a hint of satisfaction evident in his expression. "Indeed, Ian. The alliance between Peter and Sunena holds great significance, not just for our families but also for our business interests. It is a union that solidifies long-standing ties and paves the way for prosperous collaborations in the f