La Esposa Ciega Del Ceo Novels & Stories

As she recalled, they had a meeting with Grayson Fashion Company today; the biggest fashion enterprise in the country with several branches in every major city, donning celeb looks like Michelle Fraysier, Alec Benjamin, and more. The CEO of the company was rumored to be a hidden billionaire. Honestly, nobody knew his exact net worth or anything real about him, but rumors described him as cold, ruthless, and tyrannical with ties to the underground world. David, Brenda’s boss had mentioned that the infamous CEO of Grayson Enterprise was sending a representative to attend the meeting on his behalf. However, as she opened her phone and scrolled through the texts and notifications, she froze in s

"Miss Sasha, forgive me for lying to you for the first time, but I did all this for you." ***San Diego Province Building A008 came from Adam's voice. "Smack!" "Slut, I said that Imelda's illness is getting worse and worse; it turns out that you are the ghost behind your back!" "I'm just such a son, how dare you? How dare you! A middle-aged woman with yellow hair was knocked to the ground, covering half of her face and covered in bruises. This woman is none other than Adam's wife Ivy. Some time ago, Adam's son Imelda suddenly fell ill.

Asia looked up to see a long leg blonde model walking into her office… Cecila actually looked much better in person… She wore a short skirt with a shirt exposing her huge breasts… Excuse me … May I ask who are you? I am Cecila your husband childhood friend… Did he not mention me? I was here to formally introduce myself… He said we would likely get along very well.. Yes I have heard of you just not from my husband…. My husband and I never talk about insignificant things.. It’s a pleasure to meet you.. We should have lunch together… Cecila is it… I am your boss and I will not be going to lunch to discuss my husband…, My husband may be blind to your trucks but I am not so stop the antics…

“Son… are you hearing yourself? What will people say when they find out a whore is running our company?” “My decision is final. Take it, or leave it.” His voice was firm and cold. “You were the ones who kicked me down from the CEO seat because you believed I was no longer useful. To you, I’m just a blind cripple now, right? If you won’t allow my wife to become the next CEO, then you’re free to leave. Either way, she’ll still be the president of my own company.”

Craige could be heard telling someone how his early life was; the known successful CEO's family was far from being glamorous as what he has right now. Mr. Cellio Craige, CEO Craige's father who was now the second wife of the retired fashion designer, Mrs. Ymen, was never a good husband nor a good father. Mrs. Craige, the mother of the prominent CEO was always beaten into a pulp for no apparent reason or when Mr. Cellio Craige is drunk and is a victim of sexual abuse by his husband. The rage and agony in CEO Craige's voice could be heard as he told how Mr. Craige would force his wife to have a sex and beat her when she refused. He, on the other hand, was always beaten too because of simple mi

Elias growled, stepping closer, his face turning red with anger. "Don't I?" Darius laughed coldly. "Let's review the facts, Mr. CEO. Your wife’s family spent three years treating her like dirt. They stole her inheritance. They talked down to her at every public dinner. And you? You were too busy looking at your stock market reports. You were too busy listening to your father, George Vane, talk about corporate alliances. You let her suffer in total silence because you were too blind to see what was right in front of your face."

The cold, dimly lit room was thick with tension. He sat in his wheelchair, the man who had once been the heir to a vast empire. Now, he was nothing more than a shadow, bound to the very thing that had ruined him, the wheelchair. His once, commanding presence now felt dwarfed by the emptiness that surrounded him. He looked at her, his wife, the woman who had been thrust into his life by a contract neither of them had wanted. "Why are you still here?" His voice was sharp, full of venom and exhaustion. He had no desire to make small talk with her. She was a stranger, after all. A woman sold to him by her family as a mere transaction.

The thought of removing Maureen from the stage crossed my mind, yet I hesitated, unsure whether it would fix our predicament. The woman had completely lost her sense of shame. Could she genuinely take pride in publicly declaring her role as a mistress? It astounded me. Her willingness to descend to such depths is a testament to her complete lack of shame. "I see that look in your eyes, folks! Don't judge me. I'm not the other woman. Yes, he's married, but I'm not his mistress. He's been my boyfriend for several years. And this woman, she a slut and forced my boyfriend to marry her."

, I said to him. My husband asked to follow me. I had no choice but to allow this. I can't let him make any mistakes. We got dressed and I made him wear sunglasses forcibly. He hardly looked the perfect ceo any more. He was this rugged guy who had an insatiable desire for me. "What are you thinking?", he asked me. "Nothing. Just about how different you look", I said. "I hope you don't find me disgusting", he said. "I could never think that you look disgusting", I said.

’ While she wondered, Bowen chimed in, “Didn’t they boast about having found a good live-in son-in-law? Why are they trying to start afresh now? The rumors don’t make sense.” Ciara said mysteriously, “Bowen, why are you so simple-minded? I heard that the White Company’s CEO doesn’t actually have a good relationship with his wife. Besides, he has an illegitimate child outside.” Danielle’s heart tightened. She also turned to look at Ciara. Seeing the others were all staring at her, Ciara thought they were very interested in the topic. Therefore, she got up from Danielle’s desk and faced them to analyze everything. “A relative of mine used to work as an assistant in the White Company’s secretar