Billionaire’s Most Wanted Bride

Eva’s POV

“Get up” I heard someone say. Opening my eyes, I saw Damien standing in front of me. I looked around but it doesn’t look like the hotel suite where I slept the previous night.

“Where …? ” I tried to ask. Embarrassed that I was such a sleepyhead.

“US. We are back in the states. Now get up, the car is already waiting” Damien’s cold voice said. I covered my face trying to hide them from him. I don’t remember how I got to the airport or even when I got there. We had only spent one week at the hotel, so why is he suddenly going? He said we would stay for two weeks instead of one month which my father proposed.

” Come on! I have things to do” he dragged me by my wrist and forced me down the ramp stairs.

We entered a black Bugatti but something was different this time. Several cars escorted us from behind and in our front.

“What’s going on?” I asked

“Oat of office,” Damien said. His eyes were all on his laptop, continually he shifts his gaze away from it and checks the time.

Soon our car stopped in from of the ‘Sandro group’ Damien’s company.

I stayed focused, trying to figure out what to do next. The entrance was crowded with photographers, the media, and journalists from different channels. Damien got out of the car and looked at me.

I don’t want to do this but I have to, I thought he’d stop me at home and then head back to the office.

I walked out of the car and was shocked to see Damien’s hand ready to grab mine. I know what he is doing. Trying to play all romantic in the public. I smiled and held his hands. Playing along.

The clicking sound of the camera filled the air as we stormed inside the building.

“Mr. Alexandros Damien, his do you feel today, is it true that your father forcefully took the company from his brother? , Are you confident that you will make a good CEO? ” All these questions kept coming in from the journalist. It was so annoying and tiring. We just managed to get ourselves at the entrance of the company…

“Thank you so much, well to say I am confident enough to be the CEO of the Sandro group is an understatement to how I feel right now. And don’t you forget that I have a wife now, who is also very much experienced in the field of business management. ” Damien said the last words smiling and with his hands on my waist, he drew me impermissibly close to himself. ” I am not just confident “he continued, ” I am certain that Sandro group would be famous not only in the US but globally. Thank you”Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

That was the only question we answered. The security men blocked the journalist from making their way inside.

“Can you now leave my waist? The cameras are gone no need for a pretense.” I muttered to Damien, afraid that someone could eavesdrop. I was almost whispering.

” Oh….” He stuttered and abruptly let go of my waist.

The place was also a bit crowded with people. The women dressed beautifully in their work cooperate wears while I was still putting on my red skin tight sleeveless gown.

“I shouldn’t be here,” I said nervously

“Why?”

“Don’t you see, It’s as if I came all the way from home to a party instead of an office. . I am the only one dressed so casually. It’s so embarrassing. I…”

“You worry a lot. You are the CEO’s woman ” Damien sighed as he increased his pace, Making me walk faster than I should. What the hell is wrong with him?

“There you are,” Mr. Alexandros said walking towards us. He hugged Damien tightly for some seconds, Then he touched my head and said.

“You came with her? You must be tired, Eva. Why did you insist on coming?” He asked looking at Damien and then at me.

“I… I …” I stuttered not sure of what to say. I gave Damien this look’ What do hell are you doing? Say something please’ but instead, he smirked and also waited for my response.

“I… Was… It was Damien that insisted I’d come” I answered nervously.

“Okay,” Mr. Alexandros said and started talking to Damien about business, for some reason I felt he was intentionally excluding me from the discussion so I walked away.

I looked around at the guests expecting to see my father but to my dismay, he was out of site. I checked everywhere I could but it seems that he wasn’t invited.

“We are going in for the swearing-in, would you come along? “Damien asked bringing me back to reality. I was already admiring the beautiful structure of the company. The elegant receptionist and the golden decorations stood at a different corners. I could see my reflection from the tiles, the ceiling, and the wall too.

We walked into a hall, not so large and not so small. It was filled with important employees, the stock and shareholders, and a few journalists.

I sat in a corner as I watched Mr. Damien Alexandros Was called up to the stage. He walked majestically to the stage, and on clearing his throat he started.

“I’d solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the office of president of the Sandro group. And will to the best of my ability, take this company globally. I will do my best, not to allow this company to have any backslide no matter what. And I will do my best, protect and defend both the company and its employees.”

He said and the hall was filled with clapping and the clicking of the camera. I so much admired his charisma and intonation as he spoke. He claimed the stage and came to sit beside me.

“Congratulations,” I jumped up and hugged him. I was too excited for no reason the photographers focused their cameras on us.

“What are you doing?” Damien asked in a rather cold tone.