The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Damon raised an eyebrow at her, those puppy-dog eyes almost too pitiful to bear. And he felt a twinge of annoyance stirring within him.

Sure, she’d begged him before, but it wasn’t a common occurrence. And now, here she was, acting like this for the kids, stitches fresh and all, but still laying it on thick.

Not cool.

“Damon,..”

Here we go again.

Damon couldn’t take it, not really. Lips pursed, he glanced at the nurse standing by. The nurse, with a knowing smile, nodded and slipped out of the room.d2

Chloe’s face lit up with anticipation. She grabbed Damon’s hand, barely able to contain herself, “Do the babies look like you, or is there a little of me in them?”

Damon sat back down, silent for a heartbeat, before saying, “The doc says they’re beautiful, so they’ve gotta take after you.”

Chloe blinked, peering intently at him for a long moment.

Damon turned to grab a cup of water from the insulated jug on the nightstand.

“You don’t think they all look like me, do you? Damon, you didn’t…”

“Water?” Damon cut her off, taking a sip from the cup.

Chloe paused, shook her head slightly, but then his hand cupped her chin, and his lips were upon hers.

Water flowed gently from his mouth into hers. She startled, but resigned to swallow the water bit by bit. After the last drop, Damon lingered, savouring a deep kiss, reluctant to part.

Chloe’s cheeks, still a bit pale, flushed with the warmth of his affection.

As the kiss ended, Damon rested his forehead against hers, whispering, “Thank you.”

Chloe’s lips curled into a slight smile, “Nothing beats the joy of having them.”

Damon nipped at her lips, a clear sign of his pouty jealousy. Chloe winced softly, her internal alarms ringing faintly.

“You’re mine.” His voice was low and possessive, laced with a hint of threat and vulnerability.

Chloe felt a swell of sweetness. She could sense his every subtle shift in emotion, and she nodded gently. “I know.”

Damon, caught off guard by her response, allowed a smile to touch his eyebrows. But then Chloe added, “The babies are yours, and so am I. So I should love you all together, right?”

The smile that had just begun to form on Damon’s face quickly vanished.

Just then, there was a stir outside the door. Chloe spun around, eyes darting to the entrance, as she pushed Damon aside.

Elizabeth and Yasmine, each cradling a newborn, walked in, their faces aglow with joy.

Yasmine’s smile was broader than any Chloe could remember.

furrowed, and she

Yasmine looked back at the baby in her arms, her lips curving into a smile

rocked the baby in her arms and then laid him next to Chloe. “Here’s your son. See, doesn’t he look just like

babies right there in her arms, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. She recognized the resemblance instantly, remembering the photos Elizabeth had shown of Damon and Nathan

does.” Her voice quivered with

by the moment, felt her nose tingle, “He

placed her baby next

daughter. Look at those eyes,

two tiny faces before her,

mommy’s world, my

head towards Chloe. His tiny hands flailed, reaching out from the swaddling and resting against Chloe’s chest. Though his

it hard to believe that this mischievous little guy was the smaller of the two. The impression was that both babies

little hand was more profound than any strength

cause harm. After a tender kiss,

How wonderful…

beside him began to fuss, her

comforted her, and the baby

new lives was a revelation, a moment of wonder and delight. The profound bond shared by Chloe and her infants was undeniable, serving as a ceaseless

watched them, a soft smile gracing her lips, before she finally looked over at Damon. “Aren’t you going to look

Chloe, but you haven’t even

he wouldn’t have made

the kids couldn’t

gaze drifted over Chloe’s form, skimming past the bundled-up blankets in which twin infants

scooped up her grandson and, sidestepping the foot of the bed, handed

go, hold your son

did not lift them. The usually unflappable Damon

on, he’s gazing

Newborns usually couldn’t focus on anything for a few days, yet this

to hold the baby properly. Hesitant at first, he took the baby from Yasmine, cradling him less like a father and more like a man

smile deepening. Even the most capable men

learn from here on

Those dark little eyes were “staring” at him, devoid of

but this baby, well, there was really not a whole lot of difference between this little guy

finally formed between his brows as he spoke up, “Are we sure this

silent for a beat before

you talking about, you little brat?! He’s the spitting image of you as

a look, “This is what

hospital in years? He seriously doubted the flattery of the

it a few days, he’ll perk up. Everyone says he looks just like you did, and you’re still

am complaining

the verge of crying. Suddenly, the infant’s flailing tiny fist connected with Damon’s chin. It wasn’t a

up, his expression

and unsure, felt a warm sensation