The Ceo's Unloved Wife Novels & Stories

I was about to step towards her when the news on the TV flashed before my eyes. “Mister Eldifonso Suarez, CEO of SUAREZ GRANDE FURNITURE, and wife Valerie Wills-Suarez stranded inside the elevator. The masked CEO of the prestigious company seemed to be angry with his men because of the elevators malfunctioning earlier today. The CEO shows his unbeatable adoration for his wife as he saved her from the traumatic incident and cared for her so much. The CEO and his wife were safe after all. Rebecca Stoodfields! Texas today!” I sighed, thinking that being loved by my husband was a total dream.

He yelled, glaring murderously at Blue who was sobbing nonstop. Pushing my hand into my hair, I let out a low wince. “Instead of jumping into conclusion, we should hear what she has to say, don’t you think so?" I asked Becca, hoping for her support. With a distressful voice, she stamped her feet against the floor, “Isn't it crystal clear?" She huffed. "I told you a while ago that your so-called wife is having an affair with your best friend.” She added heat to the already tense atmosphere.

I sat down and took a book and pen, Inspirations started flowing, I forgot to tell you, I really loved writing. A lady who lost her husband from a gunshot raid and was still mourning for him, surprisingly friend herself in the bed of a hot man not knowing it was her soon to be boss. Years later, she moved on and got employed in the top billionaire's company in City J. Soon she fell for him but didn't realize it was her husband. The truth soon comes to light, she refuses to forgive him for playing with her emotions, Would she go on with loving him the way he is or did she want the former him, Yeah... that's a good plot. "Name...name, Yh ..I didn't know Mr CEO was my husband".

Chelsea explained. "So what happened to his wife, any idea, Mira?" Sarah asked. "I have no idea who she is." "Neither do we. All we know is she's Indian and a gold digger who used to live in some small town in Florida." "Gold digger, huh?" Ruhi was shocked to know how low his employees thought of her. "Of course! That's why they didn't even let the media cover their wedding. They were worried the whole of California would call her such names." Chelsea was very sure about her theory.

Her anger didn't only come from being insulted and humiliated before everyone at the restaurant whose eyes were on both of them, but from the fact that Janet was causing a fuss in her working space because of their unresolved long-term dispute. She had seen the sinister grimace on her face when she had walked into the place with her friends earlier today and had seen her attending to other customers. On-demand, Eleanor had been asked to serve them, and she had been diligent with it because she didn't want this girl to start a charade here, but now she knew she had been wrong all along. This girl had planned to start a dilemma here from the start, with her being the center of attention. ~~~~~

I said, pointing at the floor. I pointed at the photo of Zara and the young man and continued, "That woman is my wife." The crowd fell silent for a moment before they burst into laughter. "Where did this crazy pauper come from? Did he go insane from thinking about money too much?" "Are you blind? That woman is Mr. Alan Barrington's wife. She's the CEO of Apex Group! She would never be attracted to a pauper like you. Stop dreaming!" What was going on?

"Get your ass out here, Quentin Lowe! Do you think you can just walk away after hurting my son? What did he ever do to you? It was just a cheap scarf! "Noelle was the one who gave it to him; it's not like he stole it! You're so messed up that you see everything the wrong way! Everyone, weigh in on this—is this really how you treat someone? Do you think you're above everyone else just because you're the CEO?" She paused before continuing, "He's married but keeps a mistress on the side. People like him will eventually run this company into the ground!" Lorelei was letting loose with everything she could to ruin Quentin's reputation.

Turning to the man in suit, I asked, “I would like to see the manager if it isn't a problem.” “Oh not at all, I'll walk you there if you don't mind.” “Thanks Ross Williams,” I read the name on his ID. “Sharp eyes,” He commented. “... So what if she's the CEO's legal wife,” The rest of Loveth's monologue filtered to my ears. “Rumours have it that he didn't want the marriage and he's going to get rid of her as soon as possible.”

Craige could be heard telling someone how his early life was; the known successful CEO's family was far from being glamorous as what he has right now. Mr. Cellio Craige, CEO Craige's father who was now the second wife of the retired fashion designer, Mrs. Ymen, was never a good husband nor a good father. Mrs. Craige, the mother of the prominent CEO was always beaten into a pulp for no apparent reason or when Mr. Cellio Craige is drunk and is a victim of sexual abuse by his husband. The rage and agony in CEO Craige's voice could be heard as he told how Mr. Craige would force his wife to have a sex and beat her when she refused. He, on the other hand, was always beaten too because of simple mi

The noise was like an attack, a huge wave of opinion breaking forward to sweep Maddison up in it. "Is that... Carter?" a woman's sharp, mean voice cut into the chaos by the balcony door. It was Henderson's wife, the woman in the sequined evening dress, and unsurprisingly her face carried a look of shock. "I told you so," her husband, a board member, shouted next to her, his voice somewhat rough from scotch. "I knew he had an eye for... RAW TALENT." He laughed loudly, the sound wet and nasty. CLICK.