Mr Chairmans Devious Wife Novels & Stories

****** Xavier sat on his couch, his gaze fixed on the led plasma television hung in his extravagantly furnished sitting room. He was about to turn it off and leave for work, when a headline caught his attention. YOUNG MASTER MORGAN WAS SEEN WITH A WOMAN LAST NIGHT AT A NIGHTCLUB. AS THE WOMAN'S FACE REMAINS UNKNOWN, NETIZENS WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHO THE WOMAN IS…. Xavier frowned, his mind drifting back to the girl he saw in the hospital, as Morgan's wife. Could she really be Morgan's wife? They didn't even have a wedding…Who exactly was this girl?

“In a shocking twist, recently convicted CEO Chris Malvins makes his now ‘wife’ Valerie Malvins the CEO of his company and legal owner of all his properties, almost a week after she was missing.” He threw himself on the couch. What the hell? Wife? It instantly became clear to him that he had just been tricked into releasing Valerie. But of course! Chris would have never given Chase his company, and he had been so stupid to think he would. He had been just so desperate to take over his company that it clouded his reasoning.

He smirked evilly and winked at Maxwell, Dell's father, who looked like he would kill him in the next minute. “For everybody's information, Michelle Whitney is my wife, regardless of whatever you think or say behind her, don't you ever confront or trash her, unless you want to be buried alive.” “She is my wife, and the future chairwoman of Whitney's corporation! Deserves every respect” Lucian said, wrapping his hand around my waist, and his last words confused me, putting the entire room in confusion. “Chairwoman?” I was puzzled. “Yes” he replied in a low tone, and then I knew that wasn't the proper place to discuss.

It had been all over the place. Still, she shook her head, looking just as confused. “But there really isn’t any marriage record under your name.” As the clerk turned to go, a thought suddenly flashed through Winter’s mind. She remembered the photo she had seen in that room on the island. Chris had told her it belonged to an informant he had worked with ten years earlier while undercover. A strange feeling rose in her chest. She stopped the clerk. “Could I ask you something else?” “Of course.” “Could you check whether my husband is...” Winter felt a wave of nausea roll through her stomach. She forced it down and finished the question. “Could you check whether he’s listed as married?”

The officiant passionately recited the wedding vows. Just as I was about to say, 'I do', a shrill voice suddenly rang out. "I object!" Everyone turned around in shock to see an emaciated woman rushing onto the stage barefoot. "I'm your wife! How dare you marry another woman?!" Seeing her frenzied state, I immediately positioned Sarah behind me and mocked Lisa without courtesy, "I'm impressed you still remember we were married. Unfortunately, you were too blind to see what you had. You threw away something valuable for worthless trash.

“Okay, I need you to be completely honest with me,” my wife said as she stood in front of me. I had just come back from work. What did she want to talk about? Did she find out about my plan? Terror filled me because I still needed time. I couldn’t just tell her now. “About what?” I tried to school my tone. “Are you behind the money laundering scandal John is accused of?” She had a wide smile on her face as she asked. Relief washed over me. For a second, I thought I was going to lose her.

“And now onto the world of business, but what is business without a little entertainment?” And just like that — my world caught fire… BREAKING NEWS: BILLIONAIRE CEO ADRIAN VOSS IN SCANDAL – MISTRESS CLAIMS PREGNANCY. Sources Reveal Secret Marriage Years Prior. Identity of Wife Unknown. What the hell? I stared, half-awake, half in disbelief at the words displayed on the screen in red. I felt my temperature drop as the room began to close in on me. “Turn that off.” “Sir—”

At the Moretti Group's annual awards ceremony, I'd just stepped up to the podium when the screen behind me suddenly went black. A second later, it lit up with dozens of screenshots of private messages. The whole banquet hall erupted. The sender was me. The recipient was Vito Moretti, the company's chairman and the most feared Don in New York's underworld. "When's this month's money coming? Hurry up!" "I'm coming over tonight. Remember to leave the door unlocked for me." "If you don't say yes, I won't come see you tomorrow." The final screenshot showed a transfer for a hefty sum. Then Vito's chief secretary, Victoria Sloane, walked onto the stage. "Isabella is a gold digger! She's been secret

"I haven't said the word divorce." "You didn't have to." His eyes glittered. "The whole city knows. The Cole heir's mother in a maid's uniform. Slapped in public. Who is the real father, Seraphina? Hale? Some lover you picked up in a café? I wonder what the board will think of a chairwoman whose own husband called her a servant." The silence that followed was the loudest she had ever heard. Don't flinch. She set both palms on the table and looked her uncle in the eye.

While I spend my days dodging the press as a politician's quiet trophy, Bev spends hers selling out global stadium tours and treating the paparazzi like her personal lighting crew. Beverly lets out a heavy sigh, grabbing her professional makeup bag. "Fine. But if you're doing this, we are taking zero chances." She goes to work. She blocks out my natural eyebrows entirely, drawing on sharp, dark, dramatic arches that completely change the landscape of my face. She uses stage-grade contouring to hollow out my cheeks and sharpen the bridge of my nose, erasing the soft, polite features of the politician's wife. By the time she slathers on crimson lipstick and pins the heavy sapphire wig into pla