The Ceo's Vanishing Wife Novels & Stories

In the end, I still let him down. No matter how hard I tried, I could no longer hold on to this marriage. When I kept my head down, they assumed I had given in. Samuel showered Angela with praise. "Angel, you're really too kind. Ronald, you should count yourself lucky to have such a wonderful wife." I sneered. "Then I'll thank you for that." After being the CEO for so long, even Angela had forgotten that this company had been built by the two of us together.

The cleaner’s face flushed red and she shyly agreed to dinner, and with a giant smile on his face, Ethan eagerly led her away with her hand firmly clasped in his. Word spread like wildfire through the company within minutes. Within the hour, word had leaked to the general public and internet. By the end of the evening, internet sleuths had tracked down the amorous pair and footage of them on their impromptu date had already circulated and gone viral. With this, the rumors of the events at the company had been confirmed and everyone was desperate to know who the mysterious woman that the CEO had taken to dinner was. No matter how hard they looked though, no one could track her down. Every att

"Cassian appointed her. He didn't trust any of us. And he didn't make emotional decisions." The room was silent. I had a small spasm of relief for a brief moment. Then Larsson slammed the hammer. "Even if she stays, she's a PR nightmare. Have you seen the headlines?" He grabbed the remote and switched on the boardroom screen. In an instant, the room was filled with noise. "The Widow Curse?" — Billionaire Bride Accused of CEO's Collapse "Ashcroft Tragedy or Strategic Takeover?" "Disabled Heiress or Corporate Hitwoman?"

“Are you sure you can handle us?” “Yeah,” he says, grinning. “I will admit, you guys are a tough nut to crack. I heard something interesting about your CEO.” “Really? What?” “Apparently, she is a ghost. No one knows who she is.” I laugh. Quiet. Dry. “Nathanile, Vivian is our CEO.” “Not according to what I heard. Apparently, Vivian is a smile screen. I think if I can get to the real player, things would change for me. For us.”

from sleep. "Good morning." Chloe scooped him up and kissed his forehead. The little boy’s face turned bright red with shyness, but he gathered his courage and planted a tiny, careful kiss on Chloe’s cheek in return, hugging her neck tightly with a beaming smile. They headed downstairs where Vince, the butler, was already waiting. "Good morning, Madam. Shall I have breakfast served?" Chloe nodded, and Vince signaled the kitchen. However, as she sat down, her phone buzzed with an urgent news notification. The headline read: VANCE GROUP CEO REVEALS SECRET DIVORCE: EX-WIFE ACCUSED OF FINANCIAL EXTORTION.

I scoffed at his arrogance. He disappeared into his own office, leaving me trapped in a high-end fishbowl. I was three folders deep into dry corporate papers when the door swung open without a knock. A woman stood there, draped in a cream silk dress that probably cost more than my earnings. Her blonde hair was pulled into a bun so tight it looked painful, and her eyes—a piercing, icy blue—raked over me with pure, unadulterated venom. Liza Vane. The CEO of Vane Logistics and the woman the tabloids claimed was the "Next Mrs. Hart"

Althea bulldozes her way to deals from deals, expanding the company’s assets more and more, earning her the recognition of other rising company CEOs. “Truly worthy of her husband’s trust.” Said a famous CEO in an interview once. “She’s smart, flexible too. She did her best and it was all proven. She is worthy of the position.” Doubts started to diminish, some people’s attention on the matter is just fleeting as they were just curious about what would happen if the young CEO transfers his authority to his wife that no one even knows about. When everything looks settled, they all grunted and stopped prying on the subject. Some were disappointed after not seeing the drama that they wanted to se

It was as though my title as her husband was nothing. Even on our fifth wedding anniversary last Monday, she didn't show up when she'd promised to meet me. But then she had gone missing in action for 48 hours, not answering calls and texts. Thinking something had happened, I panicked and searched for her everywhere. As luck would have it, that same day, a major client we'd talked with before said he wanted to meet the CEO of our company. That only made me even more frustrated with Kameron. I had already looked into that client's company culture and business style.

What happened to the first come, first serve rule in a free city like LA? Staring at his indifferent face as the door of the elevator closed got her even more upset, as she could tell that he cared less about whatever his bodyguards did to her. Disgustedly, she tore her gaze away from him. The elevator door closed with Ethan's eyes still in the same position they had been when he was staring at Eleanor's face. "Who is she?" His question had Max's brows fold in confusion and he turned to look at Ethan's steady face, in shock, while standing beside him.

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.