Novel & Cerita The Enticing Ceo’s Chosen Bride

"Lexie Shay Dillon, do you take Zheme Mardruk Algae for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" Lexie looked towards Zheme, hands nervously squeezing his. "I...I do." "You have declared your consent to the church." The priest clasped both his hands behind his back, a pleasant yet hardly noticeable smile on his lips. "You may now kiss the bride." Zheme was the first to lean in, plump lips crashing onto Lexie's with a gentle passion. Her lips were as soft and as moist as ever and just like Zheme's they moved with a slow and delicate tendency.

Seeing him lose his temper, had the hair on my neck standing up. “What is it?” I ask cautiously. “Romano wants to change the deal,” he growled. Enzo walked over, picked up the broken phone, and placed it gently on the desk. I kept my eyes on my father. “Does he want land? Money?” I couldn’t think of anything more that they could possibly want. We had given them so much already. I was the only one really losing in this by getting a wife I didn’t want. He shook his head, running both hands through his hair. “They want to change the bride.”

The perfect merger of wealth, beauty, and power of two families. My father’s board members were lined up in the first rows, their wives decked in diamonds. Aurora wasn’t among them. I supposed she hadn’t wanted to risk me noticing the nail marks she’d left down Adrian’s back. Or maybe she was hiding somewhere, content to let me marry the man she was already screwing behind my back. “Do you, Eleanor Whitestone, take Adrian Cole to be your lawfully wedded husband?” “I’m so sorry,” I interrupted, my voice ringing through the ballroom. “Before I answer that, there’s something I would like to share with our guests.”

“But we’re finally real.” I looked out at the sea again, at the life we chose, the battles we survived. I once thought vengeance would set me free. But it wasn’t vengeance that gave me peace. It was love. Hard-won. Imperfect. And absolutely mine. — *Elena Montrose Crest* AUTHOR’S NOTE From the Desk of Enerst Brooks - The Vengetful Bride Creator When “The CEO’s Vengeful Bride” began, it wasn’t just a story about power plays or cold-hearted revenge. It was about a woman who lost everything and dared to come back for more than justice. She came back for herself.

he said. “What do you mean you can’t do this?” She asked “This union. The whole arrangement” he stated. “It seems wrong.” Victoria’s flawlessly formed eyebrows raised. “Wrong?” she inquired. “You’re telling me it’s wrong that you’re engaged to a woman from a respectable family?” “Yes,” he said firmly. “Bridget is not who you believe her to be.” Victoria sighed. “And who specifically do you think she is Carson?” She asked “She is a woman who spends her nights in clubs, who drinks excessively and who doesn’t care about anything serious.” He said.

I admit, he's an eye candy, and looks like one of those hot superheroes, with his thick black hair, chiseled jawline and eyes like that of a thunderstorm, he's a sight for sore eyes, but thirty, why would he agree to a freaking arranged marriage. " It says here...he's been CEO of the company since twenty six, and.....oh....he has a girlfriend" If he has a girlfriend, that means he wouldn't agree to this right... "He has a girlfriend?" Was that me sounding disappointed, no, I can't be attracted to him just because he's handsome in photos, what if he looks like a pig, or worse he has the personality of a pig, ha, I'm not interested in him. " Yes, Suzanne Pierce"

Steven said unleashing a screech filled with excitement. ”Really?” Catherine replied flatly. “Yes really. And why is your voice so down? Aren't you excited?” Steven asked curiously. The whole world was excited about this. King Shawn, every woman's dream man, and the world's most powerful king would be choosing a bride. He had finally given in to the people’s demands to have a queen. “I'm fine, Steve. I just caught a really bad cold,” Catherine lied through her teeth. Steven knew her so well and could sense the falsehoods in her voice but decided not to press further. One thing he was sure of was Catherine still thinking about her foolish ex, Tristan. He wishes he could smack her through the

“Are you rethinking your decision?” “I thought as much,” Alexander said with a faint smirk. He stood. His tall frame instantly filled the room, his presence suffocating. “Well, father-in-law,” he said calmly, “your daughter is now my lawful wife. We signed the marriage certificate today.” Mr. Andison’s breath caught. “She was obedient throughout the process,” Alexander added coolly. “Just how I like my women—docile and obedient.” For the briefest second, something unreadable flickered in his eyes. It vanished almost immediately, buried beneath cold composure, but his jaw tightened slightly before he looked away.

He had black shinny shoes on, and his lips were pressed firmly against each other as he made his way to the front of everyone. Some women cried at the thought of losing their darling to another woman, some laughed heartily as they wished their sweetheart a happily married life. As soon as Joel had stood on Becky's left hand side, it was announced that the bride to be would now walk in into the gathering. That was a moment everyone was waiting for—to see the woman the CEO of Empire World Corporation had chosen to be his bride. Everywhere grew silent as Emily walked out of the lounge and made her way into the gathering.

she asked. Evelyn’s attention shifted to her. For several seconds, she said nothing. Then she whispered: “You shouldn’t have married my son.” Adrian’s expression darkened. “She had no choice.” Evelyn shook her head. “No. That’s where you’re wrong.” She looked at Lena. “Lena was always meant to become your wife.” Lena felt her stomach drop. “So the agreement was real.” “Yes.” Adrian’s voice became dangerously calm. “Why?” Evelyn didn’t answer immediately.