The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Yasmine struggled with a stern expression. After hearing Boyd’s words, she suddenly looked up at him with anger. “Don’t tell me you’re planning to whisk me away against my will – again!”

Boyd paused, a wry smile breaking through. “Why do I need to be reminded today of what I’ve always known, by that kid, no less?”

At this point, Yasmine knew exactly what he meant. After the initial tension, she became eerily calm. Staring at him coldly, one hand clenching her shawl, she said, “Speaking of unwillingness, Boyd, expecting me to act as if the past never happened and to be with you just like that – I can’t.”

“Then stay by my side and take your time getting revenge.”

Yasmine smirked, “Stay by your side for revenge? Will my child come back? Will the scar on my body vanish?”

With those words, a shiver ran through her. “I don’t want to keep bringing up the past, Boyd. If I could, I’d choose to forget it all my life. But your presence keeps reminding me – I can’t get past it. Aren’t you in love with Serana? How can you pester me like this? How is that fair to her?”d2

Pain was evident on Boyd’s face.

Yasmine knew that dredging up the past only hurt them both, but the fact remained – he was unwilling to let go, he wanted a life with her, and how was he supposed to face all of that?

“It’s me who’s wronged her. It’s you I love.”

“Ha.”

Her scornful laughter was all that answered his heartfelt declaration.

“Yeah, I know. So, the best revenge is to deny you what you want. Serana is gone. You loved her, but now you’ve lost her completely. And now you love me again? Thanks for giving me this perfect chance for revenge.”

Yasmine could feel the blood in her arms stop flowing. With a twisted smile, she delighted in the turmoil she saw in Boyd’s emotions.

Because she had successfully inflicted pain.

He deserved to suffer. Why should he live so freely?

“Have you said enough?” It took a while for Boyd to utter those words, his voice flat and cold.

Yasmine was silent.

Boyd slowly lifted his gaze to her, then a smirk formed on his lips. Suddenly, he pulled her into an embrace, his grip on her waist nearly dragging her into the car parked nearby.

“What are you doing, Boyd!”

Yasmine struggled furiously, her shawl slipping from her shoulders, leaving her disheveled, but Boyd seemed oblivious, ignoring her protests as he shut the car door and ordered the driver to leave.

the drive, Yasmine’s strength was no match for his firm

“Boyd…”

me all you want. But no matter what you say, the outcome will always be what I want. Your words don’t count, and nobody else has the right to interfere – not that they could if they

all sorts – thugs, schemers, you name it. But against someone as shameless as Boyd, she found

only used force. He never listened to anyone else, always

you do other than forcefully taking

to

pressed her lips

my side willingly, and you think you’re always right. If I want you, this is the only

say you love me, right? You want me

tone cooled as she desperately tried to

of revenge was unfiltered, flat, and cold, leaving no room for

He seemed accustomed to her words, and when he spoke, his voice carried no trace of emotion. “If there’s a better way to take

the point of keeping

Yasmine, so stop trying to reason with

Yasmine snapped, her voice low and furious,

“I can’t figure it out, so I don’t want to play this

lips, his tone unhurried, “You really don’t understand, which is why you keep trying to convince me to let you

lips and turned her head to gaze out the other

Having her by his side was enough for now. And if he said anything more, he knew it wouldn’t elicit any response from her. Her patience with him had been exhausted

still wanted her close,

thought that at least he could see her. Later he found that wearing down her patience would make her

simply wear her down once more.

even quietly get closer to her, as

art of tea, and he would make a special spot to grow her favorite flowers, and seek out the world’s finest tea leaves and teaware.

were his

car didn’t head out of town but stopped

left, just a cold gaze as she took in the villa before her. Boyd

resistance, and despite her reluctance, he took her hand in his

the best place I could find close to Greenfield Village. If you ever want to see your daughter or those two little grandkids, it’ll be easy to

through Yasmine’s eyes. Instead of taking her straight inside the house, Boyd guided her around to the back of the villa. There,

frostbite. Over there is the veggie patch, and that greenhouse is full of strawberries. You can

be pulled into

greenhouse was freshly turned soil, divided into plots with various seedlings

outside. If you’d

with a cold