The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Serana’s stiff expression eased ever so slightly at his words, but her face remained ghostly pale.

She subconsciously glanced around, as if afraid that Johnson might suddenly appear from somewhere.

It had been just like that back at the orphanage. He had taken her away when she was completely unprepared, snatching her from the safety of her mundane life.

The memory of facing Johnson alone was etched into her mind, a stark terror she could never shake. He was like a madman, completely disregarding the fact that she was still a child back then, subjecting her to merciless punches and kicks. He genuinely wanted her dead.

If she hadn’t scrambled up into the safety of an old oak tree, and if help hadn’t arrived just in time, she’d be six feet under instead of here. What if he still wanted revenge?

Her hands twisted together nervously, unsure, “I think that maybe I should go back to my room.”d2

The assistant nodded in agreement and followed her upstairs.

Mr. Boyd had been swamped all afternoon, missing lunch and ordering a double portion of takeout instead. A backlog of work kept him at his desk until seven in the evening.

If it hadn’t been for Serana’s call, asking if he had left the office yet, he might have worked through the night. After a brief conversation, he hung up and stared at his phone screen, thumb hovering over Yasmine’s contact.

He thought about how seldom she reached out to him first. Especially when they were at odds, she never initiated contact. The only exception had been earlier that day at the hospital.

With a heavy sigh, he rubbed his temples, set down his phone, and leaned back in his executive chair.

She never backed down. Whatever she said went, and she’d make decisions without giving anyone a chance to question them.

The office was eerily quiet as he rested for a moment, eyes closed. Then, he sat up, took a deep breath, and sent Yasmine a text. He needed to see if her mood had improved.

Yasmine was reclining on the bed, a laptop resting on her lap as she watched a movie. Her phone rang, and she turned her head to glance at the illuminated screen. It was a message from Boyd, and she nonchalantly returned her gaze to the computer screen.

It wasn’t until the credits rolled that she finally picked up the phone and read his text.

—[Are you asleep? What did you have for dinner? I skipped mine.]

With a roll of her eyes, Yasmine deleted the message and shoved the phone under her pillow. “Jerk.”

Unsurprised by Yasmine’s silence, Boyd wrapped up his work and left the office around nine. Since his assistant had stayed with Serana, he didn’t visit the hospital the next day. A cocktail of disappointment and understanding flowed through Serana. She knew all too well how preoccupied Boyd could get. Her phone was fully charged, prepared for the day. After a morning filled with hesitance and anxiety, she finally gathered the courage to dial Yasmine’s number in the afternoon. The calls went unanswered.

Yasmine hung up without a word. To act out such a drama at the hospital and then have the audacity to call her? The nerve.

The phone didn’t ring again, and Yasmine thought maybe Serana had given up. However, a message came through instead.

[Yasmine, I think there’s been a misunderstanding about Boyd at the hospital. I can’t leave here right now, but I want to talk to you. About why Boyd has looked after me all these years, and about the child.

you maybe set your pride aside? Even if you’re breaking up, it’s better to understand everything first, right? You could ask Boyd directly, but I

text for a long time, torn between

girl. Her message was

Serana would reveal, but she didn’t make

her

“Ms. Yasmine.”

Yasmine took in the two towering bodyguards stationed outside Serana’s room, their eyes filled with warning, she smirked at Boyd’s assistant. “Quite

assistant squirmed. “Please don’t misunderstand, Ms. Yasmine. It’s just that there are

hand. “Don’t beat around the bush. Just say Serana is someone

Everyone knew Boyd’s affections, yet she

“Ms. Yasmine, please.”

a nonchalant smile and entered

seated like a

bedside table and took a seat, her posture exuding her usual air of aloofness. “Spit it out. What’s so important that

you know why

silent, waiting for the

Honestly, if it was someone

between the lines how special you are to Boyd. Do you think that, since I’ve reached this

her head, “Because I have a

narrowed in

day. It looked like Boyd was going to tell you, but I stopped him on purpose. From your reaction, I bet you had no clue I’m actually a heart patient, huh? I’ve always wanted to keep

around me knew about my condition. Their words and actions were filled with caution. Most were afraid of trouble, worried that my sudden illness might impact them or I might suddenly die and they would be responsible. Consequently, they were reluctant to have anything to do with me. So at my insistence, Boyd helped me transfer to Summit Ridge University. Obviously, I

me since I was a child, before I

held a

my parents died in a car crash, it was because of my illness. That

watched her, her

I had my episodes. Looking back, I realize my parents really loved me. They probably wanted me to have a childhood no different from any other kid, so they rushed to get me a heart transplant. As you know, it’s not as simple as just doing it. Finding a perfectly matched donor

had struggled for years with his condition, and they

parents took a back door, cut in line right in front of that family, and snatched the heart for me. It was in P City, and to save time, they rushed there with me. But fate had

“You really can’t tempt fate too much, or it’ll bite you. We arrived in P City overjoyed, only to have an accident on the way. The heart expired before the surgery, and

things all these years, you couldn’t find

giving him too much credit. He was starting a business, and it took all he had to keep the company afloat. He didn’t have the resources to hunt for a heart for me. It’s only been the past couple of

planning to follow in your parents’ footsteps, snatching

“Maybe he didn’t think that way before, but since

before abruptly standing up from her chair, looking down at Serana with a frosty disdain. “Let me guess, you’ve got a lead on a donor, so you

Serana didn’t deny it.

to a man with no ties, no promises, she

a complete childhood and a life without