Novel & Cerita The Enticing Ceo’s Chosen Bride

Below the stage, a flower girl was tugging on her mother's hand as she exclaimed, "It's so beautiful! It's just like in the picture books!" The emcee was certainly thrilled as well as he shouted into the mic, "Beloved guests, allow me to make the introductions once more—our groom, Mr. Christopher Bolton, CEO of Bolton Enterprise, and his blushing bride to be, the famous dancer Talia Stewart! It's certainly no exaggeration to say that they are a match made in heaven! Don't you agree?!" He was certainly clever in directing the atmosphere with his emotional yet unexaggerated words, pointing the mic at the crowd as he reached the climax.

Coming from a large family of mainly half-siblings, having been born to a man who’d married three times, had numerous affairs and begat eight children, to say that Sebastian had a jaundiced view of the holy sanctity of marriage was a huge understatement. With an iron will, he concentrated once more on his surroundings and not the potential minefield of his family, who had dispersed from their ancestral home, Wolfe Manor, as soon as they’d been able to escape. In the huge and ornately decorated inner courtyard a stunning marquee covered in silken swathes of material took up the centre space under a dusky evening sky. The bride, while being of average height, stood with a regal and graceful be

Elaina showed thumbs up to the couple, Pihoo and Aiden. Pihoo, the radiant bride, exuded timeless beauty and charm in her Western wedding attire. Her white gown was a masterpiece of lace and satin, adorned with delicate beading and a flowing train that trailed gracefully behind her. A veil framed her face, adding an air of mystique to her look. Her hair was elegantly styled, and her makeup highlighted her natural features, making her a vision of bridal perfection.

Aria’s POV I've been standing at this door for 10 minutes now knocking, What’s taking her so long? She’s meant to be ready by now. “Alexa?” I called out. “Are you ready?” She didn’t answer, that was strange. Today was her wedding to none other than Nathan Cross, the CEO of Cross Global Enterprise. My whole family has been planning this for months, down to the last detail. Reporters were invited along with celebrities and other rich businessmen. My father basically invited the whole of Manhattan to watch his favorite daughter get married to a hot shot business man.

Manila looked loud and alive below, like it didn’t know what it did to people. I stayed standing. Sitting felt like agreement. “I can arrange your brother’s admission,” Adrian said. “Deposit included.” Relief hit me first. Hot and dizzy. Then suspicion climbed right after it. “And what do you want?” I asked. “A contract,” he said. My stomach sank. “A one-year marriage,” he continued, tone calm like this was a business merger. “Civil. Quiet. With terms that protect both of us.” “Protect you from what?” I asked. “Control.”

“You will act as my wife in public. In return, your father is saved.” Her chest tightened. “This isn’t funny.” “I don’t joke.” His eyes locked onto hers. Cold. Certain. Unavoidable. Emily stood abruptly, shaking her head. “You expect me to marry a stranger?” “You don’t have the luxury to refuse.” The truth hit harder than anything else. Because it was true. Adrian turned and walked back to his desk, picking up a document. “The terms are simple,” he said. “No love. No expectations. No interference in my personal life.”

What the European elite witnessed was the canonization of a passion that had survived fire and betrayal to become the new law of the Moretti empire. Sofia Duarte Moretti gazed at her reflection in the gold-framed mirror of the bridal suite. The dress, a haute couture masterpiece in Calais lace and pure silk, embraced her body like a second skin, its train extending across the floor like a promise of eternity. Unlike the first “yes,” spoken in a cold office under the coercion of debts, this moment belonged entirely to her. She was no longer the contract bride; she was the partner, the lover, and the equal of the man waiting for her at the flower-decked altar by the lake.

A handful of people were present, Helena, Camille and Sebastian’s parents. The man standing before me was Sebastian Carvers, an award winning and successful CEO of his father’s company. He was nothing like what the blogs described, he was not the warm, accommodating and nice billionaire they portrayed him to be. Behind my veil, I could see his rigid posture, the way his muscles flexed underneath his suit like he was ready to punch a hole in the wall. Every part of him was cold and nothing about him was warm and inviting. “You may kiss the bride.” The priest declared and my entire body stiffened as my soon-to-be husband took a step closer in his custom made suit that clung to every part of hi

"The enemy is too strong. We can't hold them off. Let's just them through. Everyone thought that it made sense. After all, they had received so much money, so of course, they had to speed things up a bit and let the handsome groom sweep his bride off her feet sooner. Branden was walking at the forefront and smoothly arrived at the door of the bride's room. The bridesmaids announced that they had reached the final checkpoint of the day. "As long as you can find the wedding shoes, our handsome groom can walk away with our beautiful bride." Catherine was sitting on the bed in a gorgeous gown, looking dignified and imposing, with a face that could charm all living beings. Everyone who walked in

“Ava, my mother is on my neck to get married, your stepmother is maltreating you. Let's get married to be free from them.” “I…didn't tell you my stepmother is maltreating me.” My eyebrows furrowed in shock. “Oh, you didn’t need to say it directly. I understand when you told me about your late brother,” he said, his tone now calm. A contract marriage with my CEO wasn’t how I wanted to escape my stepmother's trap, but even at that, I began weighing my options inwardly. Ethan King was a cold-hearted boss, Alicia was a wicked stepmother, which of them would I be safe with?