La Esposa Ciega Del Ceo Mga Nobela at Kwento

he says, voice calm then he stops and looks over at Brianna. "My wife needs immediate attention." Silence. Shock makes everyone of them go silent and Brianna glares at us. My wife. The words echo louder than anything else. I glance up at him, my heart stuttering, but his focus doesn’t waver. Behind us, someone whispers. "His… wife?" "Yana is the CEO's wife?" That's definitely Mona's voice. Luis adjusts his hold on me slightly, his grip firm, protective. "Clear the way."

She had ruined my marriage, stolen my husband, and I wasn’t going to give her any more. “Well, my husband owns this company.”I placed my arms on my waist as I rolled my eyes at her. By then, some other workers had gathered, laughing at what I said. Elizabeth came up to me laughing heavily, “You mean you are the wife of Mr Steve Greyson, since when was Mr Greyson married?” “My husband is Charles Webber, the Chief Director of this company. He has never mentioned Mr Greyson getting married. How dare you claim to be his wife?” the other friend said as she scoffed.

A momentary pause later, he turned the room's attention to me. "And that someone is my wife, Wendy Jefferson! Not only did she throw a tantrum at the company's celebration party, she also, before the public eye, pushed and harmed a pregnant employee, Rochelle Wood! To call her actions dastardly is an understatement!"

That was when I noticed his pudding stomach. He walked out. “He is a nutjob,” I said. “I know. I have no intention of agreeing to whatever he is saying.” Alejandro said. “Is he related to the chairman of his company?” I asked. “Yes. His wife is the CEO.” Alejandro said, and I nodded. I raised my brows and smiled, “I think I have a way to help,” I said. I pulled out my phone from my purse and tapped on it. I did some quick research about him in the car. I saw a very interesting article but had ignored it. Who knew I'd need it in a while?

What happened to the first come, first serve rule in a free city like LA? Staring at his indifferent face as the door of the elevator closed got her even more upset, as she could tell that he cared less about whatever his bodyguards did to her. Disgustedly, she tore her gaze away from him. The elevator door closed with Ethan's eyes still in the same position they had been when he was staring at Eleanor's face. "Who is she?" His question had Max's brows fold in confusion and he turned to look at Ethan's steady face, in shock, while standing beside him.

It was the fact that they never posted fake news that established the announcement as undeniably accurate. “Breaking News! The CEO of CDE Group, Christine Blaine, was the mistress behind Isabella and Miguel Hernandez’s divorce. A single mother and a student at that time, with CDE Group being a mere start-up, Christine Blaine’s had a single purpose, to use her personal charms and gain the favor of married men, then blackmail them to invest in her business. Miguel was unlucky enough to become the target of such a wicked woman. But the real victim, the one that suffered the most in the process, was of course, Miguel’s wife, Isabella Hernandez.”

For two years, I was the one who accompanied Martin through rehabilitation, the one who encouraged him to stand tall again, the one who pulled him out of darkness and helped him slowly become a normal person again. When Debbie saw that Martin had recovered, she shamelessly came back wanting to reap the benefits and steal my husband. Tell me, what's so good about her? I'm more beautiful than her, more educated, kinder, and the legitimate heiress of the Watson family. In every aspect, I'm better than her. She committed countless wrongs; it's her own fault that she ended up like this today. I haven't blamed her for nearly getting me killed by Madame Thomas, yet you still blame me, say that it's

A middle-aged woman seemed to enter a large company building belonging to her son. All employees immediately bowed respectfully to welcome the big lady and mother of the CEO of the company where they served. Hana Mahendra, the woman was seen walking into the elevator that delivered her to the room of Inder, her son. He came to see Inder because they hadn't seen each other for three days. Inder was too busy with his work in the office to have time to go home. And as a mother, Hannah misses him dearly. Previously, Hana had visited Inder's apartment, but she did not find her son's whereabouts there, so she decided to come to the office.

A steady, subtle snore echoed through the air with each exhale. Carina Scodelario is now his wife. Eric took his glass of champagne and silently enjoyed the success. He now fully owns the Dreamscape company. He was trying to grab this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and he didn't need anyone's permission anymore. Today has passed without a single incident.

Greg was a lazy, greedy snake who had spent his entire life trying to steal Weston’s position as the CEO and failing at every turn. He stepped up beside Weston, holding a glass of champagne, an ugly, arrogant smirk plastered on his face. "I must say, Weston, you really picked a beautiful robot for a wife. Eloise is playing her part well for the cameras. But everyone in this room knows this marriage is completely dead on arrival. There is no love in her eyes. She looks like she’s attending a funeral, not her own wedding night."