Novel & Cerita Spoiled By The President Novel

I could not tell. "I, I..." She faltered, leaving her voice to trail off. "Mr.Gun, I had no idea that you had such untrained workers," I said out loud, turning my face to Mr. Gun. His face was distorted, confusedly, while I stared at him intently, raising my chin to him. "Pardon? What do you mean to say, President Darian?" He questioned.

I started to walk away from the company and soon boarded a taxi back to Eva’s club. A while later I got there and paid the driver. I walked into the club and straight to the bar stand where Eva was cleaning some glasses. “Adele..” she called out my name immediately she saw me and her smile dropped “Didn’t go as expected?” She asked and I nodded. She came out and hugged me tightly “It will get better baby girl.” She cooed and I sighed, I really hope it does get better. “What happened exactly?” She asked as I sat down on the bar stool while she resumed her work, I dropped my bag on the stand and plopped my elbows on the stand “Apparently the President of the Ashford group is the same guy I spe

Whispers and babbles of voices swarmed across the room in the very next second. “Aye… Our president has gone to accompany his wife again, right?” “Our young mistress is really something, eh?” “In the past, if someone told me that our president is a love maniac, I would never have believed it.” “I had always thought that being our president’s girl must be a very miserable experience. I was wrong. I’m sorry, my dear president.” Zack listened to the crowd’s discussion in silence. He strongly agreed with some of them, though he never had the gut to express his thoughts.

He casually glanced at her and went into the bathroom before she could say anything. Summer closed the notebook lid and said snappishly, “What else do you know, Mr. President? You don’t even know how to play Blackjack.” Mark could clearly hear from inside the bathroom what she said. He scratched his chin with his lips tuning up, looking sexy. He wondered where she learned that logic—who the hell said a company president had to master Blackjack? At least, she got angry now after days of giving him the cold shoulder. At least, it was a response.

“ I am happy you finally understood . For a second I thought that you were really dumb . “ said Massimo . “ I don’t share the same preference as you but I do understand . “ said Luna . “ Wait…..What preference ? “ asked Massimo confused . Matteo entered inside and placed some files next to Massimo . “ You have so much power and are very handsome . Pffft ! Right……..Your president has good taste in choosing looks but he really lacks taste when it comes to the character of the person . “ said Luna with a shy smile . Massimo and Matteo looked at each other confused trying to understand what she was saying . “ ……You are the president’s lover . Now it all makes sense . Otherwise he wouldn’t be gen

The guy at the front desk stopped her from going ahead "Miss Mian, the president is not in his office, he is in a very important meeting.” “Mian is here, Mian is here,” Most of the employees at Bright Company knew that Mian and Nathan were married, and no matter how many times they saw her, no one dared to call her Mrs. Nathan or Mrs. Barak. This is because Nathan had never declared her identity in public so they didn’t respect her as the president’s wife. The corner of Mian's lips raised a smile, she was really a humble person who was very easy to be bullied.

And cutie pie , sweet little spoiled cutie, had just handed me the key without realizing it. What if I pretend? The thought slid in smooth as honey and my thought process was quick and fast. What if I wore this Lena girl’s skin like a mask? Rich families paid out for their spoiled darlings. Paid big. All I’d need was to have my boys sniff out the real Lena Hale keep her tucked away nice and quiet and step right into her world myself. Money. Access. Power. All wrapped up in a spoiled brat’s desperate obsession. I let the silence drag just long enough to watch cutie’s chest heave, her hunger for my answer almost pathetic. Then, smoothly, I let the grin return.

Then he entered the shower. Katherine had been awakened by his return so late in the night but she pretended to be asleep as he had walked in the room. Her nose picked up on the smell of female perfume and scotch reeking off of him but she chose not to say anything. Her husband was a good man. She didn’t believe he could ever…. She couldn’t even finish the thought. But the doubts would eat her up eventually. Katherine squirmed under the covers as she heard the water pouring from the shower. He was showering… her heart sank a bit. Presidents had mistresses. It was the norm. But Katherine had hope that their marriage would survive the corruption of power. Little did she know that her marriage

'Then why didn't you tell me? Javen answered straightforwardly, with a hint of grievance in his tone. 'I see that you are still taking care of others. How can I trouble you?' He was implying that he was jealous. When Cassie heard the jealous words, she couldn't help but step forward and squeeze his face. 'Well, don't think about it too much. This is my old brother. Even you are jealous of my brother. Javen, why are you like a child?' What had turned a cold and ruthless president into a spoiled and clingy person?

The Blackout Protocol was a surgical strike on the Academy’s network, but it was minutes too late. In the age of neural-links and private cloud-bursts, a secret doesn't just travel—it infects. The high-resolution images of the President and his subordinate in the library didn't just appear on screens; they became the only thing anyone could talk about. The carefully constructed myth of the President —a cold, untouchable machine of Beaumont lineage—had been shattered. In its place was something the student body found far more scandalous: a man who was vulnerable.