Ceo Tears Novels & Stories

Mr. Brian got angry, throwing things on the floor. He loosens his tie because he feels suffocated. John quickly approached him. "Chairman, be calm, affect your health." "Shut up." Mr. Brian shouted. John didn't dare speak up when he saw his boss's scary expression. Suddenly, the phone rang. John picks up the phone, his face changing when he hears what the person on the other end of the line has to say. Then he put his phone down in his old wallet, announcing. "Chairman, our company has a big problem. The company is losing heavily, the employees want to quit, asking us to pay them. The investors are leaving the company one by one."

What do have to say for yourself? Georgie could feel herself shrinking under the blaze of his anger. She struggled to keep the tears back, her chin wobbling dangerously and her teeth digging into her bottom lip to stop it from trembling. ‘I’m sorry …’ she gulped. ‘I didn’t mean this to happen. I thought it would be all right. I had no idea it would come to this.’ ‘The CEO has asked me to remove you from the training scheme.’ She brushed at her eyes and swallowed back a sob. ‘I’m so sorry … but I understand you have to do what you have to do.’

"You're going to be the CEO of this company, so keep your dignity! How will you lead your employees when they see you crying like a baby?" Although he intended to make Bryan stop crying, Darren's words only made the man cry harder, causing the employees who heard him from outside the room to start speculating about how cruel it was for their new CEO to take over Bryan's parents' company and make the man who had just lost his father cry so much - something that would add to the long list of bad rumors about Darren.

Tears streamed down his face, a silent testament to the profound grief that gripped his heart. Levi, once a pillar of strength, faced the heart-wrenching reality before him. "Sorry, he's gone," he uttered, the weight of sorrow etched in his voice. A solitary tear, a poignant teardrop, escaped Levi's eyes, marking an acknowledgment of loss and an expression of the profound emotions coursing through him.

"The little girl who got shot thrice didn't cry as much as you did." I couldn't stop myself from sobbing even more loudly as I clung tightly to his shirt. Shaking his head, Connor spoke gently as if he were coaxing a child. "There, there. It's okay. Go ahead and cry. Just remember to carry on with your work once you're done crying. I have to make sure I get my money's worth." Hearing that, I couldn't resist laughing. Who would've thought that the aloof and demanding CEO would have a cute side to him?

“Get out. I don’t ever want to see you in this building again!” I stood frozen for a moment, swallowing my pride. Then I straightened up. “Alright, boss. Suit yourself,” I said coldly, slamming the door behind me. Fab looked up, shocked to see tears streaming down my face. “Girl, why are you crying? You should be used to his attitude by now,” she said, tilting her head and rolling her eyes. She had no idea what had just happened. “I’m not crying because he scolded me,” I said, wiping the tears from my cheeks in one swift motion.

"Thank you for bringing her." "Couldn’t keep her away." Bella smiled warmly. "Or Noah, or Ashley, or Fred. You scared the hell out of us, V." Fred huffed dramatically. "Excuse me, I was composed." Ashley snorted. "You were crying into a dish towel." "I was polishing glasses." "You were weeping on them." "My eyes were reacting to cleaning detergents—" "Nope," Ashley said, crossing her arms triumphantly. "Tears. Full tears."

My dad had to step up as interim CEO while I deal with this. “I didn’t tell him anything, I swear I didn’t tell him anything, nothing at all, I am sorry, Cole, I didn’t know, I swear I didn’t know,” Niccola’s voice breaks as she becomes slightly breathless. I can hear the panic in her voice, and I immediately regret every word I have said to her. “Hey, it’s okay, breathe, Niccola, fucking breathe,” I let out, but Niccola is struggling to breathe, and then I hear a loud thud.

Mariana Santos has two rules: never mix business with pleasure, and never let Alejandro Montenegro ruin her life twice. ​Three years ago, Alex was the arrogant exchange professor who ruthlessly failed her thesis presentation, branding her work "lazy and uninspired." Now, through a cruel twist of corporate fate, the Ice Falcon has taken over her architectural firm. To make matters worse, her reckless younger brother accidentally incurs a massive debt tied to a Montenegro subsidiary. ​Cornered and desperate, Mariana is forced to accept Alex's outrageous proposition: pose as his fiancée for six months to appease his traditional grandfather and secure the family board’s approval, and her b

The powerful CEO, the man who closed billion-dollar deals without flinching, looked utterly undone. “You did this while I neglected you,” he said, voice breaking. “While I came home late, missed anniversaries, let Natasha insert herself into our lives. You were carrying our grief alone, building your career from nothing, and still… you showed my mother more kindness than I ever showed you.” Tears slipped down his cheeks. He didn’t wipe them away. Instead, he sank onto the nearby armchair, elbows on his knees, head bowed. The breakdown was raw, unfiltered. Shoulders shaking as years of suppressed emotion finally cracked through the armor Richard had built around him.