The ceo's mute bride Novels & Stories

She stayed silent, refusing to respond, but her unwavering stare made it clear that something was amiss. The man in front of her was breathtakingly handsome, with sharp features and piercing, icy eyes that seemed to hold a hint of dominance. The priest's voice rang out, commanding the attention of the entire wedding party. As he reached the section of the ceremony where he was supposed to announce the moment for the couple to share their first kiss as husband and wife, Cathleen couldn't help but pause.

"Mr. Ross, people are staring. You need to leave the balcony before the press notices." "I am not leaving," Nathaniel said, his voice low and rough. "That is my wife. Those are my children." "I know," Julian replied quietly. "But if you storm the stage right now, you will only push her further away. Look at her. She is not the same woman who left the penthouse." Nathaniel's eyes never left Ivy. She finished her speech with calm authority, the kind that made boardrooms fall silent. The diamond on her finger flashed again as she lowered her hand.

The two of them seemed quite unhappy. Hearing Dave's answer, the priest asked Teresa the same question and she answered quickly. After the exchange of oaths, the two of them exchanged their wedding rings. I could see Teresa's face from this angle as there was a cheerful smile on her face. When the two of them were putting on the wedding ring for each other, the priest said, "Bridegroom, you may now kiss your bride." This was the most important moment of the wedding. Everyone held their breath.

Elizabeth gave her a thumb-up. " Yeah, I know. So as I was saying earlier, I eavesdropped on their conversation. Rose chose me as the perfect bride for her brother and everyone else accepted it without much thought, doubts or deliberation. I guess I was already in their hearts from the time we met, right mum? " " Yes, my dear. Who wouldn't choose a lady like you? With your qualifications and beauty, you surpass millions of girls out there. " Elizabeth praised her. " Aww, mum. That's so sweet of you. " She placed her palm on the left side of her chest where many believed to be the permanent place of the heart and she smiled.

I looked between them, searching for some sign of a joke, but their faces were grim. “Married?” I repeated. “To whom?” “Cassius Dario,” my mother interjected with a tone that suggested I should be grateful. “The youngest son of the Dario family.” My heart stopped. Cassius Dario? The reclusive CEO who had disappeared from the public eye after a tragic accident? Everyone in New York whispered about him—the brilliant heir turned bitter recluse, bound to a wheelchair. “No,” I said, standing up abruptly. “I’m not doing it.”

"My business?" "Martinez Events. You started it three years ago with a five-thousand-dollar loan from your mother's 401k. You've planned twelve events in the last year, mostly small corporate functions and one wedding that went spectacularly wrong when the bride's father embezzled the catering funds." Sophia's cheeks burned. "You really have done your research." "The Pemberton wedding. The bride was left with no flowers, no food, and a venue that locked the doors when the payment bounced. But you stayed. You called in every favor you had, borrowed money you couldn't afford to lose, and salvaged the entire event. Why?"

she said again, but her voice broke on the last word. Victoria sighed and reached for her arm, but Bridget pulled back. “He’s coming!” she cried, the sound echoing in the vast hall. The guests fell silent. For a long, painful moment, no one moved. The sound of distant cameras clicking filled the air. Then, as if the world itself had given its answer, one of the groomsmen walked forward, holding a phone. His expression was grave. He leaned close to Victoria and whispered something. Victoria froze. Her hand fell to her side. Her eyes darted to Bridget’s face, then away again.

he asked next. My brows pulled together. “Saw what?” He lifted the remote from his desk and turned the large TV screen behind him toward me. The moment the headline appeared, I felt the floor shift. LUCIA BENNETT: THE CROOKED BRIDE OF THE GRAHAM EMPIRE? Her mugshot. Her name. Her story. Spun like some twisted PR scandal. I blinked. “What the hell is this?” “You tell me,” he said, finally looking at me. “That woman you married has the entire family name on the chopping block. You thought that wouldn’t come to light?”

He was afraid to trigger the beast. "Bride will be here in a while," Paul informed the priest. "I have a request," Paul said to the Priest who was preparing for marriage vows. "Yes, Mr Walker." The priest smiled lightly. "It is a ritual in our family not to remove the veil of the bride." Paul winked at the Priest, who instantly understood that there must be something wrong. "What the Hell!" Edden groaned because he wants to meet the "so-called" socialite bitch. "This sly old man is again up to something," Alaric smirked. He did not want to see Bellamy's face, not to mention kiss her.

"Announcing the arrival of our newly married CEO, Aleksander Geourgiou, and his beloved wife, Izabella Georgiou... Deafening applause could be heard before a piece of soft music echoed as Aleksander stepped forward, holding her hand.