Ceos Ugly Bride Novels & Stories

"Out of the thousands of girls who admire me, Mom had to choose one of the least attractive ones as my bride? Even our housemaids are more captivating than that girl." Today, when Mason laid eyes on the photograph of Isabel Forbes, the girl destined to become his wife in a matter of days, his world turned topsy-turvy. He discovered that Isabel didn't fit his narrow definition of beauty; she had a skin condition called leukoderma. In contrast, Mason, a 27-year-old bachelor from Florida and the handsome younger son of wealthy industrialist John Williams, embodied the epitome of perfection, capturing the hearts of countless girls. Accepting an imperfect and unattractive girl as his wife seemed

“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.”

“I was just…” “You were just about to make a fool of yourself." My mother interrupted. "Callum, you don't even show concern about this arrangement. You’ve got to treat your bride with respect. Do you understand me?” I clenched my jaw, tightening my fist at the sides. “Respect? For her?” I scoffed. “Yes, respect.” my mother said firmly. “This marriage is bigger than you, Callum. This is about our family and if you can’t handle that, maybe you’re not as mature as I thought you were.”

The requirements were clear, detailed, and completely outrageous. A thirty-day deadline. A biological heir. A marriage requirement. The loss of ownership of one of the largest hotel empires in the world. By the time she reached the final page, she lowered the documents and simply stared across the desk at Ethan. For several seconds, she couldn't find the right words. There were probably dozens of appropriate legal and professional responses to what she'd just read, but none of them came to mind. "Your grandfather was insane." Ethan leaned back in his chair and released a humorless laugh.

“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...”