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.

punctuated only by occasional flashes

then, just when she felt her body hanging in mid-air, she

more.

but it was only a moment

wracked with the same excruciating pain as before,

organs aching.

metallic taste

bolt of lightning illuminated her surroundings, revealing she

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

for a while, moving her limbs feebly before

she surveyed the area. The rain

could barely open

raised her hand to shield them, lying silently in the downpour, wondering

ever walk or use her hands

drained, hurting, and struggling seemed

would the cops. They lived by

case. The question was whether she’d live to

a light suddenly swept her way, followed

voice she recognized. “Yasmine?!”

moved her arm,

was faint, but the person heard her.

light finally

Ava!” Ava rushed over,

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

you really fall from

her, “More like flew

her face,

you to be the

hair back, “Did you forget?

knows it better than me.

place you could

managed a weak

Save your strength. The police and Bryson are looking for

nearby, hidden away. Let me

too heavy.”

“I can’t walk…”

sit up and handed her a flashlight. Then she

of her,

at Ava’s slender, fragile silhouette, feeling a

Hot tears flowed down her

can’t carry me.”

and draping it over her shoulder.

mountain when I was

lighter than

spoke, she steadied Yasmine and

far, and behind its vine-covered entrance

Yasmine next to some

wounds on Yasmine’s body,

clean the mud without touching the

suggesting, “You should probably take off those

than in

attire and frowned but shook

helping her undress without

have asked you,” she muttered

fire in me. You hide in the haystack for a

look for

a fish on a cutting

anything but let

at your injuries. You

slight shake of her head, “Doesn’t

gotta be so tough? It’s

it. You shouldn’t be like that, you

get the wrong idea.”

not painful,” Yasmine insisted. “I just

nodded. “I guess that makes