The ceo's mute bride Novels & Stories

“What?” “That I look like her. The woman in the photo. Your… Maya.” His eyes flickered. “Yes.” “And her name was really Maya?” He didn’t answer. Didn’t deny it either. The mixer was held at the Skybrooke Country Club, a place so polished it made me feel like I’d stepped into a live painting. The fountain in the courtyard sparkled. Waiters in black ties carried trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres. Every parent there looked like they belonged in a luxury brand’s spring campaign.

The only sound was the ocean crashing faintly through the receiver. Then, “I’m sorry, come again?” Sebastian closed his eyes. “It was supposed to be one of your staff’s weddings. You mentioned it before you left: the marketing manager and one of the admin assistants. Jack and Olivia.” Joel’s voice shifted, alert and awake now. “Yeah, yeah, I remember. What about it?” “Well, the groom didn’t show up. The bride was left at the altar, crying. And before I knew what I was doing, I walked up and said, ‘I’m her husband.’”

I was reviewing contracts at the dining table when the first notification hit, then the second, then the phone stopped managing them individually and just began vibrating in a continuous, sustained way that meant something had broken. I opened the screen. Sixteen notifications from PR. A message from Caleb that was a link and nothing else. Four board communications flagged urgent. Two from legal. I clicked Caleb's link. The headline read: *Dexter CEO spotted in Central Park with wife Isabella Moretti and mystery child.*

“What is wrong with her?” Anastasia shifted uncomfortably. My frown deepened. “What?” “She’s… mute.” My entire body froze as the word landed. “She’s what?” “She can’t speak.” Silence stretched between us dangerously as my gaze moved from Anastasia to the girl. My eyes darkened. Something dark twisted inside me. Disbelief turned to anger, and my fingers gripped the chair’s armrest until my knuckles turned white. “You force a complete stranger into my room. She cannot answer a single question. And now—you’re telling me she’s mute?”

Once his subordinates saw it, they could not help but tremble and shudder as though they knew the fate of any one who catches the of their boss. “Stop what you are doing. It’s not helping at all.” Yelled Neil, his right hand man, startling the two girls. He had a gun pointed at Sylvie and hers was the loudest scream in the whole room. “What is your problem? You could have just said it. No need to shout so loud!” she yelled as she smacked him on the back. Sylvie Newman came from a mysterious background. Jade didn’t even know her parents and all she knew of her was that she had four brothers hence the habit of smacking people whenever she was angry or emotional.

“No phones allowed. Make sure the staff knows that. They’re familiar with the protocol, but let them know again. Nothing should be outed to the press. Fire anyone that breaks the rule and make Jerald file them with a lawsuit. Everything has to be perfect.” I had a bride to impress, and I had a feeling she’d have a lot to complain about if a single thing was out of place. Not because she cared—she didn’t—but because she wanted to spite me. “Where’s Mikhail?” I asked. I hadn’t seen him at all this morning, and he was my best man at the wedding. Something he’d bitched about before ordering a custom Tom Ford for himself. “He’s waiting by the limo.” I straightened my tie one last time. “Let’s go,

"Clumsy as always. . ." "And you saved me. . .as always." Emily replied, grinning. Joel smiled and slowly, he helped her up. All this while, everyone watched the duo in bewilderment. Was Emily really the bride? They were unsure. "You are not hurt anywhere, are you?" Joel asked in a whisper. Emily shook her head. " Ani." "Good." Joel smiled and planted a soft kiss on her lips. Cameras' shutters were opened continuously and people gasped at the sight of what the CEO had done.

“It looks elegant. Not too overwhelming.” Chatrine was reviewing the designs when she heard her. Without thinking, she looked up. “That is too simple for a bride.” The words escaped before she could stop them. Eva froze. The atmosphere instantly changed. Chatrine realized her mistake. Too late. The gown was meant for a bride. But Eva still believed she was only preparing for a fake engagement. Slowly, Eva turned toward her. Her eyes widened. “Bride?” Chatrine tried to recover. “I mean... for an important event like this, every woman should look special, even if it is only...”

asked Renee, creasing her brow. “The ring! The CEO of KM Group officially declared last night that he is married. He said that his wife's surname is Hudson, and your surname happens to be the same, right? But you don't have a wedding ring on your finger, so it's not you." “What...official announcement?" Renee was flummoxed. “Haven't you checked T*****r?" Last night, after watching Vivian’s livestream, Renee had tossed her phone aside in disgust.

Since the board of directors agreed for him to be the ghost CEO--meaning he will still managed their company in secret so that the gun shooting won't happen again. And as for the gun men who shoot him, based on the investigation, he's one of Maristal's cousin and he's already detained. This time, even the authorities will make him safe. "I love you, Kaley Bryce McClove! I will love you for the rest of the days I'll be in this world!" Nia said after stating her marriage vows wearing her tube top and pink coat. He laughed at her. "You were so, exquisitive, babe! Who dare to get wed on their tube top, coat and office pants?"