La Esposa Ciega Del Ceo Novels & Stories

“We are sisters, so I will forgive your childish behavior today. You might not be so lucky next time though.” Nearby, the faint murmur of conversations filled the room and Clara raised her voice much louder, visibly embarrassed. “So, this lady here happens to be the wife of the disabled CEO that we all know, Alejandro, and…” Just before she could finish her statement, someone murmured from behind. “Is that… Alejandro Mendoza?”

I halt right there, looking at the source of that high-pitched yet whispered voice. My gaze falls upon an employee as she holding a cup of coffee in her grip. Opposite her stands another girl in a formal cream-coloured attire and I can't recognize her. I was never interested in knowing about her if I need to, I will surely get a file of her. “Of course! Her ankle is badly injured. The boss told me she'd need another day rest at home,” the other one replies, her voice instantly recognizable to my ears. Siya. The one whose face is visible laughs, shaking her head. “How unprofessional! But guess what? Only because she's the boss's wife, she's privileged!” She spits bitterly, rolling her eyes.

one of Cassias gossip partners asked curiously while Celine ignored them all “She’s infertile of course! Have you all not wondered why she has been barrens after so many years. Im with child for the very man she couldnt produce for” cassia said haughtily while everyone whispered while looking at Celine mockingly and voicing out their pity for their boss Christopher who married a woman who was not capalbke of giving him an heir Celine could use her power as the CEO wife or her superiority in the office to chase them away but that will just give them more things to talk about so she didn’t.

‘Her reaction is off…’ She frowned. Before she could say anything, Sally had flattened her lips and said, "You told me yesterday that my husband's eyes were okay, and that you know my husband better than I do. Today, you say that my husband is your boss. Then, are you going to tell me tomorrow that my husband is actually a final boss in a video game?" Sally glared at Chelsea angrily and blurted, "My husband is an ordinary differently-abled person!" Chelsea’s Violet Chateau had such a high net worth, how on earth could her dear husband be Chelsea’s boss?

His eyebrows furrowed at me like he was confused with what I said, but immediately got over it as he signalled his secretary to get a chair to sit beside him. "Mr. Clemente, the chairs are enough for the investors and the finance team. Your secretary is supposed to just stand beside you." As soon as I finished those words, the door opened again, revealing his wife in her black bodycon dress. I smirked inwardly when I saw how Mr. Clemente's eyes widened, clearly not expecting my present for him. "And oh, I invited your wife too. She has been a faithful investor in the company." I added, and again Mr. Clemente doesn't know that his wife is one of the biggest investor here. He really thought th

After a few seconds of silence, Isabel then went ahead to the exact purpose she came to his house, "Erm... did you know the CEO?" "Of course, not, how can I know such a powerful woman, in fact, after I received the mail to offer someone who studies interior designs and decoration in the university, I made some researches about the CEO and found out that none of her pictures were online, some bloggers who wrote about her said she's a mysterious lady," "Mysterious!" Isabel exclaimed, " that woman... I meant the CEO, she looks exactly like your wife, " "My wife?" Scott almost chuckled in disbelief, " My wife is dead, "

Mateo sighed in envy, “Well, it’s not hard to understand. Mrs. Anderson comes from a prestigious family. She’s William's favorite daughter! Everyone around her is a top–notch talent. Look at Jason, the youngest son of the Dempsey family, he’s only fit to be Mrs. Anderson's assistant.” He sneered, glancing at his boss, feeling sorry for him. Even though Mr. Thiago was now the CEO and soon to be the vice–chairman of the Board of Directors, his achievements paled in comparison to his wife, Kira. Wouldn’t that make him the envy of countless people? Thiago's jawline tightened, a vein throbbing on his forehead. He leaned against the wall, slowly clenching his hand into a fist. Looking at these men

The look on his face when he understood that she can’t see anything had been wrong all along. Five seconds of satisfaction. And then? Then they’d know. Then the bracelet would disappear and the documents would go quiet and the doctor would be told to soften his story, and they’d close ranks, and they’d come at me as a couple instead of as two people who thought they were safe. Then I’d be the hysterical blind wife who came home and made a scene, exactly the woman they were already building a case to prove I was. No. I sat at the table while my husband finished with my cousin upstairs, and I did the coldest math of my life, and by the end of it I was calm.

Eka's smile grows sour as he sees how that commoner can affect his wife more than he did. "This is so boring" Eka growled at the woman who dressed like a prostitute in front of him. "How dare you! You left me behind! I am the daughter of Hills Company! My father will hear about this" the woman yelled at the cold president. "Woman like you disinterest me, leave at once", Eka ordered the annoying woman who has been clinging on his arm like a hungry beast. The woman has been rubbing her meaty breast on Eka caramel skin, somewhat annoying the president. Eka looks at his wife whether she will react to this, however, it's the complete opposite.

"That's what I was explaining yesterday. This hot specimen is our new CEO, Enrique Black. He is a billionaire and has so much money, that he doesn't know what to do with it. His family, the Blacks, they come from old money. Their family heritage can be traced back to six generations of riches. He has a supermodel younger sister, Sophia and his ex is the supermodel, Margot Prescott. He is also a celebrity chef, he is the host of Cook Your Feelings Out. He—" "Take a deep breath, Giselle, it seems you've stored lots of information on Enrique Black," The two ladies kept talking about Enrique, but every word they were saying was like a foreign language to Grace. She was too busy trying to figure