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.”

wife, living

flame rekindled, Nathan’s wife indifferent to

Nathan’s face turned ashen.

wonder the woman

emphasized his silent

patrons looked at him so

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

Yulia, well played.

up in the car, and Nathan strode in, leaving

but he soon reined himself in. Why should he care? Why should he be

to

was tense, the atmosphere thick with unease. Everyone was on edge, and

rejected. “Anya’s waiting for me at

matter. “Bring Anya with you this

as she unbuckled her seat belt. “We’ll

I’m really

“Yeah.”

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

in its halo on the edge of visibility. The parking lot, however,

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 surprise,

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

opened his door and got out

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

Nathan now resembled a lion that

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

fist, driven by

bracing against the

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

trickled from the corner of Ronald’s

abruptly pulled from the car,

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

fun with other women and

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

the truth wasn’t like that. He hadn’t planned to lose control like this. He just knew Yulia hadn’t come home that night and found himself irrationally waiting for

kissed her. The fury

did he feel? Still angry, with no relief

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

knew he shouldn’t have gone to see her this morning, and he shouldn’t

lost control. It was

you? She is my wife

doll in the house for you to mold as you

business. What’s it to

laughter cut through the tension. “I love her, does

finally came to her senses, reaching for Nathan’s clenched hand on Ronald’s shirt. “Nathan, what are you

her hand trying to pry his away, his gaze shifting to the