Novel & Cerita I Became A Doll To My Ceo

DENISE CARSON'S POV "Why can't This be solved. F**k Enemies, I can't stay at home and do Nothing!" "Denise why do you have to be So ignorant" I looked at Fabian angrily. This is The painful part of it all. My protection. People want me dead. Why?...Cause being The CEO of DMC media is quite frustrating...and As every CEO you make enemies without realising them. It doesn't quite add up though, First it was a Gunshot, Then someone tried to Run me over, Waking up and going out just to be threatened with a laser light on your suit. My life is Complicated.

Orla sits on the wheeled office chair and smiles to herself as she makes it rotate in excitement. The whole thing still seemed funny to her, a few weeks back, she was a slut in a brothel and today, even without the right qualifications, she was working as a personal assistant to the current CEO of a billion dollar company, and the best part of it was that he was her mate.

As her mother's health declined, Lily saw an opportunity. She went to the company, pretending to be concerned about her mother's health, and told them that she would be taking her mother's place as a janitor. The CEO, Xavier, was kind and considerate, sending regards and money for her mother's health. But Lily's intentions were far from pure. She used the money to buy more drugs, ensuring her mother's illness would persist. Before that, she had attempted to shoplift the drugs from a pharmacy but was caught. Determined to carry out her plan, Lily gathered enough money to buy the drugs. Finally, she started working as a janitor, taking her mother's place.

"A phased approach could work, provided we establish clear benchmarks for each phase. I’ll have my team draft a timeline to ensure we stay on track." The room murmured in approval, and Sky felt a flicker of relief. For a moment, she thought the meeting might proceed without incident. But just as the tension began to dissipate, Charles leaned forward, his tone shifting to one of casual pride. "Before we proceed any further, I’d like to introduce someone very important to me. My daughter, Abigail, just returned from studying overseas. She’s brilliant—top of her class at Stanford—and she’s been preparing to take a more active role in the company. In fact, she may even take over as CEO in the ne

he continued. "Sorry for the inconvenience, my name is Clyde Louis Contreras, and I'm 24 years old," Clyde introduced while Mortani closed her eyes and listened to his panty dropping voice. "His voice makes my knees weak," she thought. It was the first time she had experienced something like that, even with Ely. "Tani, introduce yourself to him," Grandpa Tassio said.

The picture had a caption: CEO of Fashion Goddess, Dante Di Benedetto, Caught On Camera With His Bride In A Bar. I gasped. Fashion Goddess, as in the company where I worked? The clues came together in my mind and I felt the blood drain from my face. Seriously? I spent the night with my CEO? As if things weren't awkward enough, a gentle knock sounded on the door, followed by a gentle voice. "Mr. Benedetto summons Mrs. Benedetto to his office," the voice said. Vera, Mae and the others clapped me on my shoulders and ohhed. Panic shot up my spine. Mrs. Benedetto?

She extended her hand, hehe of course there is no need for her to take some letters to join the company — it's her husband's company—but she wanted all things to be official; it's her simplicity. He takes out the appointment letter and hands it over into her palm before closing her fist and looking at her with a smile on his lips. "You don't need an appointment letter, baby —you're the headmistress of the company." She laughed in response while nodding her head. "Yes, my husband is the CEO of the company, but I want to learn from you like everyone else, so in the office, I am your employee, boss!" She said this while saluting him and making him laugh.

"Hi, you! Go get me some cold juice," Miranda ordered Ella, who hurriedly walked away from Ella in the swimming pool. Miranda sat chewing some gum while pressing her phone. She just created an I*******m account some days back and she had some influx of followers already. Especially since her profile stated that she was the fiance of the Young CEO and the daughter of the director of the powerful company in Denver. She ensured for the past few days she took impeccable pictures to post on her I*******m account and this boosted her ego more.

Cassian paused, his grip still on the door, staring down at me with a chilling intensity. Tears pricked my eyes, but I didn't care anymore. The rockstar was dead. "I don't care about the money anymore. I don't want the fame," I whispered, my voice breaking as I prepared to sign away my humanity. I took a deep breath, looking straight into his cold soul to finish my sentence. "I just want you to take me in... even if you treat me like a dog."

I was out of the hospital, and that was progress. Shortly after my mom joined in to watch the news, the reporter's info dump struck us unaware. At first, I wasn’t even paying attention. Some political scandal, another politician denying allegations. I was half-listening, half-lost in Abigail’s soft giggles as she played with my hair. Then I clearly heard his name. “The biggest music record label CEO, popularly known as CEO Dante, is currently under investigation by the board of directors for fraud and embezzlement of company funds.”