Enticing Ceo's Chosen Bride Novels & Stories

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—”

The church bells rang softly, echoing through the grand hall as Olivia took her first steps down the aisle. She radiated beauty, her chocolate skin glowing beneath the delicate lace veil, her smile wide and bright, her eyes sparkling with dreams of forever. Each step was filled with excitement, her heart leaping at the thought that in a few minutes, she would finally be Mrs. Jack. Her mother dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief, her brother grinned proudly, and the guests leaned in, admiring the stunning bride. The air was filled with warmth and expectation.

“Coming.” She brushed past me, opened the door.. and there he was. Tall. Lean. Ridiculously handsome in a relaxed, effortless way. He looked like someone who’d walked out of a high-end campaign shoot. Light stubble. Dark hair. Sharp eyes. A lazy grin on his face. Carl Graham. I knew his voice before he even said anything. “Ah. There’s our bride,” he said, eyes landing on me. I blinked. My mind flashed back to the argument I’d overheard days ago. He’s not the one you were supposed to marry.

“Ava, my mother is on my neck to get married, your stepmother is maltreating you. Let's get married to be free from them.” “I…didn't tell you my stepmother is maltreating me.” My eyebrows furrowed in shock. “Oh, you didn’t need to say it directly. I understand when you told me about your late brother,” he said, his tone now calm. A contract marriage with my CEO wasn’t how I wanted to escape my stepmother's trap, but even at that, I began weighing my options inwardly. Ethan King was a cold-hearted boss, Alicia was a wicked stepmother, which of them would I be safe with?

It slipped from her grip and shattered on the marble floor, but she didn’t react. The news anchor’s voice echoed in the background. “…sources confirm the private civil ceremony took place yesterday afternoon. The bride has been identified as Mercy McKnight, recently appointed Special Adviser to the CEO…” “No.” The word came out as a whisper. She took a step backward. Then another. Her heel caught the edge of the rug and she almost fell, but she steadied herself against her desk. Her breathing became shallow. “This is fake,” she muttered. “This is some PR stunt.”

, Viper said smoothly, her eyes scanning the stunned faces below, “to announce our engagement” A thousand flashes of disbelief burst across the ballroom like fireworks. Applause trickled, then grew, uncertain but insistent. Powerhouses, shareholders, old allies, they smiled, they toasted. It was a merger wrapped in velvet and blood. Elena’s knees nearly buckled. This wasn’t love. This was war dressed in pearls. She slipped away from the balcony, and down the quiet corridor, her heels echoing against the marble. Her mind raced. Viper, now marrying Ambrose?

I hailed a taxi to get as far away as possible from him. Just as I was getting into the taxi, I realized that I had left in such a hurry that I didn’t have any money. The most valuable thing I had on me was a pair of earrings, so I decided to pay the driver with those. John had given them to me on our wedding day, and I had treasured them from that moment on, but now I couldn’t wait to get rid of them. As the taxi moved away from the house, I noticed that the driver had the radio turned on. When the news came on, he turned up the sound. To my amazement, there was a story announcing John and Willa’s engagement.

“Not only do I get my life back, on my terms, but I'll be receiving a very generous increase to my salary, wouldn’t you agree? The wife of the CEO has far more access than his executive assistant.” “But he is honoring you with his name when he could have just taken you to bed, like he did with Maven," he reminds me. "A man like McKaine wouldn’t marry lightly nor without encouragement." I hold my head back as my laughter rings through the cabin of the plane. “I can assure you, I gave him ample encouragement,” bending forward, I pick up the contract while also discreetly flashing the decolletage of my low-cut business dress, my hand keeping my breasts in place in a poor attempt to cover them.