Eleven Months As My Ceo's Wife Novels & Stories

At twenty-seven years old, they were consistently breathing down her neck to get married, or at least bring someone home. She could remember the chilling words from her mother that day “Brenda your relentless pursuit of a career is absurd. You’re never going to be anything more than just a wife, the earlier you realize this and stop pursuing your empty dreams, the better it’ll be for you, else you’ll wake up one day and realize that you’ve wasted your life pursuing something you could never have"

she asked I angrily banged the door after I got in, I ignited the car and stared at her, waiting to hear what she had to say "I know you are upset about what I did back there but I was only trying to protect myself. I am your father's wife, I love your father and I love you too, I don't want us to run into any trouble or draw unnecessary attention" she said "Will you stop with these stories, we are fucking rich and famous, I'm even surprised no one recognized me as the CEO'S son" I replied

"That woman is from a disgraced family that moved to the slumps, what, seven, eight years ago? Anyway, watch her." Her son nodded. His eyes drifted to his stepmother clapping in excitement. Caroline Greenland was how Hunter Greenland Introduced her half a year ago. She seemed to talk nonstop to her husband, who only nodded. Kenny took a drink from his brandy, watching her every move. Georgina scoffed. It seemed like she wanted to say something else but stopped as both of them became distracted by Sher re-entering the room through a separate door. Sher walked up to Master Harmony and handed him the contract. He read through it pretty quickly for a man going up in age.

Everyone was there except for Celine. “I have gathered you all today concerning my wife. Yes, I am married to Celine, who is the head of a team in this company. You all know Celine—she’s a go-getter, an intelligent lady. I did not marry her because she seduced me; matter of fact, I feel insulted that you all think of me as a man who is easily swayed by a lady. Celine was long divorced before she and I got together, and she got promoted before I even knew of her existence. Yes, one month to you all might seem like a small timespan between her divorce and my marriage to her, but to me, it’s the longest one month of my life. She is my everything, and I love her.”

She tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat. Emily's expression was cold, her eyes flashing with anger. "I don't know what kind of game you are playing, but I assure you, Mrs. Linda Smith is the CEO's wife. They have been married for over three years." Rachel's mind was reeling. Three years? That was impossible. She and Matthew had been married for six months. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her, and she thought she might pass out. She gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, trying to hold on to reality.

I adore our mornings," she panted. "I adore our forevers," he panted in return. And so it was, in the crumby nest and warmth and kisses, that they were swept into the most gentle hush—the kind only between soulmates. A Monday morning, just one week into marriage, and already Eliana Thompson-Wolce was CEO-in-chief. Power heels. Sleek ponytail. Designer blazer. She grasped the head of the long glass conference table, her team seated around her with tablets and spreadsheets, discussion of quarterly marketing projections in overdrive.

I never thought it was a problem. I approached the receptionist. "I'm here to see my husband," I said. She raised an eyebrow. "Who?" she asked, looking disgusted. "The CEO," I replied. She chuckled. “Our CEO?” I nodded, my patience wearing thin. She adjusted her glasses as she leaned forward. She was a lady in her mid forties. “Ma’am, firstly our CEO isn't married and also our CEO is out of town." I stared at her, confused. "What? That's impossible. I saw him this morning." I wasn't bothered about the fact she said he wasn't married, she must have assumed because she has never seen me.

“Good for her.” I stood at the foot of the bed and looked at my wife typing like I had just told her something mildly interesting about the weather. “That’s all you have to say?” “What would you like me to say?” Elena said “Elena, that is my ex. The woman I was with for six years. And she is now with my biggest competitor.” I set the phone on the dresser. “Three weeks after our wedding.” Elena’s typing slowed. She looked up at me with an expression I was becoming familiar with. The one that meant she was choosing her words carefully because she had decided the direct version would cost too much.

Alec recorded a video himself where he said Goodmorning every one. My name is Alec Thomas. Some of you may know me and others don't. Am the current ceo of Thomas group. And am here to clarify the rumors spread about my wife. My wife and l met two years ago and fellow in love with each other. At that time neither of the two of us where married or had any partner.So it's ridiculous for miss Linda to call my wife a mistress when she clearly knows every thing.

A woman greeted and invited me to sit on one of the chairs at the head of the table. I declined. I had no shares or position in the company. So, I chose to stand. There were only enough seats for the invited participants. The door opened, and the people we were waiting for arrived. Farrell, Eleanor, and Dorothy entered with their arrogant faces. None of them belonged here. Eleanor was only Arnold's widow, Dorothy had no shares in the company, and Farrell was CEO because he was married to Camari, a position he no longer held since divorcing her.