Romans & histoires Claiming My Possessive Ceo Husband

“How am I supposed to mind my business?” “I’m not in the mood for this,” Jake said, turning back to his drink with a scowl. “I know. You’re in the mood to sulk because your wife left you for a man like Anthony Jeffery.” She leaned in closer, her eyes glinting. “You know he’s a powerful man. It’s going to be nearly impossible to get her back.” Jake’s grip tightened on his glass until his knuckles turned white. “How the hell do you know that?”

Ugh, that word makes me cringe, especially since I've been doing nothing but eating and sleeping ever since I got here. Seems like the streets have finally accepted my proposal and I am going to get married to it for the mean while. I reach for my bag, get off bed open the wardrobe, I start dumping all my clothes plus the one he bought for me, everything into the box. When I am done, I stare around, hand on my hips still staring at the bag. I should steal money from Cade, just alittle at least to survive small and a lot of bread and some provisions I'd need another bag for that, I'd go into his room later and pretend to clean or I'll just wait till he falls asleep in the sitting room. I hav

What did that mean? She let out a laugh and flicked her cigarette, blowing smoke rings into the air. "Just joking!" she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. "Here's the deal," she said, her tone now completely serious. "If you agree to become the CEO's son's wife for the next twelve months, you'll become a millionaire." My jaw dropped open in disbelief. I must have heard her wrong. There was no way she was offering me what I thought she was offering.

My ring caught the sunlight, glinting like a challenge. Six years ago, they thought I’d fall. Tonight, they’d see just how wrong they were. And they’d do it from across a dinner table. With my son at my side. I know one thing for sure: they are probably going to ask about my husband. Who is he? Why haven't they seen him? And why haven't I introduced him to them as if I owe them anything? I will show them that they don't get to ask me questions; this is my life, and I am the CEO of it, not them.

That's right, I'd almost forgotten that my wife is the ceo of a million-dollars company. My agitation must have shown on my face as Roxanne chuckled. "Are you having cold feets now, Mr husband?" The old Jonathan would probably be having cold feet and the sheer thought of our class differences but now, all I wanted to do was spend the rest of my life with the woman I love. "Cold feets?. Me?" I let out a short laughter. "Not a chance in hell"

"What's to stop me? Back in school, you impersonated me, saying you were the rich daughter of a tycoon. Now, you're spreading rumors that my husband doesn't own this villa! You're asking for trouble!" Haley was seething with rage. Her face was twisted as she stormed up to me. Gritting her teeth, she threatened me, "Do you have any idea who my husband is? He's Joel Baumer, the CEO of Novalux Group! What makes you think you have the right to question him?"

He glances back at me, his eyes softening for a moment, before turning back to the crowd. “As of this moment,” he declares, “I have taken back my position as CEO of CypherEdge Dynamics.” The room erupts again, louder this time. Flashes, questions shouted over one another. I want to breathe, but I’m too busy clenching my teeth. “But I didn’t do this alone.” He turns to me, his gaze steady, and for a second, the world narrows to just the two of us. “I couldn’t have done this without my wife, Desiree Hart.”

Caroline immediately shook her head violently while crossing her arms over her chest. “Don't ever meet him, you will be made to smoke with his annoying behavior. I'm sure his wife must have been embarrassed by his annoying attitude." "So your client is a man?" "Hmm, that's a man. He's a CEO at a company— I don't know, I forgot and his wife is a model. At the beginning of the counseling session he had become arrogant by introducing himself as the CEO and husband of a super model of pride in the Chicago community. Unfortunately I didn't know who his wife was and never saw her on television. " Caroline sneered with emotion.

She quickly steered things in another direction. "But I know this wasn't my husband's fault," she said. "He's the CEO of York Group, worth billions. Women out there are always after his money, trying to get close to him. I bet that bitch went after him first!"

I was also now the new CEO of a multibillion dollar company. The applause was deafening this time. Damian squeezed my hand, a proud smile on his face. "Congratulations, Mrs. Moretti." I blinked back my tears. I knew this was going to happen sooner or later. But nothing prepared me for how I would feel about it. I was happy, but I was also scared. I was now a wife and a CEO, all in one day. From a doormat, to a Famous Billionaire CEO and the wife of Damian Moretti, heir to the Moretti Empire. Two of the largest and most powerful empires in the country.