The CEO secret wife

Alexander Kingston stepped off his private jet, his expensive Italian shoes clicking against the marble floor of the airport’s VIP lounge. His return to New York was supposed to be a victory—a celebration of securing a billion-dollar deal overseas. Instead, he was met with an unexpected and unwelcome surprise. His assistant, Ethan, trailed behind him, hesitant. “Sir, your grandmother insisted I tell you as soon as you landed.” Alexander barely glanced at him, already pulling out his phone to call Victoria, his girlfriend of two years. “What is it?” he asked impatiently, his mind elsewhere. Ethan swallowed. “Your grandmother… she arranged a marriage for you while you were away.” Alexander froze mid-step. He turned slowly, his dark eyes narrowing. “What did you just say?” Ethan cleared his throat. “You’re married, sir. Legally. Your grandmother arranged it while you were in London.” For the first time in years, Alexander Kingston was speechless. “I won’t accept this,” Alexander growled, pacing the grand sitting room of his family’s estate. His grandmother, Margaret Kingston, sat gracefully in her antique chair, sipping tea as if she hadn’t just detonated a bomb in his life. “You already have,” she replied, unbothered. “The marriage certificate has been signed. It’s legal. Sophia is your wife.” “Sophia who?” he demanded. The door creaked open before his grandmother could answer. Sophia Evans stepped inside, her eyes scanning the tension-filled room. She wasn’t the timid, desperate woman Alexander had expected. Dressed in a simple but elegant navy-blue dress, her long, wavy brown hair framed a delicate but determined face. “I’m Sophia,” she said, her voice calm yet firm. “And I’m your wife.” Alexander’s jaw tightened. His wife? No. This was a joke. A bad one. POV(Sophia) SOPHIA EVANS – A Not So Fairytale Beginning Sophia Evans never imagined her life would turn into something out of a soap opera especially not the kind where she wakes up one day and finds out she’s married to a billionaire who didn’t even RSVP to his own wedding. Life had been simple before this. She worked hard, paid her bills on time (most of the time), and made sure her mother didn’t eat instant noodles for dinner five nights a week. She had dreams—big ones—but none of them involved accidentally becoming the wife of New York’s most ruthless CEO. So how did she get here? Blame it on Margaret Kingston aka, the world’s most powerful, stubborn, and possibly over-caffeinated grandmother. Sophia had met her at a charity event where she (heroically, in her opinion) saved the elderly woman from face-planting into a chocolate fountain. One minute, she was handing over a napkin, and the next, she was being told she had "the heart of a true Kingston wife.” She thought it was a compliment. Turns out, it was a contract. And now, here she was, standing in a mansion the size of an airport terminal, facing a man who looked like he’d rather be hit by a bus than be married to her. “Let me get this straight,” Alexander Kingston said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You agreed to marry me?” Sophia crossed her arms. “Technically, I didn’t agree. Your grandmother ambushed me.” He narrowed his eyes. “And you just… went along with it?” “Well, excuse me for not tackling an eighty-year-old woman to the ground and screaming ‘NOOO’ like a dramatic movie scene.” She threw up her hands. “I thought she was joking! Who actually arranges marriages in the 21st century?” Alexander ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, I’m in hell. Sophia sighed, placing a hand on her hip. “Look, buddy, I didn’t exactly have ‘Marry a grumpy billionaire who thinks I’m after his money’ on my to-do list either.” “Then why did you sign the papers?” “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because your grandmother told me I’d be ‘ensuring the future of the Kingston legacy’ and ‘bringing honor to the family name’? She made it sound like I was accepting a noble quest, not starring in a reality show called Married at First Bank Statement.” Alexander groaned and looked up at the ceiling like it might open up and swallow him whole. Sophia, meanwhile, glanced around the room, still baffled by how ridiculously luxurious everything was. Even the couch looked like it had a net worth higher than her student loans. “So, what now?” she asked, crossing her arms. “Do I get a welcome package? A manual on ‘How to Be a CEO’s Wife Without Losing Your Mind’?” Alexander shot her a look. “The only thing you’re getting is an annulment.” Sophia grinned. “Aw, and here I thought we’d at least make it to a second date.” And he wasn’t laughing.