Mr Ceo Your Abandoned Wife Has Powerful Brothers Novels & Stories

I was taken aback, ready to clear the air, but my brother cut in, "Oh, she doesn't stay with us. She'll head to a hotel after dropping us off." Her face softened at that, and I bit back my unease, wondering what my brother was playing at. He leaned in, whispering like he was sharing a state secret, "Sis, don't stir up any drama. My girl is the Cromwell Group CEO's daughter!" I felt a jolt. The Cromwell Group? Was that not the company my ex-husband had just handed over to me as part of our divorce settlement? In the car, my mind was a whirlwind of doubts and questions, trying to piece together the truth.

What the hell is this going to? "Kitara and Mom were right about you all along! so this is your plan, so the media could go around dragging me for abandoning my wife with nothing?” he accused me, and I couldn’t believe I had held on to the hope of being loved by him. “Abandoning your wife?” “So, you do know I’m your wife?” I added before bursting into laughter, ignoring the tears that had dropped alongside it. “Just a week ago, I had an accident, and where was my husband? On TV with his late brother’s wife!”

“Let's just say, I know that the Blue Diamond Company has been giving you a lot of trouble lately, and it may not be unconnected with the new board members and the new CEO.” The dad slumped back in his chair, clearly surprised at her words. “As a matter of fact, you are absolutely right. But how do you know this?” “Because the new CEO is my ex-husband.” Mr. Wilson widened his eyes in shock. Yes, he has knowledge of the recent change in leadership at Blue Diamond. But his ex-son-in-law being its CEO? Something he couldn't wrap his head around. “How is this even possible? You are joking, right.”

“ I don’t know what gave any of you the idea that I’m in love with you or would eventually love you, but I’m saying this right now so that you all stop those disgusting fantasies you have.” “I never wanted to bother myself with all this, but it seems to be getting out of hand. You all are here to work, not to make some silly advances at me. And just so you know, I am a married man, and I’m not interested in taking a second wife. My wife is right…” “Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!” I turned, hearing Abigail furiously cough before I could finish my words. “That’s all,” I said, looking at her questionably before the speaker was turned off.

he said, showing us the screen. We all looked at each other, knowing exactly who it was. "Answer it," I said. "Put it on speaker." "Hello, Vanessa." "Hello, darling. I watched your little board meeting on the security cameras. Very touching, having Emily play the supportive wife." "What do you want?" "What I have always wanted. What should have been mine from the beginning." "You are not getting it." "Am I not? Because from where I am sitting, it looks like you are running out of options. Your company is under attack, your wife is confused about her feelings, and your brother is wondering if he can trust either of you."

Adrian stepped cautiously between rows of empty spaces, his footsteps echoing. “Looking for the truth can be dangerous.” Adrian turned sharply. A man stepped from the shadows, face partially obscured. “You’re being manipulated, Mr. Kingsley.” “Who are you?” Adrian demanded. “Someone who knows your uncle has been cleaning up your messes for years.” Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “Speak clearly.” “Three years ago, you were going to abandon the company for your wife. Investors panicked. Your uncle solved the problem.” A chill ran down Adrian’s spine. “Solved how?”

When I checked my phone later, I saw that her secretary, Jim Ferguson, had a flood of comments on his social media profile. My team was sticking up for me, angry and frustrated. [Why is this homewrecker trying to steal someone else's wife?] [I'm working my *ss off, staying back every day for the company's sake, yet I still can't beat bootlickers who cozy their way up to the top. Share your secrets with me, boytoy! I want an easy life like yours.] I was touched by those comments, and I finally understood why Yvonne was so upset and even threatened me to make things right.

Under the agreement, Warren would keep all of the property. Audrey wanted only Winter. That made it very likely that Audrey had been the one who asked for the divorce. “Still no sign of George?” Chris asked as he set the stack of files down. George had been the Scott family’s butler. After the family went bankrupt, Warren had let him go. At first, George had refused to leave. He stayed with Warren, Audrey, and Winter, even moving into a cramped rental apartment with them. But one day, he suddenly left Liono City.

For three years, Margot Fairley was the wife nobody saw. Rhys Calloway married her on his grandfather's orders and spent the marriage waiting for Vivienne Sutter, the actress he believed saved his life. Then, at the old man's eightieth birthday gala, Edmund Calloway collapses after drinking the tea Margot made him. An empty pill vial turns up in her purse. Rhys doesn't ask for her side. He hands her divorce papers. She signs them the same morning she learns she is pregnant. Then she disappears. Five years later, Bramport's best hospital needs the surgeon who invented a heart repair nobody else can perform. When Dr. Margot Fairley walks into the consult room, Rhys finally looks at her—and

Tessa asked what a new schedule would do to their evenings at home, and Marcus named the two families who would lose childcare coverage first. “My grandmother collects my little brother,” Celia said. “If you change my shift without warning, she loses hers.” Tessa wrote it down under paid hours, not availability. Julian had once written their wedding vows on the back of a hotel inventory sheet, promising that people would never become spare columns. She wished she could forget that absurd tenderness. Marcus set the notebook on the bench. “Nobody at the bidder's office read this.” Tessa thought of Julian's old certainty that an impressive presentation could make anyone understand. She had love