The ceo's mute bride Novels & Stories

This is real, This is happening. When it was time for the vows, Damien spoke first. His voice was steady, businesslike, as if he were reading a contract instead of making a lifelong promise. “I, Damien Sterling, take you, Elena Carter, to be my lawfully wedded wife.” There was no emotion, no warmth. Elena’s fingers trembled. It was her turn. She opened her mouth, but for a second, no words came out. She felt the weight of Damien’s gaze, the weight of every person in the room waiting for her to speak.

He deserves happiness, and I don’t want to become who I am now. It’s the time to exchange vows. But little did anyone know this bride was mute. Fidgeting, holding my breath, my inside was trembling badly. How will I recite vows about him when I don’t know what to say? Ruben said something I was unaware of listening to because I indulged in embarrassment. Everyone clapped on his vows. I am sure he poured his heart out for Reile in those words. It was my turn. My hands were trembling, and I only wished the earth would open up, swallow me, and never spit me back.

I wanted more power, more connection. Several seconds swept by and Sophia still wasn't walking in. “Let's welcome……our bride!” The priest announced again, stretching his hands towards the aisle as the smile on his face began to look forced. Murmurs began to fill the hall as the guests whispered. The piano suddenly stopped playing in the background, increasing the tension. I shoved my hands in my pocket to clench my fist. It better not be what it looked like. My fans had come here to watch me, the CEO of ace accessories; the most trending clothing brand in America currently. The paparazzi, they were present, hoping to take pictures of the great Mr Bluemoon and his pretty bride.

Then her smile widened, just slightly, and her next words dropped into the silence like a stone in still water. “I am aware of the nuptial binding that was supposed to happen between our late chairman and the CEO.” Her voice softened, almost reverent. “In respect and in memory of Celine Hayes… I will be getting married to the CEO.” The silence that followed was deafening. Gasps echoed across the room. Someone whispered Darren’s name. Darren himself stood frozen, the glass still in his hand, his knuckles white around the stem. Claire’s eyes widened in disbelief, while Ingrid’s lips curved just lightly, almost a smile, almost not.

Edward bolted forward in a panic, trying to snatch the microphone away. I took the opportunity to snap my fingers, and the large screen behind me flickered to life. The surveillance footage from the bridal shop was shown. "Before we begin the ceremony, let's all enjoy the bride and groom's most intimate moments," I said.

She got recruited to be Misty's minion as well. Outside, a group of guests were taking pictures by the floral arch. Drones buzzed overhead. Yes drones. This was the wedding of the summer. Every and their mum knew about it, but only a select few could attend. Someone shouted, “Get my good side!” Bridgette Murphy swept into the room like she owned the place, her sequined dress glittering under the light. “Sweetheart!” she squealed. “Oh, you look like heaven!” “Mom, please don’t touch my hair,” Misty warned.

With strict composure, I blinked back the tears and gently took my seat. "Ladies and gentlemen,” the MC’s voice echoed through the microphone, cutting through the hum of chatter. “Please join me in celebrating the CEO of M-Elite as we welcome him on stage.” A wave of applause rose through the grand hall. Liam strutted up the stage, his smile wide, smug, and of course, he didn't know the shock that awaited him. A smile curled on my lips—he was seconds away from the shock of his life. I leaned closer to Vincenzo and whispered in his ears, “Has she received the package?”

he cheerfully announced. Milton turned to the crowd and declared, “I became the CEO of Arnoult Company a few minutes ago, and Luke is also getting married.” He turned back to Luke with a warm smile, as if genuinely thankful. “Luke, I have to thank you for giving me the opportunity to finally take over the Arnoult Company. We just concluded a shareholders' meeting, and they chose me as the CEO. This piece of information is all over the news,” he declared in a bragging tone. Clearly, he had attended the wedding just to reveal this news.

He stood there frozen, his carefully built confidence collapsing into pure panic as he realized he had been cornered. Without looking at him again, I reached for the microphone from the speaker's hand. “Hello, everyone.” “My name is Mireya Quinn.” “My marriage was widely believed to be valid.” I paused briefly. “But the truth is... my marriage was never legally registered.” A wave of murmurs swept across the hall. “Under that false belief, I allowed the entire company to bow to a complete stranger.” I lifted my head proudly. “As the company's biggest shareholder, I hereby remove Corvin Blackwood from his position as CEO.”

Fifteen minutes later, I sat hunched over the table, wearing a ridiculous wig Riley had shoved into my hand Pink. It was pink. Kill me now. The veal was already on the table, the wine half-poured, and Riley? Gone. Vanished like smoke. "This is how I die," I muttered under my breath. "Abandoned. Humiliated. Dressed like a discount pop star." The restaurant’s low hum made everything feel ten times more dramatic. And then “It’s been a while,” he said coolly. “Especially for people who are supposed to be getting married.” My blood ran cold.