Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, Ceo Novels & Stories

charity case with a tragic love story. He gave me two black cards. Told me I could live lavishly for the next three centuries if I wanted. Said he transferred enough wealth in my name that I could buy a new country if I get bored. Said I’d earned it. But that's assuming I’ll even live long enough to hit forty or live to reach hundred mortal-wise. I don’t care about any of it. He’s the new CEO of Harrington & Vale now. He wears tailored suits and answers calls I used to screen. And yet he sent me groceries yesterday like I’ll remember how to cook like a functioning adult.

Alex made some calls I was not aware of, calls to men who were in his debt, debts repaid in blood. And I? I composed my own obituary. Sophia Carter. CEO. Controversial. Unyielding. Found unconscious after she fell at an elite function. Cause: undetected heart anomaly. Family requests privacy. It would run on all the big networks before the sun came up. By sunup, the world would believe I was dead. And my enemies would think they'd won. Perfect. I lay back in the ambulance, the IV in my arm a half-truth. My pulse was slowed by the sedatives that Bellion made me take to keep my vital signs down.

Fed ran his hands through his hair and stormed off. Miller Corporation had a private elevator set for its CEO. Christian Miller stood facing the elevator doors, his reflection in the glass seeming displeased. "Half an hour from now, you have a onlie meeting. Mr. Carlos would like to discuss this year's collaborations with you. Then there’s a briefing from the marketing department...," I began. "Bernice Stephen," he turned abruptly, cutting me off, "if you decide to divorce, you should make it quick." I was taken aback by his blunt words, "W, Well... I will... I believe now it’s time to work."

I said before I ran a hand through my hair and leaned back against my seat. Tyrell quickly opened the envelope and looked shocked the moment he realised that it was the divorce papers that I had personally asked my lawyer to draw up this past month. “You want a divorce? Under what circumstances?” Tyrell asked, with his tone a little more louder than before. I stood up from my seat and looked down at both father and son who looked equally surprised. “Well as you already know, my father has recently made me the CEO of his company which means I no longer need to stay in this fake marriage or this house for any longer then I have done so already” I said nice and clearly.

Jeremy seemed to calm down after hearing my words. “I’ll agree to the divorce,” he said slowly, “but I won’t leave with nothing.” He turned to look at me cunningly. “After your father died, I’ve been the one running the company. Do you really think it would be where it is today without me?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Today? Are you seriously unaware of how your scandals have dragged the company through the mud? Ask the shareholders. Do you think any of them still want you as CEO?”

People began saying he built the empire. It never bothered her, because she believed what was hers was his and what was his was hers. That was the marriage she thought she had signed up for. She opened the folder, the wording was clean and polished. It stated that due to “ongoing health conditions,” She would voluntarily step down from operational authority. It transferred key patents to a subsidiary under Adrian’s direct control. It framed the divorce as mutual and respectful. It was legally flawless and emotionally empty. “Does he think I cannot recover?” Sabrina asked quietly.

I know my late daughter-in-law wouldn’t want you to suffer like this. So, I decided before the company is handover to you to be the C.E.O, you must get married. Have a wife to take care of you and love your daughter as her own. I give you a deadline of three months unless my company should become a public enterprise. Every necessary document to enforce this is with my lawyer. I really hope you’ll head and at on this last request of this dying old man. Always remember I love you and your siblings very much. Take good care of my lovely sweetheart Rowene when I’m gone. I love you all.

"Who knows, I'd have married you instead." I cleared my throat. James was becoming annoying, but I knew I needed him to be able to get my company back on its feet. That way, I could divorce Alex. If he became more annoying, I'd have to let him go because my peace of mind was what mattered most. I began to manage the company and attend meetings at age sixteen, and at eighteen, I was made CEO. My dad was still the chairman and was running almost all the affairs underground. Hearing that the company would go bankrupt broke me, and that was the only reason I was still here. I'd have disappeared after hearing I'd marry on a contract marriage.

The hair on the nape of my neck stiffened, my face reddened, and a sheen of sweat broke on my face, dragging my hands through my hair repeatedly, I paced about, scoffing. "Cheryl, I know that this sounds insane, and-" "Of course, it's insane, and you girl- are crazier than this bizarre idea of yours." Flailing my hands in the air, I rolled my eyes. "This is probably the last thing you would ever want to consider, but, it might also be the only solution to the problem at hand. Look, if my guess is correct, you'll get a divorce immediately after Russell Walker becomes the CEO of Tyler and Walker Corporation and if you can get married as soon as possible, this should not take more than a few mo

I’ll keep my end of the marriage agreement so you can get your inheritance when your father dies. Chelsea had no choice but to stay married to his cheating, lying ass. Catherine had her estate planning department go over the prenuptial agreement with a fine tooth comb. It was as tight as a drum per Catherine’s words. If Chelsea tried to divorce Derek before his father dies and before the year period after his death goes by, Chelsea would forfeit her trust fund to Derek. Her father would hit the roof it that happened.