Enticing Ceo's Chosen Bride Novels & Stories

She looked so beautiful and smart in her white lace gown. After she got to the altar, she stepped aside and everyone looked at the door again. It was time for the Bride to walk in. The door opened again, and as it did, the music changed to a bridal chorus by the Church Orchestra. Elena’s eyes were watery as she walked in. The inside of the church looked exactly like what she had fantasized about her wedding. She looked at the altar and saw Drey staring at her. She felt so happy when she saw him smile widely at her as she approached.

"Acceptable... After all he is not so famous among the ladies. He likes to scare the shit out of them. Yesterday he asked a girl to shoot herself and prove that she is actually in love with him. Poor girl just came to confess but he made her fell on her face... By the way who is the new bride..." "It's her sister..." Richard answered. "she must be like Natasha..." Ace countered. "No she is kind of different. She is the CEO and has handled everything successfully. Smart and beautiful. No whore !..." He chuckled. "No whore?... CEO?... Smart ?... Fucking Awesome!" Ace looked impressed. "Yeah. I am actually happy, she is perfect for him... She wanted to talk to him before marriage but looks like

"Everyone in that ballroom knows exactly what this sudden marriage really is," Isabella continued, leaning casually against the marble counter. She looked entirely relaxed, as if she were thoroughly enjoying the encounter. "A desperate woman selling herself to the absolute highest bidder." "Is that what you think?" Elara asked. Her voice remained perfectly steady and calm, offering nothing that would give Isabella satisfaction. "It is what everyone thinks. You could not make it as a legitimate scientist, so you became a rich man's corporate acquisition. His latest shiny purchase. How much did that transaction cost him? Or was the payout just the platinum wedding ring?"

My father’s greed, my mother’s hope, Damon’s shadow hanging over it all. Hours later, Catherine appeared at my hotel. She swept in like she owned the air around her, and she wasn’t alone as usual. Another woman followed, a tall, elegant figure with perfect posture and a smile trained to charm. Once we were inside the limousine, Catherine gestured toward her. “Vivienne, this is Elise. She’s the designer and event planner handling everything for the wedding.” Elise reached for my hand, her grip soft but confident. “It’s a pleasure. I’ve worked with royalty, celebrities, heads of state… but I must say, a Langford wedding always carries its own weight.”

She was halfway out of the door when the large TV screen fixed on the wall suddenly flickered to life. The channel was already tuned to a business news broadcast, but at first, she didn’t pay attention. She took a few steps forward before the words from the newscaster pierced through her calm. “…and finally, the highly anticipated wedding between Mr. Adam Brooks, CEO of Brooks Enterprises, and Miss Barbra Scott, daughter of the renowned business magnate Mr. Denmark Scott, is set to hold on the twenty-third of this month…” Celine froze. Her hand tightened on the door handle as her heart skipped a beat. She turned slowly toward the screen, her eyes narrowing.

Then her smile widened, just slightly, and her next words dropped into the silence like a stone in still water. “I am aware of the nuptial binding that was supposed to happen between our late chairman and the CEO.” Her voice softened, almost reverent. “In respect and in memory of Celine Hayes… I will be getting married to the CEO.” The silence that followed was deafening. Gasps echoed across the room. Someone whispered Darren’s name. Darren himself stood frozen, the glass still in his hand, his knuckles white around the stem. Claire’s eyes widened in disbelief, while Ingrid’s lips curved just lightly, almost a smile, almost not.

Or will I spend the rest of my life pretending I’m okay with being sold for power? She kissed my forehead, ignoring my silence, and murmured, “You’re going to make a beautiful bride.” I wasn’t sure if she was trying to comfort me or herself. The ceremony was held in the grand ballroom of the Valenci estate—transformed into a cathedral of wealth and perfection. White roses cascaded from crystal vases. Violinists played as if the music could mask the coldness of it all. Guests filled the pews, dressed in silks and diamonds, murmuring praises, trading business cards, congratulating themselves more than the bride and groom.

Vera, seeing the look on my face patted my shoulder. "Dear, when you marry a rich and influential figure, there is no way to keep it out of the news. Deal with it," Rich and influential? "I think you got the wrong person, guys," I said, suddenly feeling relieved. Mae rolled her eyes again and whipped out her tablet. "Who is this?" she asked, thrusting it in my face. On the screen was a picture of me in my bridal dresses in a man's arms. We were looking into each other's eyes deeply, unaware of our surroundings. The picture had a caption: CEO of Fashion Goddess, Dante Di Benedetto, Caught On Camera With His Bride In A Bar.

Chen were astonished and looked at her; Ezekiel comes over to her and politely explains, "I simply sent your wedding gown personally to make it easier for you." “Isn't it obvious that I don't want to marry you? Please... quit pursuing things that will never happen,” she said passionately. “Bella! Stop talking nonsense!!” Mr. Chen yells at her and comes up to them, but his wife grabs his arms and pulls him back, whispering, "let them talk." “You have no choice but to be my bride,” he whispers into her ear, and she stomps to her feet, declaring, “I will never marry such a scheming guy like YOU!!!”

But something didn’t feel right. “What do you want in return?” she asked carefully. Adrian stood. Slow. Controlled. Powerful. Every step he took toward her made it harder to breathe. Then he stopped right in front of her. Close enough to make her pulse race. “Marry me.” Silence. Deafening. Emily blinked. “…What?” “A contract marriage. One year,” he said, as if discussing a business deal. “You will act as my wife in public. In return, your father is saved.”