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

Nathan’s

Nathan’s face turned ashen.

the woman pitied

wonder she emphasized

patrons looked

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

Yulia, well played.

in,

impulse had been to storm into Yulia’s office, but he soon reined himself in. Why should he care? Why should he be the

rerouted to his

The Harper Group building was tense, the atmosphere thick

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

didn’t press the matter. “Bring Anya with you this

she unbuckled her seat belt. “We’ll see,” she

I’m really

“Yeah.”

open the car door, but as

outside the apartment complex cast a bright light, and moths fluttered in its

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

reached out to catch her, but he was a step too late. Yulia’s knee scraped

immediately opened his door and got out of

vehicle, Nathan’s features became clear. His rugged good looks and tall, imposing

to his earlier silence, Nathan now resembled a lion that had been stepped on—a raw embodiment of territorial

only a moment before stepping forward, his voice

driven by fury, landed on

his arm bracing against

he was younger, but after all, being a boy, he also developed an interest in some martial arts. Despite Damon being strict, he still learned a few

trickled from the corner of Ronald’s

from being abruptly pulled from the car, was stunned by

shirt, his expression and tone equally fierce. “Who gave you the right

with other women and now you’re looking

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

hadn’t come home that night and found himself irrationally waiting for her here. There was no reason to be this impulsive, yet seeing Ronald driving

fury found its vent, erupting with

Still angry, with no relief

buttons had come undone in the scuffle. Every muscle in his body tensed with the impact of his punch. His clenched fists and the muscles straining against his shirt seemed ready to

image of Yulia being kissed flashed through his mind, puncturing his heart. He knew he shouldn’t have gone to see

had lost control. It

have no shame, do you? She is

A doll in the house for

damn business. What’s it

laughter cut through the tension. “I love her,

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

to pry his away, his gaze shifting to the