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?

live without him? As if they’d sworn some ancient vow

a bitter laugh, full of scorn and derision. “I gotta hand it to ya. Thanks for showing me what it means to be ‘sending oneself to

swearing weren’t her style, and she looked down on it. However, when someone like her let loose, even just once, it hit harder than anything anyone else could

frozen, a single tear falling

gaze darkened even

life for you, and yet you couldn’t care less if he lives or dies. I’ve said I’d

thud. Johnson and Logan, who had just

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

Boyd frowned, “Yasmine!”

get this through your stupid head. If it weren’t for 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 show of ’till death do us part.’ Well, guess what? Who wants to die with you? The only one who should be six feet under is

been out of my damn mind. If you’d

done. I’m so damn done. With you around, I

it, yanking Serana to her feet before suddenly chuckling, looking at Johnson. “Buddy, I

puzzled, “What’s

kill someone in front of your family yourself. With how much this lady hates the girl, why not let her finish the job? We might just

hesitated for a moment, 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, and the least Johnson could do was

He glanced toward Yasmine.

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

shuddered through Serana’s eyes, unmistakable and

waver, not a hint of

“You…”

went slack as Johnson used his own knife to cut the ropes binding

her brow. She hadn’t expected him to have more than one blade. Biting her lip, she hesitated

think about playing any tricks on me,

the blade and

point at her head. “You know, Johnson told me about you,” Logan said with a sneer. “Said you were a cunning little thing, managed to get him locked up when you were just a kid. You’d

gun barrel loomed before her, with Johnson’s sharp blade threatening her

a deep breath, Yasmine turned to Logan, “If I kill her, I don’t know if you will shoot me

her for a moment and then stepped back two paces as she requested.

hostage. Even though the man was built like a tank, with the right timing, the four of them could easily overpower him.

the scene. Yasmine had no doubt that

as he looked at Yasmine. “Little girl, you think because I’m built like a linebacker

Yasmine’s face tensed up.

stepped closer again, tapping Yasmine’s cheek with his gun, and sneered, “If you don’t know whether we’ll kill you after you kill her, then why did you agree to

at a time like this, you’re still trying to play games. Keeping cool under

not expecting this man to be so

exchange, and hurried Logan along. “Logan, stop wasting time. The

hardened, turning ferocious. He pulled out

head was spinning. One after another,

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

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

Boyd, who now had the gun in hand, “Don’t move, or both

his hands,

you

women. Who lives, who dies – your choice.”

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

have a chance to live a bit longer for yourself.

Johnson was moved.