Ceo's Ugly Bride Novel Novels & Stories

Margaux’s POV. Beatrix! Beatrix! Her name sounded familiar but I couldn’t remember where I heard it! Clyde left last night without even glancing at me. I was left alone in this lonely penthouse his grandparents gave me. I had to go to the hospital but I didn’t even have the energy. “My wedding got cancelled, the father of my child doesn’t want us in his life…how worse could it be?” I sarcastically told myself. Soon, I realized my tears were flowing endlessly.

The Ugly Wife "Happy birthday, my husband," said Olivia, who had just arrived carrying a birthday cake in her hands. Naturally, she wanted to give her husband a surprise at his birthday party, which was being celebrated in great luxury. "Who are you? I don’t know you! Why are you claiming to be my wife?" David looked at her with a gaze that seemed to scorn her. "You and I are already married. Why are you like this? Have you forgotten I’m your wife?" Olivia did not expect David to deny her as his wife. Her heart ached, but she tried to endure it.

She did not know what was taking her father to speak, but his silence tensed the atmosphere more. "Oh, he can't..." Clover straightened her posture and added, "He's got 4.1 billion in his account, ranks number one in owning cruises. Bagged a position on the top twenty billionaire list. So technically, there is no way, Dad can pull even a strand of hair from his head." Zona's jaw hit the ground hearing this. It clearly meant Clover knew about Brandon yet she agreed to marry him. "You know this. Why didn't you refuse earlier or speak about the information we heard from Kayden? What were you waiting for?" Cindy's gentle facade broke under the slyness she felt in Clover.

“Play the poor, pitiful wife until Damian suddenly falls in love with you?” “That’s not what I’m doing!” I cried. “and he's falling for you” she glanced at me “I'm the only one who deserves to be mrs wilson The car swerved slightly. My breath hitched. “I never wanted this marriage!” I shouted. Silence. Then— “Too late.” The car sped even faster. My heart slammed violently against my chest. “Nora, stop the car!” I screamed. She turned to me. And smiled. “Goodbye, Clarice.”

“It looks elegant. Not too overwhelming.” Chatrine was reviewing the designs when she heard her. Without thinking, she looked up. “That is too simple for a bride.” The words escaped before she could stop them. Eva froze. The atmosphere instantly changed. Chatrine realized her mistake. Too late. The gown was meant for a bride. But Eva still believed she was only preparing for a fake engagement. Slowly, Eva turned toward her. Her eyes widened. “Bride?” Chatrine tried to recover. “I mean... for an important event like this, every woman should look special, even if it is only...”

Vivian was sitting on the couch with her legs stretched out in front of her, watching television. Well, she was pretending to watch television. Her attention kept drifting toward the two newly decorated baby rooms upstairs. She still couldn't believe Adrian had actually done that. Two rooms. One for a boy. One for a girl. And she was only two months pregnant. Vivian shook her head and reached for the plate of food sitting on the table. She had barely taken a few bites when Adrian walked into the living room.

I whispered, not taking my eyes off Victor, who was smiling at the camera and showing sweetness towards Themarie. “I want you to look at them one last time as Sonia Salazar—Valencia.” “They’re the two who ruined your life as Sonia Salazar. I want you to look at them closely,” said Fabian, who was now looking at me. I didn’t know what to say because an overwhelming anger enveloped my chest. “As his wife—I’ll give everything like I promised. For better or worse, we’ll be together, but—he left me. He humiliated and cursed me. He took everything from me, even my child, after ruining my face and career.”

Clutching the ruined heavy fabric in my hand, I felt less like a bride and more like a desperate convict on the run. We reached the door and the strong faced guards made no move to step back. “You seriously don’t expect me to leave the door open.” I glared at the first guard. “We’re just doing our job, ma’am.” “Right. But do you really want my husband knowing that you denied me privacy and let me undress before you right before we got hitched?” His face drained of color immediately at the mention of my husband. He then exchanged a panicked look at the other guard who told me to go ahead with a wave.

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."

Things went fine with Scarlett and her parents. Sebastian eventually bought them a house; Scarlett's parents needed to stay in New York for the upcoming wedding. The preparations were going quite smoothly and it was time for Scar to go for the official bridal shopping. Natalie of course was supposed to go with her for the bridal outfit selection. They arrived at Ash ventures and Scar went in to get the credit card from Sebastian. He was seated in my his office when the knock came at the door. “Come in.” Scar heard his deep yet smooth voice call out from the inside and she smiled before pushing open the door.