Romans & histoires The Ceo's Ugly Bride Full Novel

She copied my haircut and now I know why she cut her hair a day before her wedding. I wear a simple dress, just enough to show them I am a girl - the bride of the trillionaire ruthless ceo. Alessandro did not hesitate as he placed his hand at my back, guiding me forward with a steady pressure that made it clear I was not separate from him. “This is my wife,” he said. There was no hesitation in his voice. No doubt. One of the board members leaned forward slightly. “That was a sudden decision.” “I do not delay decisions,” Alessandro replied.

Wade mentioned wasn't as simple as he'd claimed! What were they trying to do? Make her humiliate herself on her wedding night, completely offending the Russell family? The heat waves grew increasingly fierce, threatening to devour her rationality. She forced herself through the wedding ceremony—a mockery without a groom present. The guests' glances were filled with sympathy, pity, and undisguised schadenfreude. "So this is the substitute bride? She's pretty, what a shame she'll be married to a vegetable." "I heard Rupert Russell is down to his last breath. The York family must be desperate for money to push their daughter into this hellhole."

“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...”

Clutching the ruined heavy fabric in my hand, I felt less like a bride and more like a desperate convict on the run. We reached the door and the strong faced guards made no move to step back. “You seriously don’t expect me to leave the door open.” I glared at the first guard. “We’re just doing our job, ma’am.” “Right. But do you really want my husband knowing that you denied me privacy and let me undress before you right before we got hitched?” His face drained of color immediately at the mention of my husband. He then exchanged a panicked look at the other guard who told me to go ahead with a wave.

Armor disguised as grace. Lena arrived last. I saw her from across the room, dark curls tucked into a sleek twist, a navy suit that fit like it had been measured in whispers. She didn’t smile when our eyes met. Lena Alvarez, the woman who dismantled a tech conglomerate with a single article, and made a hedge fund CEO cry on live TV. She didn’t need warmth to be dangerous. Just facts, and the scent of blood. “Juliana Cross,” she said as she stopped in front of me.

I replied. “That’s quick, isn’t it?” Grace asked Heather huffed. “Says the woman who married her boss a few months after she met him.” She looked at me with a droll wink. “Drunk and in Vegas. How clichéd is that?” “That’s private,” Grace barked. “Shut up, Heather.” “Don’t snap at her,” I demanded, hating the hurt look on Heather’s face. “She was trying to make a point. I already knew the story anyway.”

"The truth is I'm not beautiful, I have lived with this face for 22 years now. I got bashed I got hated because of how ugly my face is, every single time my father beats me because he felt frustrated he felt like he doesn't have money and even his daughter is an ugly duckling, there was a day he beat me at night and I fought back and ran out of the house that's when I ran into Camille that night and she helped me. She asked me about my story and why I was running I told her my story, she told me that I can have a pretty face too, so the next day she took me to a clinic where we got the face mask that I was always wearing and now earlier today she let me know that she loves my husband and she

Chapter 8: The Rules of Marriage Elena woke up the next morning to an unfamiliar ceiling. It took her a moment to remember where she was—the grand Sterling mansion, her new home. The weight of reality sank in fast. She was married. Not out of love, not by choice, but by force. Her father’s debts had sealed her fate, tying her to a man who barely acknowledged her presence. She sat up, her silk nightgown cool against her skin. The room was breathtaking—high ceilings, elegant furniture, and a balcony that overlooked the city. But no matter how beautiful, it felt nothing like home. It was nothing more than a golden cage.

At eight o’clock, Daniel Murphy drove them to Xavier’s company building, which stood proudly at the center of Florence, exuding an aura that matched its owner’s reputation as a top businessman. As Aria was about to get out of the car, Xavier abruptly tossed a document her way. “There’s a cocktail party tonight, attend it on my behalf. If you can get Victor Laurent to sign the contract, you’ll receive a 70,000 dollar commission,” he instructed. Aria was stunned by the offer. She stared at the contract in her hand in shock, as if it were a ticking time bomb. She knew this was a really tough job. Victor Laurent, the CEO of Florence RT Foreign Enterprise, was bisexual and infamous for his abusiv

" President Nikolai clenched his fist, and this time Elena was convinced he was genuinely angry. She felt his thumb caress the side of her neck, threatening to wrap around the base of it; she could swear it now; this wasn't President Nikolai. Was this some kinky foreplay in a boardroom? "This will be sorted out," Mr. Moreau announced more to Elena than to the board room, "But it won't be with me, for right now, you all are looking at the new CEO of La Belle." Oh. Yeah, sure, Elena rolled her eyes; her ex-husband now owned the company, good grief, she was already fired. She'll get up and... "Congratulations Mrs. Rossi" Huh? Every eye was turned on Elena as Mr. Bernard stood up, dropping piles