Ceos Ugly Bride Novels & Stories

Bruce and I met two years ago on my trip to California to seal a deal; just like me, he had his father's company to run, but luckily he didn't need to be married. We settled at the VIP lounge, Bruce on the other end of the couch with a blonde woman on his lap. Bruce and I always came clubbing every weekend to get laid for a bit. It was something we did for fun, but today particularly was to drown myself in pleasure and forget all my father had told me. “Why didn't you ask that new P.A.?“ Bruce asked, taking a sip of vodka. He gestured to the blonde to go. I scoffed “That's crazy,” I said, dismissing the idea. “She doesn't look like that type; I doubt she'd agree to that,” I said, sipping the

I was never the wife. I got bored of the tv and grabbed my phone to scroll I*******m. I stumbled on all manner of thing including Susan’s vacation pics, then a blog headline stopped me cold. “BILLIONAIRE’S FAKE MARRIAGE EXPOSED: Damon Langford Paid Single Mom to Play Wife—Stole Her from Ex, Took Her Son Too!” I dialed Damon immediately but it went straight to voicemail again and again. My hands shook. Who knew? Who hated us this much? I was about to chuck the phone when Catherine started calling.

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."

Brad, he closed his mouth with his both palms and looked constantly at me. " So, what do you think Brad? Is the CEO of The Game Zone, ugly, scarred, big tummied old gig ?" Both me and Alex were smiling at him. This laughter was reserved for this day, for a very long time. Brad's face was watchable and, something like true bleaching of his face, pale and white...

"Sophia! You are TIME 30 Under 30! And Starlight is #1 independent luxury brand in US! You beat all the big names!" The cover was me in the red qipao from wedding, holding Stella who wore a tiny black velvet dress with a small star diamond — the third cut from the original $50M stone. Headline: *THE WIFE WHO ROSE — From Contract Bride to $100M CEO.* I laughed. "Mrs. Chen, it's not wife rises. It's ex-wife. CEO's ex-wife." Alexander pretended to be hurt. "Ex-wife? We married twice. Second time still counts."

she said into the microphones, her voice clear and merciless, "Montrose Holdings South Tower is now under my ownership” The crowd erupted. Reporters shouted questions. Investors whispered into phones. Somewhere in the chaos, her father would be watching. So would Viper. And so would her godmother, Isadora Montrose; Queen Regent of backroom deals and sharp smiles. Elena didn’t flinch. She signed the final acquisition document on camera, the ink still drying when the first push notification hit the news cycle. "Montrose Heiress Buys Out Family Holding in Ruthless Power Play. Is Elena Crest the Viper Slayer?"

I said, pointing at the floor. I pointed at the photo of Zara and the young man and continued, "That woman is my wife." The crowd fell silent for a moment before they burst into laughter. "Where did this crazy pauper come from? Did he go insane from thinking about money too much?" "Are you blind? That woman is Mr. Alan Barrington's wife. She's the CEO of Apex Group! She would never be attracted to a pauper like you. Stop dreaming!" What was going on?

“My very generous donation.” She had the grace to look embarrassed. “I told you, I had no idea what someone in your financial bracket would consider generous. When Laura was talking about it, one of the other women was a little catty and said she wouldn’t consider anything under a thousand generous.” She shrugged. “Before I realized what I was saying I had blurted out you had donated five thousand. It certainly shut her up.” “I bet it did. And it’s fine. Except, you owe me, so I get one real-fake marriage license.”

Vincenzo Moretti, a man whose indulgence and lack of vision had nearly bankrupted the company a decade ago, smiled with a satisfaction that Lorenzo felt an urge to erase with a single blow. "Lorenzo, my nephew," said Vincenzo, leaning back in the leather chair. "You've turned this company into a formidable machine, I admit. But the statute is clear. Without a properly registered marriage maintained for at least one year, your shares remain in the custody of the board, where I and the other members have veto power. And the new expansion guidelines for Asia... well, they seem too risky for a man who can't even keep a woman by his side." Lorenzo sat at the head of the table, placing his hands o

, All the Gracefield Cosmetic Company is the company owned by the late Furgos Gracefield and then handed over to Gilbert Gracefield, who was the father of the three girls and Andrew and the husband of Cecil. The company deals in different brands of cosmetics used almost everywhere in the country. The company is worth about ten billion dollars, of which it has branches all over the country. Macrina, the first daughter, was promoted to the president of the company after the terrible accident their father had last year which left him crippled. She is the only one running the family’s business with the help of her mother, who is the CEO of the company.