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.

brows furrowed, and she shot a stern

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

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

Chloe saw her long-awaited babies right there in her arms, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. She recognized the resemblance instantly, remembering the photos

does.” Her voice quivered with

the moment, felt her nose tingle, “He has your

her baby next to the

daughter. Look at those eyes, she’s got your

faces before her, her eyes darting back and

mommy’s world,

his eyes, and as if by instinct, turned his head towards Chloe. His tiny hands flailed, reaching out from the swaddling and resting against Chloe’s chest. Though his touch was light, it

that this mischievous little guy was the smaller of the

sensation of that little hand was

tiny fist, afraid even a single finger could cause harm. After a tender kiss,

How wonderful…

fuss, her little hands and feet

comforted her, and the baby soon

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

before she finally looked over at Damon. “Aren’t you going to look at your babies, Daddy

as did Elizabeth, with a mix of accusation and disbelief, “I know you’re worried about Chloe, but you haven’t even glanced

babies yet. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have made that remark

the kids couldn’t possibly look like

the bundled-up blankets in which twin infants

her grandson and, sidestepping the foot of the bed, handed him

you go, hold your son

The usually unflappable Damon looked a touch frazzled, and everyone in the room took

he’s gazing right

on anything for a few days, yet this little

hands, momentarily unsure of how to hold the baby properly. Hesitant at first, he took the

deepening. Even the most capable men had their

tricks to learn from here on out,” she offered, trying

glanced down at the infant in his arms. Those dark little

than Morrison’s, but this baby, well, there was really not a whole lot of difference between this little guy and Morrison’s ugly

as he spoke up, “Are we sure this

for a beat before erupting into

between laughter and tears, chided, “What are you talking about, you little brat?! He’s the spitting

a look, “This is what you call

in years? He seriously doubted

know? He’s just been born. Give it a few days, he’ll perk up. Everyone says he looks just like you did,

deadpanned, “I am complaining about

held him closer as the baby seemed on the verge of crying. Suddenly, the infant’s flailing tiny fist connected with Damon’s chin. It wasn’t a hard blow, but it was loaded

up,

or deeming his “revenge” insufficient, the baby burst into tears. Damon, flustered and unsure, felt a warm sensation spread in the palm of his hand holding the