Novel & Cerita Enticing Ceo's Chosen Bride

The woman asked him, politely while trying her best to keep her professionalism. “No, my bride has already selected this on her own for our wedding,” he said, but his words completely befuddled that woman. His bride? She saw him making the payments and grabbing that gown before he turned around and left but that woman continued to gaze at his retracting figure because her head continued to repeat his words. ‘No, my bride has already selected this on her own for our wedding…….’ Did his bride have already seen this gown but how when Ezrene Soler was the very first and only person whom she had shown this wedding gown?

" I dug my fingernails into my palms as my heart throbbed painfully. In the room, I looked around the crowd of mocking faces and perfectly understood that this was a scene specially staged by Adeline and Tracie, all to make me the laughingstock of Crisea and please Everett. They were certain I would flee like a coward, but I wasn't going to let them have it their way. I walked up, knelt on one knee before the bride, and pulled out a ring. "Will you marry me?" For a moment, dead silence fell over the room before Adeline's rage and Tracie's panic followed. Adeline rushed forward and yanked me up. "Have you lost your mind, Aston? Are you serious about marrying a widowed fishmonger?

Sure. I left feeling like I had just won the lottery, then used part of the money to pay our rent—quietly, without telling Grandma. The next day, we went all out. I got to wear the most stunning wedding gown, white lace and satin that made me feel like a Disney bride. The photos were perfect. The headline wasn’t. CEO OF CALDWELL HOTELS, ETHAN GOT MARRIED TO THE GIRL HE IMPREGNATED TO SHOW HIS RESPONSIBILITY.

"Lexie Shay Dillon, do you take Zheme Mardruk Algae for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" Lexie looked towards Zheme, hands nervously squeezing his. "I...I do." "You have declared your consent to the church." The priest clasped both his hands behind his back, a pleasant yet hardly noticeable smile on his lips. "You may now kiss the bride." Zheme was the first to lean in, plump lips crashing onto Lexie's with a gentle passion. Her lips were as soft and as moist as ever and just like Zheme's they moved with a slow and delicate tendency.

she cracked as I just watched. "I'll do it but I need to get something out of it" "Thirty million dollars, a house and a car. With this you don't need to beg" "Hmm deal, so where do I sign?" she asked. Fuck..I was expecting her to beg or whine maybe cry for hours but this girl is ready to sign. It's a good thing at least I'll get married soon enough "This place tomorrow we are getting married" I stated. Brianna's POV.

"Christy..?" "I need..." A ring phone rang out and it was Xinping's, she took out her phone and excused herself, 'I hope it won't be like last time where she would leave,' Christy thought to herself, Suddenly she saw the people in the restaurant in chaos as the ceo of the company Christy had wanted to work in came in with his also handsome secretary.

Both of us sitting there without saying a word is probably one of the most awkward moments in my life. He suddenly stood up from the chair and walk around the desk, he stood in front of me and placed his hands on both side of my chair handles. “Everything will be rushed miss Davis, firstly the wedding will be in two days time or better still four days time, it will be a private ceremony that consist of about 10 people. and by the way you're practically now my fiance, you need a ring to be able to convince the media that we are really engaged.” he said and deep his hand inside his pocket then brought out a small box.

Aria’s POV I've been standing at this door for 10 minutes now knocking, What’s taking her so long? She’s meant to be ready by now. “Alexa?” I called out. “Are you ready?” She didn’t answer, that was strange. Today was her wedding to none other than Nathan Cross, the CEO of Cross Global Enterprise. My whole family has been planning this for months, down to the last detail. Reporters were invited along with celebrities and other rich businessmen. My father basically invited the whole of Manhattan to watch his favorite daughter get married to a hot shot business man.

They looked perfect together in the grainy shot, just as they did now, standing in the center of the room under the crystal chandelier while guests whispered about how the CEO of Wilder Tech had finally found his match. ​"They really do look like a power couple, don't they?" a woman in a silk dress murmured to her friend just inches from me, and the other woman nodded while sipping her drink, adding, "It's a shame about that girl he's actually married to, the one who tricked the grandmother into the match, because you can clearly see who he actually belongs with."

“Groom: Rafael Vittorio Ricciardi. Bride: Alessandra Marino.” The sound of the air conditioning suddenly became too loud. I was still sitting in the same chair. Still holding the same mug. I could still see Washington’s thin rain staining the window behind my laptop. Rafael. Vittorio. Ricciardi. My right hand tightened against the desk. My nails pressed lightly into the wood. I didn’t notice until the small sting reached me. “Can you imagine the press? That European dynasty? It’s like… Succession, but richer and older. And we—”