The Enticing Ceo’s Chosen Bride Novels & Stories

Third‑Person Point of View Caleb had spent the previous day combing every department, photograph of the CEO’s wife in hand, yet still had not located her. He stared at the picture now, bewildered. Women of every pedigree chased Asher Windermere, but the bride he had chosen was a shy-looking “nerd.” Caleb scratched his head; the marriage had happened so suddenly he, the chief aide, had learned of it only afterward. A sleek car pulled to the curb. Asher stepped out and Caleb hurried over with the other executives.

“What the hell is that?” She let out a sigh, rolling her eyes. “God, you are so boring.” She waved the card dramatically. “This is an exclusive invitation to Maison De La Mariée, the most luxurious bridal boutique in the world. Since I am a top model and all, they want me to showcase their newest wedding gowns. And guess what, fiancé? You are coming with me to pick one out.” I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. “I don’t recall agreeing to play husband.” I leaned back in my chair, completely unamused. “Are we supposed to be some happy, lovesick couple now?”

“I love you.” “You tricked me!” “You asked for a blind date!” she whined. “I asked for a normal man—not my literal CEO!” There was silence. Then— “Wait... are you getting married?” she asked slowly. “No! Of course not! He offered me a job.” “A job…?” I rubbed my face, groaning. “He offered me a million dollars to fake-date him in front of his grandfather. That’s it.” “Wait, seriously? That’s it? I thought he was dead set on marriage.”

George made her dress up so that they were going somewhere, she was dressed in a red gown he bought for her. “Here we are.” He got behind her and loosened the blindfold he used to cover her eyes. She was dumbfounded when she saw everything in front of her. The view in front of her wasn't what she expected, they were standing close to the beach, with candles and flowers everywhere on the floor. “George.” “Elle.” she turned and saw him kneeling on one knee. “I know I might not be the best man on earth, but I will be for you if you let me be your husband, be the man by your side every day of my life, the man you will walk down the aisle to meet.”

I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.

Somehow this just doesn't feel good. Finally I'm helped up the alter where direct with the devil himself. The fire burning in his eyes is enough to burn me alive. His anger is suffocating behind the expensive, ready to come and devour everything it touches. Why did I even agree to do this? “ Everyone if we would please settle down!" The man who is supposed to wed us announces. “ You're all gathered here to witness the union of our beautiful bride Natasha Mora and groom Ethan Santos, “ he continues. With a long terrible speech I could hardly hear because I'm so uncomfortable. The way my future husband to be is looking at me just makes me want to melt away. His anger is intoxicating that's it'

“You didn’t choose her because of a debt or a letter, Adrian. You chose her because you actually saw her. That’s the only version of this Eleanor ever wanted.” Vivian had gone very still throughout the exchange, and when she finally spoke, her voice had lost every trace of its earlier composure. “So all of it—my whole life spent preparing to be chosen—was never even the point. It was never supposed to be an obligation to fulfill at all.”

I know that this is a sacred place but I am committing a sin inside this place, the moment that I put my eyes, not to my very own bride. My eyes followed her but I tried to stop, she turn me down that way. I am a man and I must not act this way. The day was just fine, clouds outside are clear as my feelings for Janine, kidding HAHA. F*ck her for making me feel this way, you want it that way then be it. I am Caspian Alexander Arevalo, women chase me and I do not, so let it stay that way. Petals were spread on the floor, every detail is flourished with a careful touch from our expensive parents. People gasped as the bride was finally walking down the aisle with her father.

My father’s greed, my mother’s hope, Damon’s shadow hanging over it all. Hours later, Catherine appeared at my hotel. She swept in like she owned the air around her, and she wasn’t alone as usual. Another woman followed, a tall, elegant figure with perfect posture and a smile trained to charm. Once we were inside the limousine, Catherine gestured toward her. “Vivienne, this is Elise. She’s the designer and event planner handling everything for the wedding.” Elise reached for my hand, her grip soft but confident. “It’s a pleasure. I’ve worked with royalty, celebrities, heads of state… but I must say, a Langford wedding always carries its own weight.”

“I need someone practical. Not a debutante. Not dramatic. Someone who needs the arrangement as much as I do.” “Oh, I know! It will be fast and clean. How about a stripper? No, no—an influencer. She’ll need to... oh no, that’s loud, not quiet. I know the one: you can’t refuse this one. It's gold—a Vegas bride! I can already picture it! I can book the flight if you want, and..." Just then, I was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Yes, come in,” I said. “Sir?” “Yes, Stacy?”