The Ceo Ugly Bride Novels & Stories

I was dressed in a baby blue flare gown and black heels. " Let's go" I said picking up my bag and intertwining my arms with his. Antonio didn't want to go but it was mandatory as sister companies. As for me I was really looking forward to seeing the CEO of Cruz group. They were one of the fast rising companies in the industry and they were gradually turning to our competitor. Yet, no one has the slightest idea of what the owner looks like, not even the people working there.

"I never thought I'd see you here." The woman's voice still echoed in my ears. Her face was beautiful and sharp, her piercing eyes fixed on me unfriendlily. I tried to recall who she was, but no image surfaced in my memory. Phupha introduced her, "Linin, this is Khun Meili, CEO of a leading cosmetic company. She's an important partner of mine." Meili... that name sounded so familiar. I had secretly heard Phupha mention her name often, but I never thought I'd meet her in such a situation.

“Acquisition? I'm a limited edition baby.” Freddy's lips formed a small smile. William, still lingering next to his drink, watched the little show. “I’m curious though,” Demi asked, her voice laced with anger. “I used to think Freddy had a type. Models, that is. So, how does an influencer end up married to the CEO of Montgomery Hotels.” My heart pounded. I had dealt with worse - like the time I talked an upcoming artist out of suing the hotel, all for a missing vape pen.

Chapter 3: The Unwanted Engagement Elena never thought her life would turn into a spectacle for the entire world to see. But now, with just one announcement, she had become the center of gossip, headlines, and scrutiny. The engagement between her and Damien Sterling had spread like wildfire. Newspapers, magazines, and online articles painted different versions of their story. Some called it a fairy tale—an ordinary woman capturing the heart of a billionaire. Others saw it as a scandal, with Elena as a gold digger who had somehow tricked the ruthless CEO into marriage.

he asked next. My brows pulled together. “Saw what?” He lifted the remote from his desk and turned the large TV screen behind him toward me. The moment the headline appeared, I felt the floor shift. LUCIA BENNETT: THE CROOKED BRIDE OF THE GRAHAM EMPIRE? Her mugshot. Her name. Her story. Spun like some twisted PR scandal. I blinked. “What the hell is this?” “You tell me,” he said, finally looking at me. “That woman you married has the entire family name on the chopping block. You thought that wouldn’t come to light?”

"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

". One lady jokingly said. "That is because she is right. I also hate Chloe, but I'm going to clear you on that right now". Chris typed and said. "I also hate her Chris". One lady said. "Me three". Another one said. "I see what you guys did there, but unfortunately I'm only giving it to Jane". Chris said. "Lucky her". A lady typed. "Now to clear you on that". Chris typed and said. "THE CEO IS MARRIED TO THE CHAIRWOMAN OF THE THOMPSON COMPANY WHICH IS KIARA THOMPSON AND NOT CHLOE ANDERSON". Chris typed and posted the bomb.

“She gave me her card that day. She told me that she knew about my record and that I had a good concept but I went about it all wrong. She told me if I ever wanted to know how to do it the right way then to give her a call” “The right way to do what?” “She knew I was hosting the Play Parties. She said she wanted me to bring me in and learn the ropes. I told her about my Aunt and she said when I was ready to let her know and she would take care of everything.” “Damn, who is this woman?” she asked. “Vanessa McBride is the owner and CEO of Elegant Escorts and Distinguished Women.” “Okay?” “She’s also known as The Notorious Madame of Chicago,” “Oh shit! For real?” Poppie said as her eyes got bul

" Elina dear, come with me. I have prepared a dress as a gift for you personally. I want you to wear it for the party. Please accept it, as I didn't have much time to prepare much for you, I would love it if you would wear it. " " Auntie- " " Please call me mom now. You are now my daughter and my idiot son's wife. " " Mom. Please don't feel bad. I would love to wear the dress you prepared for me. " Samaira was a nice lady, a woman who knew how to maintain her image as a kindhearted, benevolent lady, who is down to earth and knew how to be grateful to the things she had. But the thing that I admired the most was for the fact that she knew when to stop. She wasn't the dumb blonde as people usu

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.