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She said while whispering, " She always wants to feel belonged. The wife of Prince Browns was called upon but she is walking towards the stage, maybe to seduce Prince Browns but this time she will not succeed. .." The voice of the acting CEO interrupted Ever's thought and he said, "Many of you know her as Miss Amanda but, let me properly introduce her. She is Mrs Amanda Browns, the wife of Prince Browns. She is the real CEO of this company. We welcome you ma'am." The acting CEO handed the microphone to Amanda.

Deep down, though, Bridget could sense something about him—something intriguing and hidden. Bridget was a CEO of the K Newspapers and Magazines Company, and as one of the most well-known in the field of journalism, she really was something. She could easily sense when something was wrong or when somebody was hiding something. That was her intuition about her newly hired driver. He might be hiding something wrong.

Yet I drew a slow breath and turned around. I said nothing as I reluctantly faced my ex-husband. He stared at me as if he saw a ghost, and I couldn't help but find his expression delightful. His looks seemed more polished than during our marriage, but it was only natural. He was now the mighty CEO of Welch Med Industries after all. By his side was Kathrine Lacroix-Welch, whose dress was more sparkling than a cheap Christmas decoration sprinkled with three tons of glitter. She too stared at me wide-eyed, but unlike her husband's shocked expression, hers was filled with anger.

His hand gripped my waist possessively, sending an unmistakable message of who held the power in this room. Mr. Reed cleared his throat, trying to muster the courage to speak. "President Bermudez, we…uh, we were simply discussing the company’s losses and—" "I don’t recall asking for an explanation," Thiago cut him off, his eyes narrowing. "I asked who among you want my wifey to resign? Because in case you all forgot, I assigned Bridgette as the temporary CEO, and as long as I haven’t taken that from her, she will remain in that position. And none of you could order or stupidly petition her to resign. Understood?"

"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

Their wedding was probably a very private event, and it was not covered on the news; however, there is no mistake that the woman standing proudly on the stage right now is Kyle’s wife. “Don’t look so troubled. Elizabeth just took over as CEO. It’s like her trial period so it hasn’t even been publicly announced yet. Just like me, she’s following in her father’s footsteps,” Ace explained as he secretly reached for my hand. She’s not that much older than me and she’s already the CEO. If what Ace said is true, then she’s the only daughter of the pervious chairman of Chase Creatives. I stared at the woman who smiled confidently on the stage: Elizabeth Chase.

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."

The sound haunted me. It wasn’t often I saw Damian lose control. He was a man built on discipline and order, never giving an inch more than he intended to. But right now? He looked like he could destroy a city with his bare hands. His jaw clenched as he picked up the article again. I already knew the headline: “Young Intern Ruins CEO’s Marriage Callahan’s Wife Files for Divorce Amid Scandal.” And beneath it, in a smear of sensationalist trash, was Maddy’s name.

"If you manage to make my ex-fiancée cry at her own engagement party, there's a bonus in it for you." "How much of a bonus?" "Five hundred thousand." Sophia nearly choked. "You're willing to pay half a million dollars to make someone cry?" "I'm willing to pay half a million dollars to watch Isabella Whitmore finally get what she deserves." The name hit Sophia like ice water. Isabella Whitmore heiress, socialite, and the woman who'd been splashed across every society page for the past month as the future Mrs. Harrison Blackwell. The woman who'd broken her engagement to Ethan Cross five years ago when his family's empire crumbled.

“You don’t get to rewrite the facts. Elena *is* being ambushed by a sister she didn’t know existed, and a father who lied to both of them. If you expect me to profit off that, you’re in the wrong goddamn company.” Gerald slid a file across the table. “Then you leave us no choice.” My eyes dropped to the folder. Motion to remove Damien Cross as acting CEO due to executive misconduct and breach of fiduciary duty. The room was silent. “Either you publicly distance Crest Holdings from Elena and initiate protective litigation against her claims to company assets…” He looked up, calm and final. “Or we hold a no-confidence vote in forty-eight hours.” Elena: I hadn’t meant to be there.