Covering Up For The CEO

Brielle’s Pov“What is it?” I found myself asking no one in particular; with my heart racing a mile a minute as everyone in the hall suddenly fixed their gaze on me, their gazes which came with an indistinct murmur. For a second I thought I had done something wrong.Behind me seemed to be another point of attraction. I was not sure whether or not it was safe to look back, but before I could even think, curiosity took the better part of me.I turned almost immediately only to behold the figure of Albert Stone on one of his knees revealing the stunning diamond ring in the small box he was holding.“Brielle Davis, be my wife and make me the happiest man on earth, and anything you’d ever dream of would be made available to you” the proud young man on his knees said.A gasp left my lips as he said those words to me. There’s no way that’s going to happen. Albert Stone, on his knee, asking me, Brielle Davis to marry him? It had to be some kind of a sick joke that he was playing on me. My eye

Brielle’s PovMrs. Rebecca Stone has always looked at me in disgust ever since the night of the engagement. It was so odd when she suddenly invited me to her office. I knew it was in respect to me getting married to his son, Albert. The invitation said 10:00 Am but I made sure I was there earlier.I woke up very early that morning, rushed to the toilet and emptied my bowel before taking a quick shower which didn’t take much of my time. I wore a pair of black pants with a denim jacket to complement it before sitting in front of my mirror to apply a little makeup on my face. I made sure it wasn’t too noticeable because I love looking natural.I headed out of the house to the Stones company without informing Albert who was still in his house office assembling some documents which he left unsettled before the wedding. He stopped me from going to work at least for the moment until everything subsided. Of all the things I wanted to be in life, a home wife was certainly not in the list so I

BRIELLE’S POVI stood at the bottom of the stairs staring, speechless at Albert while battling a hangover. I haven’t been married for three days and I already regret my decision. I cannot even be upset as much as I wanted to, because the contract stated that we can live our normal lives and see other people and after five years we get a divorce and go our separate ways. Quietly I walked down to the dining table and poured myself a steaming cup of coffee. I picked an apple and returned back to my room. Just as I was about entering the bathroom to wash off the stench of alcohol that clung to my skin, the door fell open and Albert came in, with a lost look on his face.“Brie, I want to explain what happened between me and Diana….”“Is none of my business,” I interrupted. “This whole marriage is a sham, to the outside world you are married but between the both of us, you are as free as a bird. So you can impregnate as many women as you want, and I will not say a word.”“It is nothing li