All Chapters of The CEO’s Fake Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

The small chapel on the outskirts of Santa Luzia seemed to have stepped out of a simple, romantic dream. Perched on a gentle hill and surrounded by a grove of eucalyptus and ipe trees that still held some pink blossoms from late spring, the Church of Nossa Senhora das Graças could barely accommodate the twenty or so people who had come to witness the wedding.The lighting was intentionally intimate: dozens of tall white candles flickered inside glass holders, casting soft shadows on the rough stone walls. A few warm LED lights, hidden behind vases of ferns, added a golden glow that made everything feel even more ethereal. There was no luxury. No ostentation. And it was exactly the way Isabella had dreamed of since she was a little girl.She walked slowly down the short central aisle, her heart beating so hard it felt like it might leap out of her chest. In her slightly trembling hands, she held a simple bouquet of white roses mixed with wild lilies and a few sprigs of lavender she had

The morning light filtered timidly through the thin motel curtains. Isabella woke up first, her body deliciously sore from the brutal thrusts of the night before. She smiled as she felt Lewis’s strong arm wrapped possessively around her waist, even in his sleep. Her pussy was still throbbing, swollen and sensitive, with the remnants of his dried cum on the inside of her thighs. She felt marked. Claimed. It was the most perfect feeling in the world.She turned slowly on the mattress and watched her husband. Lewis Force slept with a relaxed expression, yet there was still something intense about his face. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, his defined muscles glistening slightly with sweat from the hot night. Isabella ran her light fingers over his abdomen, sliding down until she brushed against his semi-hard cock. He stirred but didn’t wake.“My husband…” she whispered, her heart overflowing with love.Lewis slowly opened his green eyes. A lazy smile formed on his lips when he saw t

Isabella woke up with her body still marked from the night before. Her breasts throbbed slightly where Lewis had squeezed them hard, and between her legs she felt a delicious little ache that made her smile to herself. The sheet was damp in the middle, remnants of his cum that had leaked out during the night. She stretched slowly, naked, and looked to the side. Lewis had already left for “work.” A simple note rested on the nightstand:“Good luck today, my love. I’ll be rooting for you. I love you.— Lewis”She smiled, pressing the paper against her chest. The clock read 7:15 a.m. Her interview at Force Enterprises was at 9:30 a.m. Although it was for the night shift, HR scheduled the candidates early. Isabella jumped out of bed, took a quick shower, and chose the most presentable outfit she had: tight dark jeans, a white short-sleeved blouse that subtly accentuated her breasts, and a simple black blazer she had bought on sale. She tied her brown hair into a high ponytail, applied nude

Isabella got off the bus at exactly 5:45 PM, her Force Enterprises uniform already folded inside her simple backpack. The night air in Santa Luzia was cool, but her stomach churned with a mix of anxiety and determination. It was her first full night as a cleaner. The Force Enterprises building gleamed under the exterior lights, imposing, with the “FE” logo illuminated in blue at the top. She still couldn’t believe Lewis worked there every day — as a financial analyst, he must spend hours on one of those floors. Thinking about him gave her strength.She entered through the service door in the basement, presented her temporary badge to the security guard, and headed straight to the women’s locker room. The place smelled of disinfectant, sweat, and reheated coffee. Lúcia, the supervisor, was already there, arms crossed, her uniform impeccable despite the night shift.“You’re early, newbie,” Lúcia said without smiling. “Good sign. But don’t think that makes you special.”Isabella hung her