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.

Chloe’s struggle to get up, Yasmine’s brows furrowed, and she shot a stern glance that rooted Chloe

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

her arms and then laid him next to Chloe. “Here’s your

her arms, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. She recognized the resemblance instantly, remembering the photos Elizabeth had shown of Damon

Her voice quivered

the moment, felt her nose tingle,

placed her baby

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

gazing adoringly at the two tiny faces before her,

world,

as if by instinct, turned his head towards Chloe. His tiny hands flailed, reaching out

was the smaller

the sensation of that little hand was more

cradled the tiny fist, afraid even a single finger could cause harm. After a tender kiss, she noticed his eyes

How wonderful…

girl beside him began to fuss, her little hands

and the

lives was a revelation, a moment of wonder and delight. The profound bond shared by Chloe and her

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

disbelief, “I know you’re worried about Chloe, but you

Otherwise, he wouldn’t

himself, to think that the kids couldn’t possibly

form, skimming past the bundled-up blankets in which twin infants were cozily wrapped. As for

quirked into a smirk as she scooped up her grandson and, sidestepping the foot

you go, hold your son

usually unflappable Damon looked

gazing right

a few days, yet this little guy seemed to see

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

deepening. Even the most capable men had

from here on out,” she offered, trying to

Those dark little eyes

had previously boasted that his kid was cuter than Morrison’s, but this baby, well, there was really not a whole lot

formed between his brows as he spoke up, “Are

silent for a beat before

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

her a look, “This

grace this hospital in years? He seriously doubted the

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

am complaining

closer as the baby seemed on the verge of crying. Suddenly,

straightened up,

tears. Damon, flustered and unsure, felt a warm sensation spread in the palm of his