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.

only like Yulipop a little bit because

mood soured, but it was slightly better than moments

went out with

“When did they leave?”

shook her head, “Dunno, Yulipop

she’d been out with Ronald for hours? And they hadn’t returned since

him as

looking up worriedly,

So, she had an

to devour a cow vanished in a puff. Scooping

his coat to leave, Anya hopped off the sofa, “Nathan, aren’t you gonna have lunch? Where you

to eat.

emerged from the balcony, with a pair

Nathan, I saved you some

“Don’t bother.”

Nathan yanked the door open, inadvertently pulling Yulia, who was on the other side, into the

Nathan scoffed, “I’m busy.”

pressed her lips together, “Then we’ll

leaving Anya home alone?

frowned, “When did

eyes, which were frosty as he stared her down. “Who you

her mouth to respond, then realized something and went silent. Her silence was confirmation enough for Nathan,

against the door, nearly tumbling down. She was left alone, watching the door slam shut behind him. She steadied herself against the wall

didn’t pause for a second, and Anya watched

up, closed the door, and reached for Anya’s hand

nodded. “Yeah, but Nathan

smile was thin but reassuring. “He’s a grown man, and he won’t let himself starve.

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

she let

—

a beeline for the bar

was still early in the afternoon, and the place wasn’t crowded yet. The staff tensed up at his arrival, treating him

was possible. God only knew what this spoiled boy

him the best VIP section, Nathan showed no interest. He just ordered a

to keep me company,” he

to their fate, sent for some companions. Tall,

Nathan, the

first, they stood patiently, but as time dragged on, they exchanged confused looks. Were they just

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

there was nothing they

signaled the women to surround Nathan. One by one,

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

with Nathan sitting motionless at the

he’s picked all the women in the

“Who’s that?”

that’s the Harper family’s second son.

a kid too, right? And

last night, he was fighting over a woman, ended up in the slammer. His wife had to bail him

and he’s already back

themselves, and the atmosphere

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