The ceo's mute bride Novels & Stories

She invited every media outlet in Stonecreek and made sure the wedding was trending across all social media platforms. Those headlines were all remarkably similar—"Zoe Sutherland, CEO of Sutherland Group, shows her undying devotion by holding a century-defining wedding for the heir of Sorenson Group." Mom and Dad were furious and nearly stormed over to the Sutherlands to demand an explanation, but I held them back. "You shouldn't let them get to you, Mom and Dad; instead, you should just sit back and enjoy the show." I calmed them down, though I already had a comprehensive plan in place.

A social climber? With everyone watching, I nodded. "I will." The moment the words left my lips, Quentin’s furious voice erupted behind me. "Natalie!" Alas, Ryan held my hand tightly and led me away. Gasps and murmurs filled the hall. "Oh my God! Ryan just stole the bride!" "Isn’t today the signing event between Ryan’s company and Muse Group? And he still showed up to crash a wedding?! That’s what a typical CEO like him would do!"

Once we step into our own haven, it is the love and respect we have for each other that keeps us going. Dropping the sliced fruits on the table, the newscaster’s voice catches my attention from the television. “Breaking news: the CEO of Echo, the leading entertainment company in the country Mr Malachi Bromte has announced his marriage to the young heiress of Avanti, the leading fashion company in the country, Odette Phillips amidst rumors of her divorce from her ex husband and the bullying video circulating online. In his statement, he says he does not care who the wife bully’s or slaps as long as she is not hurt in the process”

She was beautiful beyond description and the urge to make her his wife grew even stronger. And now he hand the perfect plan that would get her to marry him. He looked at his immediately little brother Brandon and as if knowing his thoughts Brandon took out his phone and hit record. Melissa who felt like she was suffocating standing there scared out of her mind, knowing that this feared and handsome CEO was going to punish her, opened her mouth and in a meek voice she said,

Vic cleared his throat, and once he knew that he had Nathan’s attention, he said, “Master Davis, there are a lot of journalists out there. If you carry off with the bride - “ Nathan raised his hand to interrupt Vic, and then he turned back to the live stream that was playing on his phone. The church was full of journalists from all over the world, and every move that the bridal party made was being captured, magnified, and transmitted to viewers all over the world. **** Joyce didn’t bother saying hello. As soon as Cecelia answered the phone, she blurted out, “Have you seen what that bitch, Crystal Smith, is up to?” “I’m watching the ceremony now,” Cecelia replied. “It’s on every channel. I c

Around them, guests exchanged puzzled glances, confusion flickering in their eyes. At such a crucial moment, why was the groom zoning out? The bride's hand hung elegantly in the air, waiting for him to take it, yet Alexander remained motionless. Melissa's expression darkened instantly, a flash of irritation flickering in her eyes. But she quickly masked it, replacing it with a sweet smile. "Sir," the priest whispered, trying to discreetly prompt him. "Sir, you need to take the bride's hand." Alexander snapped back to reality, realizing he had completely zoned out—for far too long.

When the cheers died down, the crowd began to mumble and whisper about the name Wilbur Penn, which they just heard. Meanwhile, Wilbur himself was taking a leisurely sip of champagne. Gordon scoffed coldly, "I knew you were a liar. Seems like I was right." "Don't be so sure. Sometimes, what you see isn't always the truth. Besides, this is just hearsay," Wilbur said calmly. Gordon smirked. "I must say that I respect you for remaining this calm in such a situation." Right then, the host started speaking again, "Now, we'd like to invite the CEO of Cape Consortium headquarters in Kardon Province, Faye Yves, to the stage to bless the newlyweds."

Chapter 6: The Wrong Bride For a long second, nobody moved. The officiant’s mouth stayed frozen around a half-finished word. Two hundred guests held their breath in unison, and somewhere near the back, my aunt Renata muttered something that was probably a curse word dressed up as a prayer. Selene didn’t look at me. She looked straight at Sebastian, and her face moved through something too fast to catch, surprise tipping forward and spilling into something sharper on the other side.

But Elena did not walk out. Instead, the digital projector screen behind them suddenly flickered, the corporate merger logos instantly vanishing. The master of ceremonies cleared his throat, his voice carrying a sudden, immense weight that made the entire ballroom hold its breath. "And now, ladies and gentlemen... to finalize this historic merger and accept the transfer of assets... please welcome the new supreme CEO and global owner of the parent holding company."

"Every major investor, camera crew, and board member in the city will be in that ballroom. The board demands that you publicly debut your new bride. You need to walk her down that red carpet. You need to smile, hold her hand, and act like you both are deeply in love to clear the air. You have to prove to the world that she is happy to be Mrs. Kingsley." My throat tightened. The phone felt like a block of lead in my hand. "She cannot do that, Marcus," I said, my jaw clenching. "She has to," Marcus said coldly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "If she does not show up on your arm tomorrow night, the investors will assume the rumors are true. They will dump their shares, the stock will c