The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

The moment the branch snapped, Yasmine’s heart skipped a beat as if she

were plummeting down a cliffside. But in that brief instant, she felt an odd sense

of relief.

At last, she could shake off Boyd and Serana, those two thorns in her side. Now,

she could breathe easy, no longer needing to trouble her mind over their drama.

It had been quite the headache dealing with them both.

Boyd would be pleased. Serana, the apple of his eye, was safe and Yasmine,

the heartless one, wouldn’t be a sore sight for him anymore.

She wasn’t a fool though. She wouldn’t gamble with her life just to play

matchmaker for them. In this moment, she was determined to survive at all

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costs.

Thankfully, it wasn’t a sheer cliff she was dealing with.

However, the fall from the tree to the mountain’s side was significant, and when

she landed, the impact sent a jolt through her body as if every organ had been

shattered. The pain was so intense, she couldn’t pinpoint where it hurt the

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As she slid down the mountain, the thick underbrush and brambles tore at her

clothes, now muddy and ripped. Instinctively, she reached for anything to steady

herself.

At first, her descent was too rapid, and each grasp at stability only led to more

sliding. After several attempts, she managed to slow down.

Finally, gripping a protruding rock, she steadied herself, but the rain had

loosened the stones, and before she could catch her breath, the rock split,

sending her sliding down once again.

Rain washed soil down the mountainside, forming streams of mud that

cascaded over her. Twigs snapped and pebbles pelted her from above. Thorns

scratched her face, and her clothes were a mess, revealing legs and arms

littered with cuts of all sizes.

Initially, she had the strength to struggle, to fight for her life, but as the cold rain

numbed her pain, her strength waned. Though her speed had lessened, even

grasping for a handhold became too much effort.

Yasmine sighed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips in the midst of the downpour.

The irony wasn’t lost on her. Risking her life to save the very person she

despised, it sounded like a heroic tale of self-sacrifice.

But when had she ever been the saintly type?

Yasmine mused ruefully. Well, if this was to be her end, at least she’d leave

behind a noble reputation.

enveloped her, punctuated only by

she felt her body hanging in

more.

death’s embrace, but it was only a moment before she

wracked with the same excruciating pain as before,

organs aching.

a metallic taste

bolt of lightning illuminated her surroundings,

of land—likely the base of the mountain. Exhausted and in pain,

her limbs feebly

flash, she surveyed the area. The rain stung her face,

could barely open her

them,

or use her

drained, hurting, and

give up on her. Nor would the cops. They lived by the rule:

The question was whether she’d live to see

a light suddenly swept her way, followed by

voice she recognized. “Yasmine?!”

moved her arm, “I’m

the person heard her. Yasmine could sense

until the light finally settled on

over, shocked by Yasmine’s battered

girl was visibly shaken as she helped Yasmine to her feet. “Oh my

really fall from

slumped against her, “More

her face,

expect you to be

back, “Did you

ground. No one knows it better than me. If

worst place you could end

a weak smile, “Truly

strength. The police and Bryson are

hidden away. Let

too heavy.”

“I can’t walk…”

helped Yasmine sit up and handed her

in front of her,

Ava’s slender, fragile silhouette, feeling a mix of

Hot tears flowed

can’t carry me.”

draping it over her

when I was five.

my family. You’re lighter than a

steadied Yasmine and slowly

wasn’t far, and behind its vine-covered entrance lay

settled Yasmine next to some

seeing the wounds on Yasmine’s body,

more pain. She tried to clean the mud without

“You should probably take off those clothes.

naked than in

glanced at her soiled attire and frowned but shook her head.

began helping her undress without

have asked you,” she muttered while helping Yasmine out of

You hide in the haystack

look

a fish on a

anything but let Ava strip

my God, Look at your injuries. You

shake of her head, “Doesn’t

“Why you gotta be

You shouldn’t be like that, you

get the wrong idea.”

really not painful,” Yasmine insisted. “I just feel really

nodded. “I guess that