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.”

his wife,

flame rekindled, Nathan’s wife indifferent to

Nathan’s face turned ashen.

the woman pitied

wonder she emphasized his

bar patrons looked

Yulia truly left without a word, off to work sweetly with her ex,

Yulia, well played.

in the car, and Nathan strode in, leaving the woman behind.

soon reined himself in. Why should he care? Why should he be the one

rerouted to his

further fanned the flames. The Harper Group building was tense, the atmosphere thick with unease. Everyone was on edge, and Nathan’s office was silent all

were rejected. “Anya’s waiting for me at home. I’ll skip dinner,” said Yulia, her voice casual

press the matter. “Bring Anya with you this weekend,”

she unbuckled her seat belt.

really fond

“Yeah.”

Yulia turned to open the car door, but as she did,

in its halo on the edge of

tall figure leaned against the front 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

but he was a step too late. Yulia’s knee scraped the ground as she was yanked out of the car, her posture

door and got out of

rugged good looks and tall, imposing stature

Nathan now resembled a lion

for only a moment before stepping forward, his voice steady.

driven by fury, landed on Ronald’s

staggered, his arm bracing against the

he also developed an interest in some martial arts. Despite Damon being strict, he

from the corner of Ronald’s

from the car,

gripping his shirt, his expression and tone equally fierce.

other women and

face—a reminder of the previous night’s escapades at

hadn’t come home that night and found himself irrationally waiting for

then Ronald kissed her. The fury found its vent, erupting with

Still angry, with

tensed with the impact of his punch. His clenched fists and the muscles straining against his shirt seemed ready to burst. Every inch of him

mind, puncturing his heart. He knew he shouldn’t have gone to see her this morning, and he shouldn’t have

he had lost control. It was all

shame, do you? She is my

doll in the house for you to mold

business. What’s

tension. “I love her,

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

hand trying to pry his away, his gaze shifting to the corner of