The Ceo's Ugly Bride Full Novel Novels & Stories

Things went fine with Scarlett and her parents. Sebastian eventually bought them a house; Scarlett's parents needed to stay in New York for the upcoming wedding. The preparations were going quite smoothly and it was time for Scar to go for the official bridal shopping. Natalie of course was supposed to go with her for the bridal outfit selection. They arrived at Ash ventures and Scar went in to get the credit card from Sebastian. He was seated in my his office when the knock came at the door. “Come in.” Scar heard his deep yet smooth voice call out from the inside and she smiled before pushing open the door.

“—“ Cecelia became obedient. No, she was flabbergasted! “You, what’re you doing?” He just resented her ugliness but was now kissing her. Had this old man gone mad? What made Cecelia even more confused was, the old man actually said, “I’ve weird taste, I like ugly.” “You, you, you’re the ugly one, your whole family—“ Cecelia Shayne suddenly realized her focus seemed a little skewed. Her heart was pounding so unbearably fast as if it could not wait to pop out of her throat, and her face was instantly hot.

“Wow, just wow, Nathan. While I’m facing backlash for what happened at the restaurant yesterday, you’re here playing house with her.” Nathan looked just as confused as me, she grabbed her phone from me and pointed the screen at me. It was a video of Sophia’s crash out at the restaurant with people captioning it as the ‘Crazy supermodel who had a breakdown at a restaurant.” I grabbed her phone and scrolled down. It was a video taken at a far angle, but you could clearly see it was the time when Nathan kissed me on my forehead. It was captioned that the CEO of Cross Global Enterprise has a soft spot for his wife.

She watched the exchange with a growing sense of unease, trying to decode Cross’s tone—smooth and deadly. “I want the most luxurious wedding gown you have for my bride,” Cross said, finally turning toward her. His lips curled in a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Bride. The word punched a hole in her chest. She gave him a smile, but it was more of a grimace wearing lipstick. “We’ll give it our utmost, sir,” the manager said, before turning to Marceline. “Please, ma’am, follow us.” Marceline was about to stand, eager to get away from the tension vibrating off Cross like a low growl—but his hand clamped around her wrist.

Her face wore an expression I absolutely hated: a mix of anger, worry, and readiness to murder someone administratively. “What?” I asked. She slid the tablet toward me. There was an article on the screen. The headline was big enough to punch me in the face. THE BORROWED BRIDE WHO STAYED: MAYA MOGUEL’S FAST RISE INSIDE THE DE CASTELLO WORLD I stared at it. Then I laughed. “Borrowed bride,” I repeated quietly. “Creative.” Catalina sat in the chair across from me. “Read below it.” “I’d rather eat staples.”

"Out of the thousands of girls who admire me, Mom had to choose one of the least attractive ones as my bride? Even our housemaids are more captivating than that girl." Today, when Mason laid eyes on the photograph of Isabel Forbes, the girl destined to become his wife in a matter of days, his world turned topsy-turvy. He discovered that Isabel didn't fit his narrow definition of beauty; she had a skin condition called leukoderma. In contrast, Mason, a 27-year-old bachelor from Florida and the handsome younger son of wealthy industrialist John Williams, embodied the epitome of perfection, capturing the hearts of countless girls. Accepting an imperfect and unattractive girl as his wife seemed

“Where are you going? How can you think of leaving here when you just finished causing chaos? Who did you get married to? “Yes, Rose. Where are you going? And who is your husband? Can't you answer Mother?” Rose ignored the mother and daughter and was about to leave the house. Catherine was now seeing red; she was so angry that she started screaming at Rose. “You ungrateful child, a prostitute just like your mother. After everything we have done for you, you still decide to disgrace us. Despite not being my child, I have taken care of you, and you embarrassed me in front of the mayor!!!!!!”

Sweat broke out and slid into his eyes, causing a slight stinging sensation. “I have suspected for a while now that Velia has become a mistress of a high-ranking official. It turns out my suspicions were correct.” “A mistress of a high-ranking official? What do you mean, Ricardo? Don't make things up. How could Velia become a mistress of an official? Don't spout nonsense to cover up your incompetence!” Ricardo swallowed hard. “I'm not lying, Madam. I even have evidence.” “What?” “Velia is now living in a luxury apartment, Madam. Specifically, in The Grandiose Plaza. She couldn't possibly live in such an exclusive apartment without being a high-ranking official's mistress.”

“Ava, my mother is on my neck to get married, your stepmother is maltreating you. Let's get married to be free from them.” “I…didn't tell you my stepmother is maltreating me.” My eyebrows furrowed in shock. “Oh, you didn’t need to say it directly. I understand when you told me about your late brother,” he said, his tone now calm. A contract marriage with my CEO wasn’t how I wanted to escape my stepmother's trap, but even at that, I began weighing my options inwardly. Ethan King was a cold-hearted boss, Alicia was a wicked stepmother, which of them would I be safe with?

“But we’re finally real.” I looked out at the sea again, at the life we chose, the battles we survived. I once thought vengeance would set me free. But it wasn’t vengeance that gave me peace. It was love. Hard-won. Imperfect. And absolutely mine. — *Elena Montrose Crest* AUTHOR’S NOTE From the Desk of Enerst Brooks - The Vengetful Bride Creator When “The CEO’s Vengeful Bride” began, it wasn’t just a story about power plays or cold-hearted revenge. It was about a woman who lost everything and dared to come back for more than justice. She came back for herself.