La Esposa Ciega Del Ceo Novels & Stories

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?

He wasn’t leaving any time soon, not when he had inquisitions that needed to be filled with answers. Gianna stared blank faced, for the first time she felt like she had the upper hand and rose to her feet, “You’re talking to her. Please leave Mr Santiago, or I’ll have you moved myself.” He was gobsmacked, seeing his face go pale for a second brought Gianna a short satisfaction that soothe the ache she felt in her heart. Justin was unable to fathom it, the truth laid right in front of his eyes that his wife—ex wife, the woman he sent packing years ago after their brutal divorce was the CEO!! The CEO of the company which had grown to be his biggest competitor yet!!

Ethan choked on his own smoke, coughing violently. He made wild, exaggerated faces at her, face going red from the effort. You are digging your own grave right now. Vivian, completely oblivious, only got more animated. "Then she gets pregnant and tells the wife he forced himself on her, trying to shake them down for money. I find that kind of desperate, twisted ambition from the lower class fascinating, honestly. Don't you think?" "There's definitely tension in that." Nathaniel spoke, finally. He turned his head, dark eyes locking onto her.

If the CEO noticed her apprehension, she has no way of knowing. After he released her hand he casually turned to his wife with a tender smile. “Madame, meet the goddess of my life, Amara Steel'' he introduced his wife without averting his gaze away from her. Abigail watches as the couple locked gazes. The CEO’s love for his wife is overflowing like molten lava from an erupting volcano. It's undeniable and she understood why she shows no reaction towards her husband's chivalry toward other women.

She went up to Xia and Ren, blocking their way. "Xu Xia, I don't believe this reunion is for you to attend; I don't remember having someone like you as a classmate," she scoffed. She looked at Xia as if she were some kind of garbage who shouldn't be in her company. Xia only had one thought in her mind: brain-damaged! “I’m a family member. They don’t call me Mrs. Wang for nothing, and this is my husband. Don’t you know him? " She felt a little annoyed. This woman was the one that was clingy to her husband. How stupid was she in her past life? Did she fall for this brain-damaged woman’s schemes? How disgraceful!

A woman's voice, light and breathless, floated from the living room. “Ah-ah. A sound that snagged on my frayed nerves, pulling me forward. My breath caught in my chest, a sudden, icy fist. The living room, usually a tableau of muted wealth, was a disarray of silk cushions and discarded clothing. And there, on the plush velvet sofa, was my husband, Eddie. And a woman. Young. Her legs, long and pale, were wrapped around his waist, her head thrown back, a gasp tearing from her throat. My husband, Eddie Grayson, successful CEO, paragon of Veritas City's elite, my contract husband of three years, was impaling her.

He demanded. “Yes sir.” Nicholas nodded. Gilbert's mansion, Cecilia and Xavier were sitting inside the gazebo, which was built, a few distance from the main building. “Thanks for the meal mom. Your meal will always be the best.” Xavier smiled, wiping his mouth, with the table towel. Cecilia smiled, acknowledging his appreciation. Shortly, after Xavier was done eating, Cecilia cleared her throat and began. “Is there any information on Morgan's fake wife?” She asked, glancing at Xavier.

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.”