Read Me and the CEO Novel by carmen esparanola PDF Online Step-by-Step

If you love a CEO with a tormented heart to call his own and strong, fighting girls, you will fall in love with this couple. Once upon a time there was a lonely CEO named Andrew who dedicated his entire life to his work. He was successful in his career, but he had no time for anything beyond that. Until one day he came across a hard-working cleaning lady named Ella. Ella is a humble, kind and
very hard-working young woman who makes Andrew fall in love with her from the frst moment he sees her.
But she fears that her simple, humble life will never fit into Andrew’s sophisticated life. Will he be able to see that true love has no social barriers, and will Ella see that her dreams can come true if she believes in herself?
This is a cliché romance, inspired by the Cinderella fairy tale, but with a modern twist and a message of love and hope. I hope you enjoy the book as much as I loved writing Andrew and Ella’s story.
Hawthorne, Some Years Before It’s a rainy day with palpable sadness in the air. I look at my body covered in raindrops that the umbrella couldn’t block. I’m wearing dark clothes exactly like my father, who I fnd standing on the other side of the room. I hold my nanny’s hand tightly. I look around, confused, scared, watching people
crying or whispering something to us with their expressions of sadness and grief. My father is silent, reclusive, his eyes are red, but no tears come out of them. Still, I can see your sadness like no one else in this room can. Your pain. While I myself try to understand what is happening inside me. The void that seems to become a big black hole in my chest. Dad’s distance from me since we left home makes me insecure about going to him. Afraid. I look in front of me. Mom is in a big shiny wooden box. The nanny insists that I come closer, but I’m afraid to get any closer. This seems forbidden, but I try. One step at a time. I look at her face. It’s
serene. I can almost see her beautiful smile. It’s as if she was sleeping or saying one of her prayers that she said on the carpet. Only she isn’t. Sleeping. Somehow, I understand that mom will never wake up from this dream and I can no longer hold back my tears. Daddy says strong people don’t cry. They just swallow the defeats and move on. I break away from Nanny’s hand and go to him. His face remains hard, still without paying me any kind of attention. — Why don’t you talk to me, daddy? — I try really hard, but I can’t hold back the
sobs coming out of my throat. Mom was always attentive to me, affectionate and I remember her by my side all the time saying that she loved me and that I was her sunshine. Would Dad feel the same? I desperately want a hug, a kind word, any kind of comfort from him. A promise that everything will be okay. But none of
that came from my father. — Come on, darling — the nanny holds my hand again. Dad doesn’t move, doesn’t look at me, and doesn’t answer the question I asked him. Would I ever have the answer? Would daddy look at me with love and pride one day? I will fght to deserve this. CHAPTER 1 Wisdom University, Windlerbrook I’m
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