Replacement CEO

Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

Temple Madison

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."

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Chapter One

Author's pov

A private jet landed at LaGuardia Airport. As the packing apron was emptied for the arrival of the town's very special and long-awaited guest,.

Six men dressed in an all-black suit and leather shoes waited patiently by the Maybach Exelero packed in front of the plane for the arrival of one of New York's goodness.

Letting down the air stairs, the six men immediately went towards the airplane and waited by the stairs to welcome her.

She got out of the plane, putting on her sunglasses and face mask, before climbing down the stairs.

She rolled down the window of the car as soon as she sat in it, breathing in New York's air after such a long time.

If someone had told her earlier that she had returned to New York this year, she would have groaned and called that person a liar, but here she is now, she thought, chuckling inwardly.

She was only here because she had to fulfill one of her grandfather's last wishes. The old man was still trying to be the peacemaker, even after leaving.

She looked through the window. "Not much, though." She murmured as she saw some landmarks that were there before she left, still existing.

Rolling the window back up and leaning against the car seat, she takes a deep breath. She was about to not only meet but also live with her family after more than ten years.

Why couldn't she just continue her life without them? She ruffled her hair a bit.

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Milos Pov

"Bella is back." Samuel said, barging into Milo's office.

He raised his head from the file, closing it and giving him his full attention.

"What's your plan?" He asked, taking his seat in front of the black office desk.

"I am not sure yet, but either way, I am not giving up my company; definitely, we're going to have to get married." Milos replied, rubbing his forehead slightly.

He has been stressed lately, trying to come up with a plan to save his empire.

"If she's still the same Bella, then I'm pretty sure we shouldn't have much stress, considering the fact that she had a crush on you." Samuel added.

"And considering the way I brushed her feelings for me away in the past, I don't really think she would want to have anything to do with me." Milos said, his eyebrows raised.

"Well. " He said he was getting up on his feet.

"Where are you going?" Samuel asked to follow his friend out of the room.

"If she's in town, I might as well show my face and let her know the trouble we both are in." He said he was putting on his glasses and sliding into the back seat of his black Bugatti Veyron.

"The Harrison's Mansion." He ordered.

She stepped out of the car, looking around a bit, before making her way into the mansion.

"Milos." Mr. Harrison called out, surprised.

He quickly smiled, bowing a little to greet him as a sign of respect.

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