Novel & Cerita The Enticing Ceo’s Chosen Bride

"I have been looking for you to congratulate you." Asher sighed and raised his brows. "I am not interested in hearing from you, Flavio. So cut the chase," he said and took a step to walk away from him but Flavio's mocking voice stopped him. "I was shocked to see The Bride of Velenoso. I expected her to be a woman of class but your brother is marrying a mere waitress, who slapped him at my wedding reception. What a great choice for our mighty Velenoso. A waitress…" he laughed taunting him.

"Kaden made sure of that." Something shifted in his expression. "So you would rather be the bastard's wife than the rejected bride," he murmured. "It is the only choice I have." He studied me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he straightened and crossed to the window, hands clasped behind his back as he looked out over the grey winter grounds. "There are conditions," he said finally. "I expected as much." "You will conduct yourself with discretion. Whatever you think of this arrangement privately, publicly you will be my chosen bride—not a refugee I took in out of pity." He glanced back at me. "People will assume what they like. Let them. What matters is the story we present

For him, I was willing to give it another shot. I flashed a grin and reached out my hand. "Hi, I'm Cecilia. Your bride-to-be." Bernardo looked at me with a sneer. "You think you, in your pitiful state, are fit to marry me? You're not even worth shining my shoes. Dream on." His contempt was like a splash of icy water, steadying my pulse. "Miss your toothbrush this morning, or is your breath always this stinky? Didn't anyone teach you manners?" I shot back.

“Isabelle, ring for your father immediately!” Setting aside her toast, Isabelle rose to pull the bell cord. “What is it, Mother? Has something happened?” Mrs. Ellwood clutched the parchment to her chest as if it might take wing and fly away. “It is an official proclamation from Cresthaven Palace. His Royal Highness, Prince Sebastian Winthorne, is to select a bride!” Isabelle paused, one hand still on the bell cord. “I see. And this concerns us because…?” “Because, you impossible girl,” her mother exclaimed, patience fracturing, “all eligible young ladies of quality are commanded to attend a month-long selection season at the palace! Priscilla among them!”

she cracked as I just watched. "I'll do it but I need to get something out of it" "Thirty million dollars, a house and a car. With this you don't need to beg" "Hmm deal, so where do I sign?" she asked. Fuck..I was expecting her to beg or whine maybe cry for hours but this girl is ready to sign. It's a good thing at least I'll get married soon enough "This place tomorrow we are getting married" I stated. Brianna's POV.

He could feel a lot of feminine lustful gaze following his strides but he couldn’t care less as he was used to the attention, he came across many familiar faces of rich and powerful celebrities, business Mongols and prominent figures in the society. He got into his acting phase, the unpleasant look on his face was replaced by a charming fake smile, it was time to mingle so he did effortlessly. About fifteen minutes after his arrival, the wedding proceedings commenced. It was the usual groom grinning from ear to ear, boring priest words, well seated guest things but the table turned at the bride's entrance announcement, all heads turned including Drake`s. Drake was amazed, the bride's look wa

"Mr. Ross, people are staring. You need to leave the balcony before the press notices." "I am not leaving," Nathaniel said, his voice low and rough. "That is my wife. Those are my children." "I know," Julian replied quietly. "But if you storm the stage right now, you will only push her further away. Look at her. She is not the same woman who left the penthouse." Nathaniel's eyes never left Ivy. She finished her speech with calm authority, the kind that made boardrooms fall silent. The diamond on her finger flashed again as she lowered her hand.

“You’re just three,” “Are we supposed to be a battalion or legion?” I asked. Henry pinched my hand and I glared at him again. “I’m only asking for clarity purpose. “Don’t mess things up, guys,” Sebastian begged. “Even if we do, we’ll be doing you a huge favor, Sebastian. It’s an arranged marriage, you’re not supposed to be this nervous. Just get it over with or even say no at the altar,” I suggested. “You’re evil, Derek,” Henry proclaimed.

She continued smiling and completed her sentence, "Don't look at me like that. You don't know, but you are going to become a maid, not a daughter-in-law, of England's richest family. Your husband Rex Foster is already having an affair. And he loves her very much. He is getting married to become the CEO of his company. Because his family doesn't like his girlfriend." Hearing her words, tears rolled down Julie's eyes. She clutched her gown in her fists. Cole's man knocked on the door and looking at them asked, "If the bride is ready then hurry up. Don't make the boss wait any more." On hearing his words, Anne replied, "She is ready." Anne took Julie out after covering her with a big veil. In t

She voiced inwardly, “My Devil chosen me from hundreds of sexy barmaids by his side. Why should I worry with an insecure feeling? Let’s consider this as a test for Devil to show his sincerity to me.” Soon some dragon maids brought luxurious fabrics and precious jewels, when Nora asked, they replied, “It’s an offer from our majestic queen for the exclusive brides.” Nora ordered Akshara, “Don’t just stand like a dead log there, come on groom them.” Akshara nodded and went near the blonde bride. The blonde bride refuses to get groomed by Akshara saying, “Aren’t you the harlot from the cave bar? I have heard on my way here.”