Enticing Ceo's Chosen Bride Novels & Stories

The wedding came faster than anyone had expected. Every single bomb seemed to drop too quickly, leaving people no time to recover from the last. The first shock—that Mr. Alex had a fiancée—was the cake batter. Now, finding out that his wedding happened way too fast was another shock that baked the cake. And just when the world was still talking, the icing was placed: the bride they were all dying to know turned out to be his little secretary. People couldn't stop talking, of course. Their imaginations ran wild, thinking about all the indecent things that might have happened in the office.

She had heard about it from his mother and she was the one that had invited her because according to her, it was imperative, for her, the CEO's bride to be among the list of people that came to the company dinner party. Not being in attendance would raise eyebrows and that would also be their opportunity to introduce her to the world, she who was the wife of Niklas Eduardo. The man of the people. And to announce that he was no longer a bachelor and past the searching pool. She adjusted her lips to make the gloss that had been applied on them simmer. She looked so beautiful, she couldn't stop hailing herself nor falling for her beauty over and over again. "You look so beautiful Andrea, oh my.

“We’ll speak in the morning.” With a nod, she left. I called down to Henry, telling him to get her a cab and put it on my account. I got myself a scotch and sat down on the sofa, frustrated. Earlier, when I spoke, I made the snap decision to make Miss Elliott my fiancée rather than merely my girlfriend. It made my decision to leave Anderson Inc. all that more solid. It showed I was serious and ready for real commitment—something I felt Graham would value. It didn’t matter to me one way or another—girlfriend or fiancée—but to someone like Graham, it would. Girlfriend said temporary, replaceable. Fiancée implied permanency and trust. I was certain he would react favorably to that title.

Cecilia stood straight and tucked her hair, "You've always known what I want. I want to be your wife. I know that you still have some feelings for Madelyn, but time will prove everything. This thirty billion dollar is just the beginning. "In the future, you'll see that I was the best option to be your wife. No one understands you better than I do. We're both businesspeople who prioritize benefits. Feelings are optional for us. "I have time. I can wait." Cecilia was lost in her thoughts, 'Even though Zach's actions showed that he loves Madelyn, he repeatedly recommended me. In the end, he still prioritized this contract! 'Even though I ruined his wedding photoshoot with Madelyn, how could he

"Mr. Ross, people are staring. You need to leave the balcony before the press notices." "I am not leaving," Nathaniel said, his voice low and rough. "That is my wife. Those are my children." "I know," Julian replied quietly. "But if you storm the stage right now, you will only push her further away. Look at her. She is not the same woman who left the penthouse." Nathaniel's eyes never left Ivy. She finished her speech with calm authority, the kind that made boardrooms fall silent. The diamond on her finger flashed again as she lowered her hand.

And bitterness began to spread through my chest like a slow poison. Then came the news. It hit me when I wasn’t expecting it—just a stupid notification on my phone. A photo. A headline. Billionaire Heir Elliott Vale Marries Heiress Cecilia Monroe in Lavish Ceremony. I stared at the image for a full minute, blinking as if my mind couldn’t register it. Elliott in a tux, standing next to her, smiling that hollow smile I knew too well. She looked radiant. He looked… vacant. I wanted to tell myself it was fake, that it was for show, for business. But the ring on his finger looked real enough.

I said looking her in the eye, she shrugged and handed the woman her card. “Consider today a complimentary gift for what you’re doing as your job, you know, every bride gets presents” she winked at me and I shied back as she reminded me of the job I was supposed to do to pay my debt “now, leave these shoes, they’re ugly, we’ll get you your new walking shoes in a bit” ******************************************************************************************

Dora asked, but her husband didn't answer, as if he had tried telling her what was happening, Dora might have tried to cause a scene. Suddenly, the bride’s song was being played. Cathleen walked down the aisle with her head held high and a proud smile on her face. Despite being surrounded by guests in fancy attire, she stood out like a masterpiece in a room full of sketches. The strapless wedding dress hugged her slim frame perfectly, highlighting her alluring collarbones and curves. Every step she took exuded confidence and beauty, making it clear that she didn't need anyone to give her hand in marriage—she was already a masterpiece created by God.

Deal with what came after…after. They went downstairs. Her father was waiting in the grand foyer, ready to escort her to the marquee and give her away. He’d given her away when she was seven, Erin thought. Peter would never do that to Jack. She had to make this marriage work. Had to. A princess…a gut-wrenchingly beautiful princess. Peter’s heart started galloping as she walked down the aisle towards him. A surge of desire tightened his groin. His bride. The woman he’d wanted more than any other. But she wasn’t smiling.

Scrolling further through my phone I saw comments and posts I was tagged in; MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELOR OFF THE MARKET? What’d they mean by most eligible, I mean he was handsome but “mostly eligible?” CEO OF MAVERICK ENTERPRISES TIES THE KNOT. Of course I couldn’t marry someone a little less influential, I had to marry a celebrity. PLOY OR TRUE LOVE??! Who in their right mind would have a wedding with the love of their life in Vegas? Oh My God, I’m going to be dragged so hard I’ll loose all my hair, I lamented, my anxiety was starting to creep in right about now.