The Enticing Ceo’s Chosen Bride Novels & Stories

I gasped, back arching as Brielle’s tongue flicked my clit, his finger stretching me open. “That’s it,” she purred, pulling back, lips glistening. “Both of you mine now.” She stood, hiked her wedding dress, no panties, dripping already. “Chelsie, suck him hard. I want him throbbing when I sit on his face.” I dropped to my knees, swallowing Liam’s cock, tasting us on him. Brielle straddled his face, grinding down, moaning as his tongue speared her. “Fuck, yes, eat your bride’s pussy while your mistress chokes on your cock.”

he hummed in approval " I see now why he's obsessed" She found herself bound by his beauty, distracted from how he was analyzing every move she made. His eyes scanned her up and down, taking note of how she fidgeted with her fingers, how her breath quickened, how she kept unconsciously squeezing her crossed legs against each other. Angy broke out of her trance when she felt his arm around her shoulders. She flinched slightly in surprise and looked up at him. Even when both of you were sitting down, Uriel was clearly taller than you

And then, her mind went on a flashback. That morning, the morning light sipped in through the window where it kissed the face of the awaiting bride, Catherine Mckellen. Feeling proud of her best friend, Felice said, "You look beautiful, Catherine." Despite being the bride, Catherine did not look as proud as Felice complimented her. She sighed, regretting her decision to consent to the marriage even though it was for her father's benefit and his company. All she could think about was what the marriage would be like. She never would have imagined herself getting married to a total stranger, but there she was, sitting in a stunning wedding gown, getting ready for her wedding.

He believed this, as he had seen plenty of young ladies wanting to get down in bed with him and forgetting that they had boyfriends or fiancés too. Charles didn't want a cheap woman to become his wife, and finding the right woman who matched his choice of a bride had been difficult too. "Then what's the problem, Charles? You haven't accepted any invitation that your father or I have offered you. Or do you want us to go ahead and choose a bride on your behalf, marry her, and bring her here for you?" his mother asked. "No, Mother. I'm not interested in any arranged bride. Most young ladies are cheats and pretentious human beings… Once they see that I am the one who wants to marry them, they wi

Chapter 4: The Cold Wedding Elena never thought she would dread her own wedding day, but here she was, standing in front of the mirror, feeling like a prisoner instead of a bride. The white gown was breathtaking—delicate lace, intricate beadwork, a long flowing train. It was the kind of dress every girl dreamed of. But to Elena, it felt like a cage, trapping her in a life she never wanted. Outside the luxurious bridal suite, the world was waiting. The guests, the media, and most of all, Damien Sterling—the man she was about to marry, not out of love, but out of obligation.

I retorted before standing up, taking the whisky that had just arrived, and offering him a smile. He must have had an idea that I was referring to his daughter Amaya, so he looked at me with anger. I left him there, alone with his thoughts. The curious thing was, I never thought that I'd call for a test of loyalty that would involve marrying one of his daughters. So, as if the most delicious plans were beginning to form in my mind, I scheduled a series of meetings for the next three weeks to get to know them all and choose a bride who suited me.

“Even if I take everything you have, it still won’t be enough.” Papa collapsed in silent sobs. Selene was frozen on the floor. And then… he looked at me. That smile—devilish and dangerous—made me step back. “You,” he said. “You’re the one I want.” “No!” I shouted. “I have nothing to do with his debt! I’m not even part of this family!” “That’s exactly why I chose you,” he said with a grin. “You’ll be my bride.” My stomach twisted. “You’re joking… right?”

I proceeded with my work, after an hour the manager and the secretary rushed towards the entrance of the company with the banquet of flowers in their hand. The employees stopped with their work and headed towards the entrance. I followed them because I didn't want to be the only one sitting there. "The CEO is back," They all whispered. My heart started beating very fast but I didn't know the reason behind this. I placed my hand on my heart,"Eloise You don't have to be worried about anything. The secretary stated that the boss is strict, but that if I work hard enough, he will not bother me So I'll have to put in a lot of effort"

I looked at the crowd, at the Riccis standing tall, at the O’Connells waiting for their victory. “Tonight,” I began, my voice carrying through the hall, “I make my choice clear. Not the jewel polished for display. Not the pawn offered for alliance. My bride is Ciara O’Connell.” Gasps rippled through the room. The Riccis’ faces lit with joy, their unity unshaken. The O’Connells froze, their smiles shattered, their eyes murderous.

She fell to the ground as well and fainted. A week later. In the skyrocketing Chenxing Holding Group Building, James was reviewing documents in the top CEO's office. Ming Xiang walked in and reported: "President, the screening results have come out, please have a look." then he handed over a document. "Get to the point." James was expressionless and didn't even look up. His voice didn't have any warmth because he didn't want to be distracted by such things. Ming Xiang retrieved the document obediently and said, "The selected candidate is called Christy, 19 years old, a sophomore at the Academy of Performing Arts in this city..."