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Those rich wives didn't like their privacy invaded. "Good morning, Heather," Faye greeted. She quickly approached me. "What's going on? Why are they suddenly talking about your father's company?" she asked worriedly. "I think this is Darcy's way of clearing her name." I entered my office. "You mean she did it to get her and Cullen's relationship approved?" she guessed. I nodded. "I don't understand. Wasn't she never mentioned as the reason the company went bankrupt?" "Even so, she was still the CEO when the company collapsed." I placed my bag on the table and sat on my work chair.

“Wow, just wow, Nathan. While I’m facing backlash for what happened at the restaurant yesterday, you’re here playing house with her.” Nathan looked just as confused as me, she grabbed her phone from me and pointed the screen at me. It was a video of Sophia’s crash out at the restaurant with people captioning it as the ‘Crazy supermodel who had a breakdown at a restaurant.” I grabbed her phone and scrolled down. It was a video taken at a far angle, but you could clearly see it was the time when Nathan kissed me on my forehead. It was captioned that the CEO of Cross Global Enterprise has a soft spot for his wife.

At eight o’clock, Daniel Murphy drove them to Xavier’s company building, which stood proudly at the center of Florence, exuding an aura that matched its owner’s reputation as a top businessman. As Aria was about to get out of the car, Xavier abruptly tossed a document her way. “There’s a cocktail party tonight, attend it on my behalf. If you can get Victor Laurent to sign the contract, you’ll receive a 70,000 dollar commission,” he instructed. Aria was stunned by the offer. She stared at the contract in her hand in shock, as if it were a ticking time bomb. She knew this was a really tough job. Victor Laurent, the CEO of Florence RT Foreign Enterprise, was bisexual and infamous for his abusiv

A global fashion icon and founder of an international brand. Every fashion magazine and blog had my brand name on it. I was no longer the broken and helpless girl who had cowered out of the city after losing everything. Now I was untouchable and ready to face the ghosts of my past. Lucia continued working on her tablet, then suddenly she froze “There's something you should know,”Lucia said carefully. I turned to her. “What?” She hesitated for a moment before speaking. “The largest shareholder in Moretti Luxe Group is…Ethan Dexter.”

"Tell me it’s not true. Please." Charles looked away. "I'm sorry." Her father snapped, "Nonsense. Why are you sorry? You had every right." Beatrice's anger flared. "And I’m her mother! I also have rights. That document means nothing without my signature. I haven’t signed anything. Go to Mr. Lipton and tell him the marriage is off." The room fell silent. A sudden laugh echoed through the house. Beatrice turned. Her father-in-law was laughing, loud, uncontrollable, almost manic.

"Every major investor, camera crew, and board member in the city will be in that ballroom. The board demands that you publicly debut your new bride. You need to walk her down that red carpet. You need to smile, hold her hand, and act like you both are deeply in love to clear the air. You have to prove to the world that she is happy to be Mrs. Kingsley." My throat tightened. The phone felt like a block of lead in my hand. "She cannot do that, Marcus," I said, my jaw clenching. "She has to," Marcus said coldly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "If she does not show up on your arm tomorrow night, the investors will assume the rumors are true. They will dump their shares, the stock will c

Everyone! The largest tech and real estate company in the state… and one of the biggest corporations in the country. My mother built that?! Mo way! I let out a hysterical laugh… “No. this is some kind funny joke, right?” The look on Aunt Hilda face showed she wasn’t joking.. “No?” “No. She was the CEO of the company until eighteen years ago..” Aunt Hilda leaned in closer to me, taking my hand and looking me in the eye. “You’re mother…Catherine Estrada…was a multi billionaire.”

Oh well, as if I could still say no to that, I already signed the agreement. I am MoonLeigh Fuentes, and because of poverty, I agreed to marry my cold-hearted boss and eventually become his wife without even thinking if I would regret that choice in the end. Without knowing that it would change my life forever.

They were going to leave, but the Mayor had something else he wanted to talk about. "Congratulations on your marriage. I see you have found a diamond in another place as well." The Mayor looked at Spencer, who was dressed in a dark green velvet gown, decorated with golden flower embroidery. Her shiny raven-colored hair flowed down to her waist . The Mayor watched her with much admiration. He found her more beautiful than his own wife and that made him jealous of Kristof. Even more, than he already was. He was the Mayor! However, Kristof was wealthier, more powerful, and had a better-looking lover.

Elaina showed thumbs up to the couple, Pihoo and Aiden. Pihoo, the radiant bride, exuded timeless beauty and charm in her Western wedding attire. Her white gown was a masterpiece of lace and satin, adorned with delicate beading and a flowing train that trailed gracefully behind her. A veil framed her face, adding an air of mystique to her look. Her hair was elegantly styled, and her makeup highlighted her natural features, making her a vision of bridal perfection.