Romans & histoires Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, Ceo

Unfortunately, he died before I even had the chance. I wonder who replaced him as the new CEO now. I heard it was someone related to him or something. I even sent emails but they have not yet been responded to. All these ran through my mind as I carried my briefcase out of the car and walked to the front door. I must act fast to save my business from falling, if not, Lily is going to make things more difficult for me. Ever since I married Lily, after divorcing her elder sister, Gina, sometimes our marriage is blissful and other times, it is war.

’ ‘Mel, it’s wrong to speak badly about the dead. ‘Says who? The goddess?’ I wasn’t there for their wedding but I sure as hell was not going to miss her first labor day. If she didn’t tell me about it, I would never speak to her again. We totally lost connection for months when Carissa’s father died, especially when she had been made to take over the company. She promised Mr. Watson that she would become the CEO when he died and I’m not surprised that the old hag was still making her do things as he decayed in his grave.

“I’m sorry. I just want what’s best for the baby, and you. Lance would have wanted that.” “I get that. But Lance also knew how I needed to make my own decisions, and he made room for that.” “I can do that. As a friend. If that’s what you want. I know it’s hard for you.” I take a deep breath. “I’m stepping down as CEO. Effective immediately.” He blinks. “Okay. That’s... sudden.” “It’s been amazing, and I think I was pretty good at it.” “You were great…” “But… I need to take care of myself for a while. And I can’t see myself coming back after… you know…” My voice tails off.

“You sign this. You become my wife for exactly one year. You play the part. You smile for the cameras. You attend the galas. You act like you adore me. In exchange, I wipe your father’s two-million-dollar debt. Clean slate. No interest. No penalties.” He paused. He let the weight of the offer sink in. He watched my face, waiting for me to break. “Option B: You walk out that door. You keep your pride. And by tonight, your father will be evicted from the ICU. His life support gets turned off because the hospital won’t accept his bounced checks. He dies alone. On the street. In the cold.” My breath hitched. I felt like I was drowning. The air in the room was too thin. I couldn’t breathe.

I told them about the divorce, sticking to the clean, publicly palatable reason, that Cary had had an affair. I omitted the minor detail that our entire marriage had been a contractual transaction from day one. I hastened to add the good news, hoping to soften the blow. ‘But I’ve got a new job with a big company, Velos Capital. And I’ve just been promoted. I’m the Chief Administrative Officer now, a proper C-level executive.’ I said it with a pride I hoped was convincing. ‘Very few people, let alone women, make it to that rank at my age.’

"It was an unavoidable sacrifice. But now that your position as the CEO is absolute, you don't need to suffer anymore. If you want to divorce her, I will mobilize my legal team to protect your maximum interests. It's not too late to fix the mistake I forced you into." The incredibly casual, clinical way he discussed disposing of my marriage made a dark, violent anger flare instantly in my chest. "You mean forced like you were?" I interrupted, my patience finally snapping. The words came out coated in a layer of absolute, freezing sarcasm. "Someone who treats marriage like a disposable corporate merger? Someone who arranges a union for business advantage and then casually suggests dissolving

The beautiful smile of her daughter was back on her face, and it was enough to make her happy. Meanwhile, "Sir, your father is on the phone. He wants to speak with you," said Devin as he handed over the phone. Inside the Sport-Utility Vehicle, sat Ethan Urkel, the Ceo of the biggest known company in LA, G&K industry. He was the eldest son of Old Mr Urkel. He wore a white pull neck and a blue suit that perfectly fit him, exposing his ripped body. He took the phone and exchanged few words with him before giving it back to Devin.

Immediately she entered, all eyes were on her. “Ah, our honorable CEO is here!” Came a voice from the farthest end of the table. It belonged to a fatty, who rose up, carrying his shoulder with pride upon seeing Ivory. “We’ve been expecting you, after all, we have a thing or two to talk about. But I’ll be generous and save everyone the trouble by speaking on their behalf. With the recent turn of event, your divorce,” he scrunched up his nose like it was something disgraceful. “We’ve all come to the conclusion that we refuse to have a CEO like you.”

“Handover, the Goven corporation in North city and it has to be under Susan’s name. It is the least that you can do after she has been a good wife to you for three years. Did you think that you can divorce her without any compensation?” “But my parents will kill me. The branch is doing well now and I don’t want to disappoint them since they have a future plan of handing it over to my brother.” he lamented.

The candlelight flickered between us, shadows stretching long and eerie against the polished mahogany table. My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out the soft classical music playing in the background. “What…?” My voice barely rose above a whisper. Adrian leaned back in his chair, his expression one of cool detachment. “I’m filing for divorce.” A slow, numbing chill spread through my veins. Divorce. The word echoed in my skull, too sharp, too foreign. I let out a weak laugh, shaking my head. “That’s not funny, Adrian.” “I’m not joking.” He picked up his wine glass again, swirling the liquid with practiced ease. “It’s time we go our separate ways.”