The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

A marriage built on schemes and calculation was never his cup of tea. The only reason they were still together was her reluctance to let go. Their peaceable coexistence hung on every sexual encounter they shared.

After all, he was a man with needs. And she was willing to give, to indulge without burden for those fleeting moments of joy.

Their so-called “happy” marriage was rooted in “harmonious” encounters. To the outside world, they seemed to be the perfect couple, but it was all an illusion.

Even Damon and Chloe sensed something off about their union, yet it somehow trudged on.

How could it be?

Ronald was spot-on. She only sought out Nathan to cement her standing in the company. Having the second son of the Harpers to back her up, no one dared to cross her.d2

Though her shares didn’t measure up to her uncle’s, she remained unscathed in the corporate world. Nathan was biding his time for a divorce, and she hungered for more shares. If Ronald offered his shares to her, then there was no need to keep Nathan dangling.

As for continuing with Ronald? Her lips, pressed tightly together, lost their color under the pressure of her teeth.

Divorcing Nathan. Could Anya handle it?

Anya adored Nathan. If they split for good, she’d have to cut ties completely.

Ronald was right. The longer she waited, the more Anya would suffer. If Nathan got wind of anything, or decided to dig deeper, she risked losing Anya too.

No, she couldn’t afford to lose Anya.

Yet something unformed within her swayed her decisions.

Nathan hadn’t slept well, but a two-hour nap did wonders for his spirits. He was so hungry he felt like he could eat a horse.

Descending the stairs, there was Anya, gyrating in the living room, her small arms flailing to some incomprehensible dance on TV.

Nathan cast a disdainful glance her way and let out a dismissive “tch.”

Anya, hearing him, scurried over, “Nathan, you’re up?”

He raised an eyebrow, ruffling his hair as he headed for the kitchen. When he didn’t see Yulia in the living room, he casually asked, “Where’s your mom?”

“She…” Anya paused, then corrected, “Nathan, Yulipop is my big sister. Don’t get it twisted, or she’ll have trouble getting hitched someday.”

Nathan froze, turned, and looked down at Anya, “You looking for trouble, young lady?”

Anya pouted, “What’s wrong?”

Nathan couldn’t be bothered to argue with a toddler. Waving her off, he continued toward the dining area.

“Forget it. Not your mom, your sister. Where’d she go anyway?”

Anya toddled after him, clutching his pants, following him to the fridge.

As Nathan rifled through the fridge for food, Anya piped up, “Mister Ronald swung by today, and Mom went out with him.”

Nathan’s hand paused mid-search, and he turned to Anya, “She went out with who?”

Anya blinked innocently, “With Mister Ronald.”

Nathan’s face darkened.

But Anya, oblivious, cheerily added, “I asked Mister Ronald if he likes Yulipop, and he said he does.”

Nathan fell silent.

him, he can only like Yulipop a little bit because she

was

went out with

“When did they leave?”

head, “Dunno, Yulipop skipped lunch and took

now, so she’d been out with Ronald for hours? And they hadn’t returned since before lunch,

cold laugh escaped him as he slammed the

beside him, looking up worriedly, “Nathan, what’s

cold. So, she had an exit strategy all

hunger that had him ready to devour a cow vanished in a puff. Scooping up Anya, he set her down on the couch in the

off the

eat. Stay

a pair of

I

“Don’t bother.”

Nathan yanked the door open, inadvertently pulling Yulia, who was on the other side, into the room. After a few seconds,

Nathan scoffed, “I’m busy.”

her lips together, “Then we’ll talk

Anya home alone? Had

did I ever

frosty as he stared her down. “Who

Her silence was confirmation enough for

tumbling down. She was left alone, watching the door slam shut

didn’t pause for a second, and Anya

up, closed the door, and reached for Anya’s hand with a gentle tug. “Have you had

“Yeah, but Nathan

“He’s a grown man, and he

considered this, then nodded again, though she couldn’t hide her concern.

she

—

made a beeline for the bar he’d been at the night

the place wasn’t crowded yet. The

that was possible. God only knew what this spoiled boy wanted this

offered him the best VIP section, Nathan showed no interest. He just ordered a slew of drinks and filled the

girls over here to keep me

some companions. Tall, elegant, and

the

grunted in response, poured a shot, and downed it without so much as glancing at them. At first, they stood

was a peculiar sight, really. Outside, the sun blazed, but here he was, drinking alone, and heavily. Such places were meant for the nightlife, yet here he was, creating a time warp of

there was nothing they could

too seemed clueless. He just signaled the women to surround Nathan. One by one, they took their seats next to him,

back, drank when his glass was full, and remained the center of attention well into the

women filled the U-shaped couch, with Nathan sitting motionless at the

he’s picked all the women in the place,

“Who’s that?”

the Harper family’s second son. Nothing

thought he got married? Has a kid too, right? And here he is, openly with all

woman, ended up in the slammer. His wife

just got out and

patrons murmured among themselves, and

a white dress entered, holding a bag. She scanned the room and headed