Novel & Cerita Substitute Wife For The Blind Ceo

They chatted about company drama and interesting news happening within the company. "I heard the new CEO's wife is working for our company. Does anyone know who she is?" Primrose was happily munching on a piece of croissant when she heard June's question. She suddenly choked a bit and cleared her throat. Nancy, beside her, tried to hide her amusement and showed concern by handing Primrose a glass of water. Her gaze, however, carried a hint of mischief. The new CEO's wife, of course, was Primrose herself. Wasn't she the one sitting here with them?

He can't see the obvious deception, if that woman had that much power she would have wiped them all out in a snap. "If he were such a powerful owner! Do you think he would humble himself!" vociferated Thompson, I wanted to make him see what his eyes do not understand, that man, he has been blinded by a woman. That's how stubborn his heart is. "Look at you humiliating yourself and making everyone shudder, you still have us believe your deceptions, open your eyes, that woman is lying!"

So she could not see the judgemental stare of her colleagues. “One more gossip against her, and you will all be fired! This woman is not just a mere employee and your accounting head. She is my wife, and if someone mistreats her, I will automatically kick them out of this company! Do you understand?!” The employees’ eyes got surprised at what they had just heard. They couldn't believe that the person in front of them was the CEO's wife. “Jessica, continue the meeting without me. My wife and I need to talk. John will fill in on my behalf.” Jessica immediately nodded to him, and they hurriedly went inside the conference room.

A white cane rests neatly against his desk. My breath catches. He’s blind. “Have a seat, Ms. Ward,” he says calmly. His voice is smooth, controlled, intelligent. How do I not know this? My research focused on getting the job—not the man himself. I walk toward a translucent brown envelope carelessly placed on the seat opposite him and sit beside it, careful not to disrupt anything. After sitting carefully, he tilts his head slightly, as if listening beyond ordinary sound. “I’ve read your résumé.”

"Must be convenient, having your wife work at your company. Built-in dinner conversation." "It's not about convenience." "No?" He addressed his ball. "Then what is it about?" "She earned her promotion." "I didn't say she didn't." He swung, his drive perfect as always. "Just commenting on the optics." Grandfather wheeled forward. "Optics? What optics?" "Nothing," I said firmly. "James is just making conversation." "Doesn't sound like nothing." Grandfather looked between us. "Spit it out, Westbrook." James shrugged. "Just that people talk. Beautiful woman marries the CEO, gets promoted almost immediately. Some might call it nepotism."

Max inquired with an eyebrow raised high. "Of course," his cousin replied without hesitation. "She has shifted my position." A snort of disgust suddenly escaped from the CEO's mouth. “You make me a little nauseous. But…, if I remember correctly, didn't you ever like my wife?” The woman's eyes automatically opened wide. Her husband's words were new to her. "Yes," Sebastian admitted as he looked at the woman in front of him with mysterious eyes. "Unfortunately, your relationship has become official. My plan to approach her fell through.”

My sister changed towards him after that and on the wedding day, ran away, leaving behind a note she couldn't marry a blind man. I was begged and forced to substitute her since we had similar voices.. I also had to bear her name and pretend to be in her in his presence and in the process of doing so, I fell. I thought we could be happy but I was so wrong. He is healed, and now she is back to claim her rightful place as his wife, and he would never even know the truth. 'Was I that worthless? Like an item that is tossed aside after its use?' My legs wobbled, and I immediately placed my hand on the wall nearby to stabilize myself as tears rushed to the brink of my eyes.

With each phrase he spoke, my chest clenched a little more. "When you saw me on Television, did the only thing you really see in me was Liliana, your wife and not Zaniyah Moore who was your childhood friend?" If I had believed that nothing could be more painful than what he had spoken before, I would not have imagined that his refusal to give me my expected answer would have driven a knife further into my chest. "It's always been Liliana, Zaniyah. I only take you here because I want you to be her substitute. I want you to be my substitute wife."

At twenty-seven years old, they were consistently breathing down her neck to get married, or at least bring someone home. She could remember the chilling words from her mother that day “Brenda your relentless pursuit of a career is absurd. You’re never going to be anything more than just a wife, the earlier you realize this and stop pursuing your empty dreams, the better it’ll be for you, else you’ll wake up one day and realize that you’ve wasted your life pursuing something you could never have"