Flash Marriage Ceo Spoils Me A Lot Novels & Stories

She may be good at crisis management, but she would also do anything for money. “The two-month phase was only the first step, Mr. Shanewood,” Vysper said confidently. “The second step would be your engagement announcement, if you didn’t go to the club last night.” That was exactly what I was talking about. One rotten tomato blah blah blah. It didn’t matter if I did something good.

“Haven't you already seen him?” “Where?” Quinn was confused. “I’m right in front of you.” Chase winked at her. After he said that, the two women’s eyes widened. Quinn then said in disbelief, “Chase, don’t tell me you’re Mr. Collins.” “Quinn, let me come clean to you. To be honest, I'm the CEO of La Fleur,” Chase said magnanimously. Quinn’s eyes were wide, and she was completely stunned. Suddenly, Elaine scoffed and said, “Say, Collins, can you please take a look at yourself before you spout such bold lies in front of us?"

] My eyes met Yvette's when I looked up, and I said to her slowly, "The wedding is off. You can start preparing for your company's bankruptcy." There was silence in the corridor. Yvette was taken aback but quickly snapped out of it as she noticed the screen of my phone. She burst out in shrill laughter when she saw the bright, red warning on it. "Bankruptcy?" She was laughing so hard that she was crying. She pointed at my nose, acting as if she had just heard the biggest joke in the world. "Are you hallucinating from the pain, Callum? Do you think you can scare me with a fake app that triggers a red pop-up? Who do you think you are? My company is about to get an IPO on Nasdaq, and is estimat

Nathalia screamed while the camera was pointing in their direction. However, Gabriel was unfazed even though he could feel his wife shaking under his embrace. “And if you don't recognize the man hugging her, that's my boss. Mr Gabriel Mondragon, the new CEO of M Corp!” the woman continued. Her voice was full of confidence as if she did something, not knowing she was just digging her own grave. Gabriel hated scandal, but it was different at the moment. He wanted to spread that live stream so fast and trend all over social media to let them know who that crazy woman taking their video was stepping on.

His eyes flickered to his classic onyx wristwatch and then back to my face, “You have just a minute left to answer me.” “Wait what? What the hell? I don’t know you or your name, and you want me to suddenly marry you? What the hell? Who does that? Are you insane? I-“ “I’m Dawson Briggs, and it’s a flash marriage. We could be on a contract if you’d like, the marriage could last a year or two. Long enough for me to get what I want, and for you to be well- not who you are.” I noticed the snarky tone.

“Kaelen… he reminded me of us when we were young. I got confused. But it’s always been you. I’ll plan fifty more weddings if I have to. Just give me another chance. I want to have your children.” Chances? I gave her fifty. She threw every one away. Once a cheater, always a cheator. I knew that now. “You’re dreaming,” I said, my voice steady. Then I walked out, got into a cab, and left. She ran after the car until she couldn’t anymore. I didn’t look back. After the restaurant fiasco, the story spread through the hospital like wildfire. The humiliation was acute, a sharp, public burn. But in its wake came a strange, quiet freedom. The pretense was over. I was just Dean, the guy with the specta

“Marry me.” Two words, one sentence. Straight to the point, without beating around the bush. One thing Vlora Anderson, a smart woman who worked as executive secretary to the CEO of Greatech, appreciated was getting to the point without unnecessary complications. She despised all things that were full of pretense. She preferred to get straight to the point without the fuss that could give anyone a headache. But this? “Marry me?” Oh, dear. Vlora could only freeze for a moment, staring at him. She wondered briefly if the man before her was sane.

Random purple dots float around, in my otherwise, clear vision. Is that normal? “I am glad Brian has finally been fired. I intend to celebrate this joyful occasion, plus it certainly help that my new boss is so fucking sexy,” she lets out a short dramatic sigh. “You already know that proper celebrations are in order; there is no getting out of this one. Club Ace's here we come!”

He led the way, and I hesitantly followed. Mathew led me through the back exit. A car was already waiting for us in the parking unit, different from the one through which we entered earlier. We hopped in, and he drove off. Goodness! I don't want to lose my job. My boss is on crazy ass jerk, and he wouldn't hesitate to fire me. My phone pinged with a text, and I quickly reached for it. A message in the company forum popped on the screen. 'Did you see the news? Ms. Orlando is married... To the CEO of MH group'

“Nothing serious. I just want to treat you to lunch. Because of you, I got the position of CEO at STY corporation. Dude, the way you exposed her, brilliant. You didn’t even flinch over the market fluctuation. But you know the stock will drop in three days, right? You’ll take a hit again. You already lost 50 million because someone leaked information. What’s your game, man? This isn’t like you.” “Don’t worry about fluctuations. I’ll inject capital if necessary. And I already have a piece of good news ready to divert public attention. As for 50 million, that’s not a big amount. I can donate more than 5 billion without it affecting Frasers or any of our companies.” “Damn… But you sound pissed.