To Become The CEO I Must Marry The Nerd Girl

The young billionaire is sitting with his dying grandfather, who is about to give him all his money. The problem is, his grandson is a spoiled brat who faked his university degree and knows nothing about running a tech company that specializes in AI technology. His only chance is to use someone to do the work for him while he shines in the spotlight and does what he does best: charm people with his looks and sweet tongue. His grandfather gives him one last chance to prove himself, if he manages to complete the most important deal they've been working years to secure with one of the biggest Cyber security companies then his grandfather will make him the official CEO. And he'll be the heir of the family's fortune. His victim and behind-the-scenes CEO is his friend from university. She is a nerd girl who liked him and helped him pass all the tests in college; she helped him graduate without reading a single book. He goes to her humble home to find her, he proposes, and tells her that he has always loved her and that it is time for them to get married.

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Amir's Pov:

The respect I commanded in the company was palpable, a tangible force I had meticulously built. I saw it in the deferential nods of the junior partners and, most importantly, in the grateful eyes of my grandfather. He never failed to express his gratitude for the crucial deals I'd secured, the partnerships I'd forged over lavish dinners and in opulent boardrooms.

But I also saw the worry lurking behind his praise. He knew. He knew that while I was a maestro of social and business strategy, my role as an engineer was a carefully constructed façade.

I dodged meetings with the top engineers like they were the plague. During presentations on new technological updates, I remained a silent, smiling statue. I never volunteered a single technical idea. It was as if I'd learned nothing in my five years of university.

The moment of truth arrived in the stark silence of his office. I was mid-sentence, outlining a brilliant new marketing strategy, when Mr. Sami, the senior manager of the Computer Networks Department, walked in. He was the real deal-a man who spoke in code and circuit diagrams. He proposed a new technological approach and then, with the grim satisfaction of a surgeon finding a tumor, revealed a flaw in our current system and began explaining it.

I arranged my face into a mask of intense interest, but inside, I was drowning. The jargon was a foreign language, the concepts were a dense fog. When he finally finished, my grandfather turned to me. "Amir," he said, his voice calm. "Your opinion?"

I played the only card I had. "I agree with Mr. Sami. It's a solid analysis."

"Elaborate," my grandfather pressed, his gaze unwavering.

I felt the walls closing in. I tried to steer the conversation back to market impact and client perception, but my grandfather was a hawk. He wouldn't be diverted. He finally dismissed Mr. Sami, telling him he'd have an answer in two days.

The moment the door clicked shut, the atmosphere shifted. My grandfather turned to me, his expression grave.

"Explain yourself, Amir," he ordered, his voice low and stern.

"Soon, others will see it as well. It will be a scandal: 'Engineer Amir Ramzi Abo Al_Saeed is a fraud who knows nothing about his major'."

"They will accuse this entire company of corruption. They will question our integrity and the quality of our work!"

I tried to defend the indefensible. "I tried, Grandfather, I truly did. But I hated it," I confessed, the words feeling like a confession of a deep, shameful weakness.

"I hated every complex book in school and university. I absolutely hated math and science. But I am not stupid," I insisted, my voice gaining a desperate edge.

"I am a practical man. I work instead of reading about working. I learn from experience. I know I am not an engineer, but I needed the title to get to this position. Everyone knows how much I've done for this company. You know it too. This little detail can remain our secret."

I laid out my true value. "As a manager, I handle responsibilities others can't fathom. The logistics, the finance, the relations, the... 'dirty work.' That is what I do. Being an engineer? Many can do that. Taking care of the company? That is something only I can do."

He was silent for a long moment, his eyes searching my soul. "I will think about it," he said finally.

Soon after, fate intervened. My grandfather fell gravely ill. I stayed by his bedside for days, the guilt and fear were a constant companion. As he felt his time nearing, he called me close. His voice was a frail whisper, but his will was iron. He told me he would name me CEO, but only if I proved I could do it.

"Secure the deal with the QBG group," he breathed, referring to the partnership we'd been negotiating for years. "if you do that I will rest assured the company is in good hands. The fortune will be yours."

I went home that night feeling utterly trapped. The QBG deal was the big one. To secure it, I would have to lead the final presentation myself. I had never done that before. My role was always the prelude: I'd plan the outings, I'd pick the finest restaurants, the entertainment, I'd be making sure the partners were happy and pliable before the real technical experts took over. But now, as the prospective CEO, the technical burden would fall squarely on my shoulders. I would have to sit with the engineers, understand their updates, make technical decisions, and answer complex, pointed questions.

I was stepping into a danger zone, and I was utterly unarmed. And then, as if summoned by my desperation, a memory surfaced. A face from the past. The only person who had ever been able to translate that incomprehensible world of equations and code into something I could grasp. My one and only savior from college: my nerd friend. Tala.

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I woke up from emergency surgery to repair a torn retina, completely blind and alone. The first phone call I received wasn't one of concern. It was my mother, furious that I had embarrassed our family by missing a business brunch. Her next order was chilling. "Go to your husband. Get pregnant. A Hartman heir is the only thing that will secure our trust fund." My husband, Jakobe Hartman, is a man who views our marriage as a corporate merger. Our hundred-page prenup has a clause that strictly forbids any emotional entanglement. He was the last person I wanted to see me so helpless. But then I stumbled blindly out of my room and crashed right into him. He found me weak and pathetic. He overheard my mother's abusive voicemail. He even listened in silence as I spun pathetic lies on the phone, pretending he was a doting husband just to get her off my back. I expected him to walk away in disgust. Instead, he moved me to the penthouse suite and sent me home in an armored car. I dismissed it as a cold calculation to protect his public image. I thought I was finally safe in my own apartment. I had no idea he was watching me on a live security feed, just moments after ordering the hostile takeover of my family's entire company.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.2

Reborn At The Altar: Reject My Cruel Groom, Marry A Mysterious Tycoon

9.2

Lainey spent her last life destroying herself for Larry, only to become the woman he discarded most cruelly. He never loved her, never wanted her, and made no secret that his first love still owned his heart. On their wedding day, he abandoned Lainey at the altar for that woman, then later used Lainey as nothing more than a stepping stone for his company's rise. In the end, he even had her kidney ripped from her. Reborn at the very moment everything began, Lainey called off the wedding without hesitation. But after losing her, Larry begged desperately. Lainey shot him a cold look, then turned and walked straight into the arms of a powerful, aloof man, who stared down at Larry with pure contempt. "She's my wife now."

Billionaire Fantasy Romance

7.4

Reborn Surgeon: The Billionaire’s Secret Obsession

7.4

Standing on the edge of a limestone quarry in the pouring rain, I thought we were just having another family argument. Then my mother, Ardell, screamed that I’d let the life insurance lapse, and my brother, Hakeem, stepped out of the shadows with a cold, calculating look in his eyes. I told them I knew the truth—that Hakeem had cut the brake lines on my father’s car—but they didn't flinch. Instead, Hakeem shoved me hard, sending me tumbling into the abyss. I hit a jagged ledge thirty feet down, the sound of my spine snapping like a dry branch echoing through the rain. As I lay paralyzed and broken, my mother watched from above, asking if I was dead yet, before Hakeem whistled for the starving wild dogs that lived in the quarry floor. "Nature will clean up the mess," Hakeem said, walking away while the first set of teeth sank into my throat. The agony was a tidal wave, but the rage was hotter, a nuclear hatred for the family that stole my future and the daughter I’d never see grow up. I died in that dirt, consumed by fire and teeth, wondering how a mother could choose a car payment over her own child's life. But then, I gasped for air, sitting bolt upright in my old trailer bedroom. I looked at the calendar: May 12, 2014. I was seventeen again, but I wasn't the same girl. Inside this malnourished body was the mind of a world-class trauma surgeon and the elite hacker known as 'Phantom.' This time, I wasn't going to the quarry; I was going for their throats.

Billionaire Fantasy Modern

7.2

Sold To The Devil I Ruined

7.2

Fitzgerald Woodard was the "stray" I used to torment in prep school, a boy I once paid to kneel in the mud for my amusement. Now, the tables have turned, and he’s the billionaire who bought my father’s debt, dragging me into his mansion as a "personal asset" listed in a contract I never read. He didn't just want the money back; he wanted to see me break. He stood over me in the rain and told me he owned the very machines keeping my father alive, and with one flick of his thumb, he could stop his breathing forever. The nightmare escalated until I didn't recognize myself. He forced me to eat cold soup off the floor like an animal and gripped my hand over a heavy hammer, forcing me to crush a young guard's bones just to prove I was as much of a monster as he was. His childhood sweetheart, a nurse I once humiliated, stood in the shadows, whispering that I was nothing more than a used-up toy he was already bored of. I lay on the cold marble, shivering from a fever he refused to treat, realizing that the curse he placed on me years ago had finally come true. Every act of cruelty I had ever committed was being repaid with interest, and the man I once looked down on was now the only god I had left to pray to. Suddenly, he threw me out into the freezing night with nothing but rags on my back and a shattered phone. The hospital called with an ultimatum: fifty thousand dollars by noon, or they pull the plug on my father’s life support. Standing barefoot on the biting asphalt, I watched his black SUV disappear into the dark. I have nine hours to save the only person I love, and only one way to get the money. I have to go back and kneel before the devil I created.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.0

The Barren Ex-Wife's Revenge

8.0

Three years of blame, one day of freedom and a lifetime of revenge. Elena Torres was called barren. For three years, her billionaire husband Jack and his cruel family made her believe that her inability to conceive made her worthless. After a bitter divorce and a single reckless night with a stranger who awakens the fire inside her, Elena vanished. Years later, she returns With a new name, wealthy, and twin children whose father remains a mystery. She is no longer the discarded wife. She is now power itself. "Let's find a new daddy for mummy," One of her twin sons said when Jack was on his knees, begging. "That's our daddy." The other twin points across the room, to the most feared billionaire in the world, who freezes the moment his eyes lock on Elena. "We meet again my Sunray."

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.8

The Billionaire and the chef

9.8

"I didn't marry you for love, Elara. I married you for the land." Five years ago, Elara Sterling wore a gold mask and shared a night of forbidden passion with Silas Vane, the "Ice King" of Seattle. Then, she vanished. Now, she's back-not as a socialite, but as a struggling mother desperate to save her son. But Silas isn't the man she remembers. He's cold, powerful, and he just bought her father's debt. The terms of the "Sterling Clause" are simple: Marry him for one year, and her debts are erased. But there's a catch. Silas doesn't just want the Sterling Port; he wants the son he never knew he had. As Elara steps into a world of vipers and corporate sabotage, she must decide: Is she a wife, a prisoner, or the only woman powerful enough to melt the Ice King's heart? In the game of power, love is the ultimate hostile takeover.

Billionaire Modern Romance

To Become The CEO I Must Marry The Nerd Girl

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