Novel & Cerita Enticing Ceo's Chosen Bride

Michelle had arrived. She wore a red evening gown and a soft, calm smile as she walked into the hall with effortless grace. Michelle's figure was delicate, her skin pale and smooth, like an angel who didn't quite belong in this world. While everyone stared at her in awe, I snapped back to attention, smiled gently, and announced with a loud voice, "Everyone, my bride will be Michelle Cooper, the CEO of Cooper Corporations!"

A handful of people were present, Helena, Camille and Sebastian’s parents. The man standing before me was Sebastian Carvers, an award winning and successful CEO of his father’s company. He was nothing like what the blogs described, he was not the warm, accommodating and nice billionaire they portrayed him to be. Behind my veil, I could see his rigid posture, the way his muscles flexed underneath his suit like he was ready to punch a hole in the wall. Every part of him was cold and nothing about him was warm and inviting. “You may kiss the bride.” The priest declared and my entire body stiffened as my soon-to-be husband took a step closer in his custom made suit that clung to every part of hi

she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."

Aria knew exactly what this meant. Victor desired her company for the entire night. Soon, the door opened. Victor appeared in the doorway, wearing a loose bathrobe. His piercing green eyes locked onto her with a predatory gaze. Aria’s heart skipped a beat, but she forced a smile for the sake of the 70,000 dollars commission. “Monsieur Laurent, sorry to disturb you,” she said, stepping into the presidential suite. Victor shrugged and flashed her a smile. “Ms. Hale, I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Then you become my wife in public. In private, you become a protected asset.” “I’m not an asset,” I snapped. His expression didn’t change. “Everyone is an asset to someone. The question is whether you choose the terms.” I hated that he made it sound logical. Jared’s iPad chimed. He glanced down, then up. “Sir, the press is asking about the fainting incident. And… about Miss De Vera.” My blood went cold. “What did they post?” Adrian asked. Jared turned the iPad toward me. A gossip headline: Nursing scholar seen with CEO Valezco — new girl?

"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." "What daughter? I heard she was found in some backwater place—the unwanted one. Otherwise, why would they give her this 'opportunity'?" The current head of the Russell household, Rupert's uncle Cruz Russell, maintained a serious expression throughout, seemingly indifferent to the wedding. After the tea ceremony, Diana used her last ounce of strength to push open the door to the bridal chamber. She slammed it shut, blocking out everything beyond. The room was dark, heavy curtains blocking the evening light.

Natasha “I can't believe it!” The CEO screamed. “I never heard rumors of Mr. Bruce dating someone. This is so sudden.” “I know, right? I never knew until he brought her home and told me she's the one he wants to marry,” Abigail replied excitedly. “If it's your granddaughter-in-law, these wedding dresses won't suffice. I don't think any of these will suit your refined taste,” the CEO said. I had a feeling she said that just to impress Abigail.

“Say the word and it’s transferred. I need someone I trust, someone who won’t actually fall for this guy—” “You think I’m that emotionally constipated?” “Kaelia,” she said, sweetly, “you cried over a lost kitten commercial last week.” Fair point. “But this guy is loaded. Parents want to merge empires or something. If I tank the dinner, they’ll stop trying to marry me off like I’m in some kind of corporate Cinderella.” I looked at the rent notice. Then at the fridge. Then at her. “Thirty grand?” “Yup.” “Outfit, wig, dinner at the fanciest rooftop restaurant in the city?”

he said. “What do you mean you can’t do this?” She asked “This union. The whole arrangement” he stated. “It seems wrong.” Victoria’s flawlessly formed eyebrows raised. “Wrong?” she inquired. “You’re telling me it’s wrong that you’re engaged to a woman from a respectable family?” “Yes,” he said firmly. “Bridget is not who you believe her to be.” Victoria sighed. “And who specifically do you think she is Carson?” She asked “She is a woman who spends her nights in clubs, who drinks excessively and who doesn’t care about anything serious.” He said.

Elaina showed thumbs up to the couple, Pihoo and Aiden. Pihoo, the radiant bride, exuded timeless beauty and charm in her Western wedding attire. Her white gown was a masterpiece of lace and satin, adorned with delicate beading and a flowing train that trailed gracefully behind her. A veil framed her face, adding an air of mystique to her look. Her hair was elegantly styled, and her makeup highlighted her natural features, making her a vision of bridal perfection.