Ceo's Ugly Bride Novel Novels & Stories

"They ask you to put it in every hole. They become real sluts when they have a virile member inside." Fabio circles her slowly, like a wolf around its prey, as he does every day she is here. Adelaide squeezes her eyes shut. This man cannot do this to her; he cannot violate her body as if he had the right to do so. She is Egil Arrabal's wife. "I will make sure my husband knows everything you did in this place," Adelaide gathers strength from where there is none left to reply. "If you dare to put your disgusting hand on me again, I will make him cut it off and make you suffer ten times more than what you made me suffer."

And the moment she saw the screen— Her stomach dropped. Headlines. Articles. Photos. Her. Adrian. Last night. Holding hands. Standing close. Looking— Too real. “Kingsley Marriage in Trouble?” “Business Alliance or Personal Scandal?” “Insiders Question Stability of Carter-Kingsley Partnership” Her grip tightened. “This… this just came out?” she asked. Daniel nodded. “Early this morning. It’s everywhere.” Of course it was. Because Lena didn’t make quiet moves. She made damage.

The sudden violent twist of fate hits Antonio in an uncontrovertible manner. From what he thought to just be a contract marriage to falling deep unexpectedly with Megan. A shy, hardworking and very reserved girl, Megan takes her destiny into her own hands. From cooking and warming the hot untamed Billionaire Antonio's food to warming his bed. ***************************** I paused in front of the mirror in the office I was cleaning, the duster I held was in one hand and the article on 'How to be a successful Entrepreneur' I held it in the other. Subtlety, what the article said, was just another word for failure.

The next morning Nathaniel stood in the empty penthouse that had once been their home. The nursery still smelled faintly of the lotion Ivy used on the twins. He had ordered the staff not to change anything. The silver frame that had shattered the night he returned still sat in a drawer, the broken glass carefully removed, the photo of their honeymoon intact. He opened the drawer and stared at the image for a long time. Julian entered with a folder. "I have the preliminary report on Astraea Global. Ivy built it from the ground up. No investors from old money. She has already taken three major accounts that used to belong to us."

"Acceptable... After all he is not so famous among the ladies. He likes to scare the shit out of them. Yesterday he asked a girl to shoot herself and prove that she is actually in love with him. Poor girl just came to confess but he made her fell on her face... By the way who is the new bride..." "It's her sister..." Richard answered. "she must be like Natasha..." Ace countered. "No she is kind of different. She is the CEO and has handled everything successfully. Smart and beautiful. No whore !..." He chuckled. "No whore?... CEO?... Smart ?... Fucking Awesome!" Ace looked impressed. "Yeah. I am actually happy, she is perfect for him... She wanted to talk to him before marriage but looks like

Sophia's hands shook as she fumbled with the locks to their cramped Queens apartment, the borrowed clutch heavy with stolen hors d'oeuvres and a business card that felt like it was burning a hole through the leather. "Ethan Cross. CEO, Cross Industries." As if she could forget. "Mija, is that you?" Her mother's voice drifted from the bedroom, weak but warm with relief.

Dangerous in her own way. "I made a strategic judgment," I said coolly. “Better a baker with no connections for my purposes than a Mafia heiress with too many ambitions.” Her eyes went wide. "A baker? You married a baker, not me?” "I'm married to someone who is not going to spend at least an hour a day trying to go on the Internet and being sneaky,” she said. Valerie's laugh was brittle. “You really think a nobody is going to be easier to control than me? You think she’s just going to accept this as her life? Accept you?"

Elena scoffed and took one last look at James before walking away. “You, come with me.” Helen pulled James into the church building. There was no one in the church at that moment. “What was that about? Who is that girl? Why would you create such a scene on your wedding day?” “That girl is someone I don’t want anywhere close to me, Mom. I hate her so much, and I don’t want to ever see her again.” “Why? What did she do to wrong you?” “She raped me! That was my former secretary. I never wanted to have anything to do with her because for some reasons, she didn’t entice me at all. She drugged me and slept with me. I hate her.”

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.”

Lily collected the phone in relief; at least, now she would be able to check up on Joe at will. Lily got into Ashley’s room and turned on the data, and the first news scandal that popped up on her screen got her reeling in shock and heartbreak. “Billionaire CEO of the Bridger Empire, Christopher Bridger, caught entering Aimee Landon’s apartment on the same night that they were both spotted at the grand party acting all cozy together, which brings us to ask; where is his wife, Ashley Grander?”