Obsessive Ceo's Sinful Wife Novels & Stories

The walls were aged and yellow. The curtains were unable to close correctly. On the carpet there were stains I didn't want to look at because they disgusted me. However I could now only afford it, no lavish place or expensive food and wine or whatever. I still couldn't believe that Seth, the former CFO of Sinclair Cosmetics, was hiding like a rat. I gazed at the TV screen and I was angry as the same news clip was replayed. Standing tall in that dumb black suit, Selene my ex wife delivered speeches as if she were a member of the royal family. She had given me a blow I might get her gummy recover from and I hated her more than anything.

And I knew I’d seen that face before. Somewhere. I leaned forward, turning my laptop toward me and typing into a search bar. Silvia Moretti. A few links popped up. Fashion. Old press releases. Charity appearances. And then— My jaw clenched. Silvia Moretti-Simpson. Former wife of Philip Simpson. Simpson. The sleazy CEO of S.holdings. The man everyone knew had cheated on his wife publicly, brutally, unapologetically. An incompetent and gambling drunkard. And she—

"No way? Look at it yourself! The videos are all over the internet! The company's stock is plummeting because of you!" A chill ran down my spine as the same footage from my previous life played before my eyes. The comments were just as vicious. "Look at this CEO's wife go, screwing seven men at once. She's young and wild, alright." "There must be a reason she was so thirsty. Maybe her husband couldn't get it up?" "Judging from her loud moans, it doesn't look like seven men was enough to satisfy her. I can do better than them. I'll give it to her so good that she'll roll her eyes and can't even make a sound."

She was a bit afraid as she might have offended somebody. Clara then followed Benjamin to the executive elevator. CEO office. Jones was looking at the documents. Benjamin left the office after leading Clara inside. Clara sat on the sofa and looked at the man who worked seriously. She admitted that she did not suffer a loss last night. This man was the best, wild and domineering with his clothes off, and ascetic and polite with his clothes and glasses on. He looked perfect every way. Even in the entertainment industry, no one can exceed him.

How could a wh*re like her with no limits look like someone who is as timid as you? When the woman finished speaking, Elijah's low voice came from the invisible earpiece hidden inside Sally’s ear. "Pierre checked. "This woman's name is Faith Lou. She’s Director Wayne from Wayne Corporation’s wife. "She’s 41 years old, has no kids, and likes to gossip about other people. "But her husband has five or six mistresses outside their marriage which everyone knows about. Even Faith herself knows that, but in order to maintain her perfect image as Mrs. Wayne, she chooses to turn a blind eye.

"My wife, Alisha, owns the Xiul company." Everyone was surprised that Alisha was Mr. Xiul. "That's not true!" his mother objected. Her son seemed to create any excuse to stay with the young woman. "You're lying!" Thompson shouted, even if his mind was boggled, it's hard to take in that young woman, she's so powerful. It's not true. They must know it's a lie. The executives applauded the couple. Some were so envious to know that two such powerful leaders were married.

My step mom Vivian and sister Charlotte have one good goal in life, making me miserable in every possible way. In just a year of dad's absence, they have ruined the company my dad and mom built with their sweat, and even went as far as changing my dad's will to make them sole owners of the company. My name is Isabella Monette, the daughter of Julia and Francis Monette. Well I am a mute, not by choice, but from an accident that happened years back which caused the death of my mom. Those years were rough, but my dad and I held on to it with peace and warmth, till it became overwhelming for him, he brought Vivian in for little help, the watch over her while I am gone, the please take her to the

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.

Sophia practically gritted her teeth as she squeezed those words out. "But do you know that the assistant you're holding onto is a married man? Wouldn't his wife be upset seeing you clinging to him like this?" Celeste feigned surprise, then said with a smile. "Of course, I know who his soon-to-be ex-wife is! If it weren't for the company's arrangements today, he wouldn't even be here. If you ask me, Ms. Monroe, you should be thanking me for bringing him!" Celeste knew exactly how to get under Sophia's skin.

His face had the usual cold expression. Athena nodded in enthusiasm. As long as he had agreed to be her golden goose she would do anything. "Don't worry, Mr Morin. I will be very obedient and do whatever you say as long as you fulfil my demand. No one will no, I will be the CEO's hidden wife." Athena answered while doing a lips sealing gesture. Roman frowned hearing the part CEO's hidden wife. That girl was really crazy. "Okay. I will have the contract prepared and bring it to you. Goodnight." Roman said as he held the contract in his hand and prepared to leave when suddenly Athena stopped him by calling his name.