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,

flame rekindled, Nathan’s wife

Nathan’s face turned ashen.

wonder the woman pitied

emphasized

bar patrons looked at him

without a word, off to

Yulia, well played.

in, leaving the woman behind. Embarrassed but relieved, she watched him

he soon reined himself in. Why should he

to his

flames. The Harper Group building was tense, the atmosphere thick with unease. Everyone was on edge, and Nathan’s office was silent all day. Despite his work, no

for me at home. I’ll skip dinner,” said Yulia, her voice casual but with an undercurrent of

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

him as she unbuckled her seat belt.

I’m really

“Yeah.”

car door, but as

cast a bright light, and moths fluttered in its halo on the edge

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 surprise, and before she could react, she suddenly

too late. Yulia’s knee scraped the ground as she was yanked

door and got

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

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

for only a moment before stepping forward, his

man’s fist, driven by

bracing against the

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

trickled from the corner of Ronald’s

from the

on Ronald, gripping his shirt, his expression and tone equally fierce. “Who gave

fun with other women and now you’re looking for

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

control like this. He just knew Yulia hadn’t come home that night and found himself irrationally waiting for her here. There was no reason to be this impulsive, yet

The fury found its

feel? Still angry, with no relief in

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 burst. Every inch of him was

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

had lost control. It was all

no shame, do you? She is my wife

in the house for

damn business. What’s it

cold laughter cut through the tension.

was when Yulia finally came to her senses, reaching for Nathan’s clenched hand on

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