The Ceo Ugly Bride Novels & Stories

Everyone! The largest tech and real estate company in the state… and one of the biggest corporations in the country. My mother built that?! Mo way! I let out a hysterical laugh… “No. this is some kind funny joke, right?” The look on Aunt Hilda face showed she wasn’t joking.. “No?” “No. She was the CEO of the company until eighteen years ago..” Aunt Hilda leaned in closer to me, taking my hand and looking me in the eye. “You’re mother…Catherine Estrada…was a multi billionaire.”

“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...”

“What’s important is that she signed. Her name. Her signature. Witnessed by you. Legally binding." "But why?" Javier scrubbed a hand through his dark hair in frustration. “Why take her as a wife and not Valerie? Valerie is a Chernov heiress. She has contacts, assets and political capital. This baker girl has nothing. She’s deeply in debt, her business is going belly up and she’s haunted by childhood trauma. She's useless to us."

It was somewhat an affirmation that they were no longer together. Not until today. If Nathalie together with the other staff was stunned while watching the elegant woman gracefully walking to the center to meet CEO Wright, all the media personnel are in furor. Everyone is desperate for clarification. "Did I hear it right?" "Did I hear CEO Kiera Azure Di Lauro-Wright?" "I heard the same" "CEO? When did she become CEO?" "A Wright?" "Does that mean she is married to a Wright? To CEO Xander Wright?" Disbelief laced everyone's voices as they watch the stage.

Richard looked at Jace who wasn’t saying a word and thought, “Theoretically, this person with the name Jace should be of a higher rank. Why would he allow this woman to cause trouble here?” “Mr. Jace, you two have come all the way here to solve the problem, right? You can’t let Miss George mess around like this, can you?” Jace smiled sheepishly. “Miss George is a CEO, and what she says represents that meaning.” Richard was dumbfounded. He didn’t know what to respond. Meanwhile, Samantha was still calm and relaxed, with an expression of wanting to continue to enjoy their acts all over her face. He gritt re d his teeth, looked at the villagers, and said, “Everyone, you’ve heard it too. Miss Ge

Sophia's hands shook as she fumbled with the locks to their cramped Queens apartment, the borrowed clutch heavy with stolen hors d'oeuvres and a business card that felt like it was burning a hole through the leather. "Ethan Cross. CEO, Cross Industries." As if she could forget. "Mija, is that you?" Her mother's voice drifted from the bedroom, weak but warm with relief.

The sound haunted me. It wasn’t often I saw Damian lose control. He was a man built on discipline and order, never giving an inch more than he intended to. But right now? He looked like he could destroy a city with his bare hands. His jaw clenched as he picked up the article again. I already knew the headline: “Young Intern Ruins CEO’s Marriage Callahan’s Wife Files for Divorce Amid Scandal.” And beneath it, in a smear of sensationalist trash, was Maddy’s name.

“You don’t get to rewrite the facts. Elena *is* being ambushed by a sister she didn’t know existed, and a father who lied to both of them. If you expect me to profit off that, you’re in the wrong goddamn company.” Gerald slid a file across the table. “Then you leave us no choice.” My eyes dropped to the folder. Motion to remove Damien Cross as acting CEO due to executive misconduct and breach of fiduciary duty. The room was silent. “Either you publicly distance Crest Holdings from Elena and initiate protective litigation against her claims to company assets…” He looked up, calm and final. “Or we hold a no-confidence vote in forty-eight hours.” Elena: I hadn’t meant to be there.

She lessened her tone afterward. "It's a rumor, Uncle. You do understand how the industry works, don't you? So why is this becoming a major problem? It's a rumor that hasn't been confirmed yet but you are willing to accept someone with a dirty past...who was raped and got divorced... someone with no clean image...you are willing to accept her as your daughter-in-law in the stead of someone like me? Who does that?" Delilah threw her hands in the air. "I can't believe this, Jennie. You disappointed me the most. You are nothing but a chicken..."

I looked between them, searching for some sign of a joke, but their faces were grim. “Married?” I repeated. “To whom?” “Cassius Dario,” my mother interjected with a tone that suggested I should be grateful. “The youngest son of the Dario family.” My heart stopped. Cassius Dario? The reclusive CEO who had disappeared from the public eye after a tragic accident? Everyone in New York whispered about him—the brilliant heir turned bitter recluse, bound to a wheelchair. “No,” I said, standing up abruptly. “I’m not doing it.”