The Enticing Ceo’s Chosen Bride Novels & Stories

“Coming.” She brushed past me, opened the door.. and there he was. Tall. Lean. Ridiculously handsome in a relaxed, effortless way. He looked like someone who’d walked out of a high-end campaign shoot. Light stubble. Dark hair. Sharp eyes. A lazy grin on his face. Carl Graham. I knew his voice before he even said anything. “Ah. There’s our bride,” he said, eyes landing on me. I blinked. My mind flashed back to the argument I’d overheard days ago. He’s not the one you were supposed to marry.

said mr Ranch with a serious look on his face . ' ......An unusual choice of bride.....?!..........Wait ! Don't tell me............It can't be ! ' thought Liam when Eskylrious's image came to mind . " Looking at your complexion , you must have already realized who the chosen bride is , right ?!................Just as you think , the bride that was chosen is Kiara ! " said mr Ranch .

He trails off, eyes fogging. Killer.... He didn't have to say it. It echoed. It resounded. I could feel my heart cracking. All the years of wishing, wishing that we could be a family again..... I looked again at my brothers. None of them spoke. None of them looked at me. Selene lowers her eyes, as if she can’t bear to see. Tears gather “I only asked—” Astria’s lips curls. “Don’t flatter yourself, cousin. I am the chosen bride.”

Everyone in Drumham City would look down on her for being so desperate as to sell her body for a business deal, not to mention the fact that she was already married… The thought of Celena falling victim to everyone's scorn made Cheryl grin in delight. She then approached Celena, her heels click-clacking against the linoleum, and gave her a once-over, her arms crossed in front of her chest. "My dearest Celena, how can you be so naive? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and yet you want to turn it down! Do you have any idea who Mr. Bristow is? He's the future heir of the Bristow family, the wealthiest and most affluent family from the capital! If you satisfy him enough, you might just s

“Marked as taken now, so I guess it’s official.” The Justice of the Peace chuckled. “It is once you kiss your bride.” I lowered my head, our gazes locking. I brushed my mouth over hers, wrapping my hand around her neck, drawing her tight to me and kissing her deeply. It was my right, after all—she was my wife. When I drew back, she opened her eyes, and I was startled at the honest gentleness of her gaze. Her smile was a genuine one and I returned it fully, dropping another swift kiss on her full lips.

“Yes, I’m going to explain this to you as fast as I can, we have no time to waste.” Melissa swallowed and braced herself for what she was about to say. “The bride has gone missing, and this marriage has to go on. I will let something as small as this ruin the marriage, and you-“ she squinted her eyes and examined Melissa’s face again. “You have the exact same facial features as the bride, it’s terrifyingly similar and that works perfectly for me.” She said with a smirk. Melissa looked down to the floor as she took her time digesting everything Diana had just said.

Mr Emerson concluded. "We have enough money dad, you are being sarcastic....it's called selfishness, you are selfish!" Brandon said. This time around, he wasn't yelling. "Call it whatever you want. Don't you think it's time to stop your playboy life? Getting married to Beatrice is like helping you" Mr Emerson stated. "So Beatrice is her name" Brandon said, chuckling. "If you want me to get married, then let me choose my bride!" "Beatrice is the best bride for you, because after marrying her you would gain a lot and her company will be merged with yours"Mr Emerson replied.

the secretary said politely. I sighed silently. 'So, it's finally time to perform my duty as a wife at a social event,' I thought to myself. "Yes, I will prepare myself," I replied. When Friday arrived, I chose an elegant cream-colored evening gown that the housekeeper had prepared for me. I applied light makeup and left my long hair flowing. Just looking at myself in the mirror, I felt like I was no longer the same Linin. The role of being the wife of an influential CEO forced me to change.

She leaned back in her seat and looked at me quizzically. “Ex-husband, once he agrees to get a divorce,” I corrected her, “but, yes, that’s exactly right.” She shook her head in bewilderment. “I don’t get what he’s trying to do. Doesn’t he see how much simpler it would be for him if you were divorced? Then he could marry… What did you say her name was, again?” “Willa,” I said, “the one and only Willa Worthington.” “Willa Worthington? The actress?” Emma gawked at me.

She had heard about it from his mother and she was the one that had invited her because according to her, it was imperative, for her, the CEO's bride to be among the list of people that came to the company dinner party. Not being in attendance would raise eyebrows and that would also be their opportunity to introduce her to the world, she who was the wife of Niklas Eduardo. The man of the people. And to announce that he was no longer a bachelor and past the searching pool. She adjusted her lips to make the gloss that had been applied on them simmer. She looked so beautiful, she couldn't stop hailing herself nor falling for her beauty over and over again. "You look so beautiful Andrea, oh my.