The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

“Johnson! Is this the woman you’ve been hunting for?”

Her words had barely hung in the air when a gruff voice cut through from not too far off.

All eyes turned, and there was Serana, her wrists clasped tight by a burly man, stumbling forward, her pale face streaked with tears.

Boyd’s brows drew closer together.

The intimidating figure holding a pistol to Serana’s head, just beside her temple, was all too clear.

“Logan! What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Cut the crap. We’re brothers in arms, and I ain’t the type to abandon a friend to fend for himself.”

Johnson looked at the man, his eyes alight with urgency, “Logan, you didn’t have to—”

The content is exclusively provided on Noveldrama.com. Support the translation team by reading the original content on Noveldrama.com. But Logan, called by name, wasn’t in the mood for a heart-to-heart with Johnson. His glare fixed on Boyd and the others, he growled, “Back off, or I swear this thing might just go off!”

The two bodyguards stepped back cautiously, their eyes never leaving the man, ready to move at a moment’s notice.

“Yeah! Back the hell off. Or I swear I’ll cut her throat.” Johnson, catching on, held Yasmine tight and barked his threat.

Yasmine grunted, the grip on her shoulder so tight it felt like it might break.

Boyd quickly gestured to the bodyguards to stand down.

Logan swiftly moved past with Serana in tow. Serana was pale as death, tears still tracing her cheeks.

“Boyd. I was just worried about you. If something happened to you, I… I couldn’t just live on.”

When Yasmine truly saw Serana for the first time, the words “damn fool” leaped to mind.

Normally, she couldn’t care less about others’ foolishness. But now, she suddenly wished she hadn’t been the one to save Serana all those years ago. If Johnson had just finished her off, they wouldn’t be dealing with this mess now.

Boyd had assigned two bodyguards to Yasmine, for no apparent reason. How could she not know Johnson was out of the slammer?

The truth was, Yasmine wasn’t surprised Boyd had come alone. It wasn’t that he treasured Serana so much. It was that she knew Boyd wouldn’t trade a life for another, no matter who it was.

And besides, if they had stalled for time, waiting for the cops to show up and set up an ambush, maybe they could’ve taken out Johnson some other way. Yasmine might’ve been saved without Serana being in any danger.

Boyd understood that. She understood that. If Serana hadn’t shown up, things would have been simpler.

But now…

Serana had answered Boyd’s call, but Yasmine hadn’t told her about the incident, and now here Yasmine was, dragged into this mess because of Serana.

Boyd had locked her up in a hospital, treated her like a precious gem, but Serana, knew full well Johnson was gunning for her and yet she ran straight into the lion’s den.

Worried about Boyd getting hurt? Why would Boyd get hurt if not for trying to save her foolish self?

Serana was just worried about Boyd risking his life for Yasmine, worried that all the bad blood between them might thaw, that they could be together without a shadow hanging over them.

Was Serana here to prove her loyalty and love to Boyd?

As if they’d sworn some ancient vow of undying

Serana’s tear-stained face being shoved in front of her, Yasmine let out a bitter laugh, full of scorn and derision. “I gotta hand it to

swearing weren’t her style, and she looked down on it. However, when someone like her let loose, even just once, it

a single tear falling from her chin,

darkened even

life for you, and yet you couldn’t care less if he lives or dies. I’ve said I’d give up my life for him, so I came. If he’s safe, great. If not, then we might as

stumbled and fell to her knees with a thud. Johnson and Logan, who had just appeared, were both shocked

comprehend what had happened, when another sharp pain hit her shoulder. Then Yasmine’s foot was on her, pressing down

Boyd frowned, “Yasmine!”

you, I wouldn’t be here, and Boyd wouldn’t have to risk his neck. The sins are yours alone, and yours to atone for. Who do you think the real culprit is? You rush over here and put on this pathetic

of my damn mind. If

so damn done. With you around, I can’t have a moment’s

was the first to snap out of it, yanking Serana to her feet before suddenly chuckling,

looked puzzled, “What’s

much this lady hates the girl, why not let her finish the job? We

his mind a tumultuous sea of thoughts, but ultimately, he agreed with Logan’s point. Alone, he could face death without fear, but Logan had stepped up to help him out of the mess,

He glanced toward Yasmine.

down at Serana, her voice steady as she said, “Fine. If she lives, she’ll haunt me forever. Hand me the knife.

through Serana’s eyes,

a hint of deception in

“You…”

his own knife to cut the ropes binding her wrists. He then drew another dagger from

dagger in his other hand, a subtle furrow creasing her brow. She hadn’t expected him to have more than one blade. Biting her lip,

in front of her, “Don’t even think about

face away from the blade and took the

a cunning little thing, managed to get him locked up when you were just a kid. You’d better play it straight today, or I’ll blow your head off without

dagger. Logan’s dark gun barrel loomed before her, with Johnson’s sharp blade threatening her side. She

a deep breath, Yasmine turned to Logan, “If I kill her, I don’t know if you will shoot me the next second. So, how about you step back a bit, give

her for a moment and then stepped back two paces as she requested. Yasmine quietly glanced over at Boyd, who was not

her grasp, Logan lost his hostage. Even though the man was built like a tank, with the right timing, the four of them

slightly, standing silently, observing the scene. Yasmine had no doubt that Boyd was well aware of the current state of

retreated two steps before halting, chuckling as he looked at Yasmine. “Little girl, you think because I’m built like a linebacker I’ve

Yasmine’s face tensed up.

sneered, “If you don’t know whether we’ll kill you after you kill her, then why did you agree to do it?

time like this, you’re still trying to play games. Keeping cool under pressure – no wonder Johnson ended

her teeth, not expecting this

and hurried Logan along. “Logan, stop wasting time. The cops will be

face hardened, turning ferocious. He pulled out another

spinning. One after another,

gun and tossed it to Boyd. Then he dragged Johnson behind

of the gun pressed against the back of Serana’s head from behind, while Johnson held the knife to

the gun in hand, “Don’t move, or both

at the gun in his

you up

who dies –

out, “Logan…” He was ready to end Serana’s life. His

might still have a chance to live a bit longer for yourself. Otherwise, you’ve lived your

Johnson was moved.