The CEO's Enigmatic Bride

a suffocating blanket. The once-vibrant space was no eerily quiet, the soft hum of the air conditioning the only sound as sunlight filtered through the

e had tried everything-promotions, partnerships, even hosting art workshops to draw in more customers-but the debts kept piling up.

he had poured his soul into, w

inst it cool surface, trying to steady her breathing. She couldn't affo

hts. She hesitated before answering, knowing it wo

id her voice stead

d to discuss the overdue payments on the gallery's loan. If yo

what they would do: seize the gallery, liquidate the

d to let t

ming skyscraper, Adrian Cole was experi

nd cling to everyone present. Adrian sat at the head of the table, his expression calm

aid, his voice sharp. "Your personal life has been making headlin

essy breakup with veronica Hale, a socialite-turned-businesswoman with a penchant for drama. The t

ent addressing these rumors," A

. "we need something that shows stability, something that assures our

building Cole Enterprises into a powerhouse, a company that sets trends in real estate, technol

to himself. The word felt forei

ke steps to fix your public image, Adrian. Otherwise, w

t others dictate his life, but he couldn't ignore the stakes. His company

father had always believed in the power of at to connect people, to inspire, and heal. She

sn't enough to

with swirling colors that seemed to dance across the canvas. It had been her f

ut Adrian Cole, the billionaire CEO who had recently made waves in the art world by acquirin

proaching someone like Adrian was dauntin

hat stretched endlessly before him. The world saw him as a man who had everything-w

the board meeting. Stability. That's what they wanted. A

skey, his phone buzzed on the table

Adrian asked his tone

now about the art gala next week. It's being hosted by the Martin family-appare

had once been prominent in the art world, their gallery a hub for creativity and innov

drian said finally, his

st don't scare anyone off wit

rner of his lips. He didn't have time for frivolous ev

a chance to acquire art-it might provide a

ity, the faint hum of an