The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

With a furrowed brow, he snapped, “What’s up?”

The woman was perched on the couch, her phone in hand. “Your phone’s dead?”

Rising from his bed, Nathan looked around, prompted by her question. She pointed at the coffee table, then picked up a black phone, standing to hand it over to him.

As Nathan took the phone and opened it, she pursed her lips and said, “I thought it was dead. You didn’t get a single call or text all night.”

Without a word, Nathan glanced at the phone and tossed it aside, the screen going dark. The woman asked, “So really no calls or messages last night?”

Nathan stood up, intending to find the bathroom. Upon hearing her words, he seemed particularly impatient. “What are you trying to say?”d2

There was a moment of silence before she spoke, “The stuff from the bar last night went viral. I thought your wife would’ve called to check in.”

Nathan froze, his hungover eyes darkening as he turned to her, his look menacing.

She recoiled two steps, her face stricken with fear. “Sorry.”

Nathan looked away, a sarcastic laugh escaping him after a moment’s thought. He stormed into the bathroom, and the door slammed with a resounding thud.

He emerged from a quick shower, dressed in a bathrobe, and ignored the bewildered woman on the sofa. He grabbed his phone and ordered clothes to be delivered.

While waiting for his clothes, Nathan ordered breakfast. He didn’t neglect the woman. They ate together.

She didn’t eat much, while Nathan ate like a man with a hearty appetite. She’d seen many people, men and women, treat meals like a mere formality, barely nibbling, as if that was enough to last the day. Now, she had seen what a real man’s appetite looked like.

But even this was nothing compared to Nathan’s usual intake. After a night of drinking on an empty stomach, he was uncomfortable and headachy. Eating much was out of the question.

They ate in silence. When the clothes arrived, he tossed an outfit to the woman, gesturing for her to change in the bathroom. She complied, puzzled, and when she returned, Nathan was transformed. Dressed in a crisp suit, his hair casually styled, he exuded an aristocratic charm, a rakish allure.

“Let’s go,” he said emotionlessly, opening the door.

Her heart racing, she followed him out, pausing to murmur, “We really don’t have to do this.”

He walked on without listening.

The bar was quiet in the morning compared to the previous night’s revelry. The patrons were lethargic, silently preparing to leave, their spirits downcast.

But as they saw Nathan and the woman leave together, their expressions were oddly knowing.

Nathan sensed something amiss. “What were you about to say?” he asked her, eyes fixed forward.

Startled, she whispered back, “You made headlines at the bar last night. If it was all an act, you succeeded. But I’m not sure if this morning turned out how you wanted.”

Outside the bar, they breathed in the fresh air. “What didn’t turn out as I wanted?” he pressed.

She hesitated to reply, so he turned to her, only to have her phone thrust in his face.

The headlines blared: “Harper family’s second daughter-in-law leaves with ex, both head to work.”

and his wife, living separate

flame rekindled, Nathan’s wife

Nathan’s face turned ashen.

wonder the woman pitied

she emphasized

bar patrons looked

Yulia truly left without a word, off to work

Yulia, well played.

and Nathan strode in, leaving the

storm into Yulia’s office, but he soon reined himself in.

to his

building was tense, the atmosphere thick with unease. Everyone was on edge, and Nathan’s office was

for me at home. I’ll skip dinner,” said Yulia, her voice

matter. “Bring Anya with

unbuckled her seat belt. “We’ll

I’m really

“Yeah.”

door, but as

cast a bright light, and moths fluttered in its

of a car, arms crossed, seemingly watching their direction. Yulia felt a tightness in her chest as she squinted to get a better look, but before she could process the sight, Ronald’s hand hooked her shoulder, pulling her back with an unexpected kiss on her forehead. Yulia’s body stiffened, her eyes blinked in

was a step too late. Yulia’s knee scraped the ground as

opened his door and got

good looks and tall, imposing stature exuded a wild, untamed

resembled a lion that

a moment before stepping forward, his voice steady. “Let

man’s fist, driven by fury, landed

staggered, his arm bracing against the

younger, but after all, being a boy, he also developed an interest in some martial arts.

the corner

being abruptly pulled from the car, was stunned by

and tone equally fierce. “Who gave

with other women and now you’re

slap to Nathan’s face—a reminder of the previous night’s escapades at the bar, a

that night and found himself irrationally waiting for her

The fury

feel? Still angry, with no relief in

Every muscle in his body tensed with the impact of his punch. His clenched fists and the muscles straining

kissed flashed through his mind, puncturing his heart. He knew he shouldn’t have gone to see her this morning, and he shouldn’t have let her draw out his

lost control. It was all so

do you? She

in the house for you to mold as you

is our damn business. What’s it to

tension.

grip on Ronald’s shirt creaking with tension. That was when Yulia finally came to her senses, reaching for Nathan’s

his away, his gaze shifting to the corner