All Chapters of The CEO's Stubborn Matchmaker: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Sixteen-year-old Celine watched as her father twirled her mother around on the dance floor. They’re high school sweethearts and years later, still in love more than ever. Swinging her back and forth, looking lovingly into her eyes. It was like watching a Disney movie. She loved seeing the look on her mother’s face as she started back into her father’s eyes adoringly. Her dad was her mom’s prince charming and her mother was his princess. It was love. They were at a friend of the family’s wedding and Celine had been excited to come when she found out about it. Her elbow-length dark brown hair had been done in soft curls. She had put on a light amount of makeup, which was the right amount to highlight her features. She rarely dressed up as much as she currently was. It was the current event that influenced her to do this. Her stunning cream-colored maxi dress made her look like she was floating across the room when she walked. It had an overlapping off-the-shoul

Engagement /in-ˈgāj-mənt/Noun. Emotional involvement or commitment. *******CELINE WESTWOOD POV. Things never go well, when we’re near each other. Our relationship isn’t a “hate and love” relationship because there is no love between us. That word doesn’t even exist when it comes to Lucian and me.I haven’t spoken to that man in years. I get angry just thinking about what happened the last time we saw each other at his father’s retirement party.That devil had the nerve to call me a spoiled heiress in front of his friends. Claiming that every expensive thing I have is always paid for by my parents. Like the big house, I live in, the fancy car that I drive, amazing clothes, and expensive jewelry that I own.None of those things were even close to being true!I’m the one that paid for all of thos

Misfortune \mis-ˈfȯr-chən\ Noun. an event or conjunction of events that causes an unfortunate or distressing result. ******* CELINE WESTWOOD POV. I groaned in agony, at the misfortune that I had just allowed myself to be put into. Dropping my head onto my desk. Like a rabbit being taunted by a tasty carrot under a box, I had unknowingly let my guard down and put myself in a position to be trapped. I pulled my head up and threw Althea a glare. “You tricked me,” I said in accusation. She put her hands up in defense, “I just want to say that it wasn’t my idea but I had no choice.” Giving her an unconvinced look, “What do you mean it wasn’t your choice to trick me into attending?” “Well- “she began to answer. Looking at her, “Did someone hold a gun to your head, and threatened you in order to make me go?” “No,” she pouted. Sh

Snitch \snich\Noun. Tattletale *******CELINE WESTWOOD POV.My damp hair drops as I pull the now wet towel out of my hair and drop it on the ground beside me. I grabbed my hairdryer and curling iron in one of the side drawers of my vanity.I plug in my hairdryer and curling iron, then quickly start drying my hair. I thank God that my hair isn’t thick enough, to the point it would take forever for me to finish doing it.After deeming it dry enough, I begin to start working on my curls. Brushing my hands through my curls after being done.I stand up, walking towards my walk-in closet, and pull out my black ankle strap heels. Slipping it on my feet, I bend down to buckle the straps.I stand up and walk towards my floor-to-ceiling mirror beside the door of my walk-in closet and do a 360 turn to examine my outfit.I look at the woman in the mirror and

Archenemy \arch-en-e-my\ Noun. A principal enemy.  ******* CELINE WESTWOOD POV. Althea and I first had a look of surprise on her face, “No. Freaking. Way.” My eyes widened when a sudden thought hit me. Is Lucian Althea's blind date? If I wasn’t irritated from hearing his name all day, I sure am now that I’m seeing him. “You have got to be kidding me,” I spoke out loud in disbelief. Althea and I watch him as he gets nearer. I took a glance at her, to see what her reaction would be. No doubt, matching mine. I’m proven wrong when I see a look of humor on her face. It confuses me, and I don’t understand why she isn’t worried at the thought that he might be her blind date. This guy is the worst candidate when it comes to being in a relationship. The only type of relationship he can be in is one that is no string attached. “Is he