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

face being shoved in front of her, Yasmine let out a bitter laugh, full of scorn and derision. “I gotta hand it to ya. Thanks for

with the softest words possible. Cursing and swearing weren’t her style, and she looked down on it. However, when someone like her let loose,

frozen, a single tear falling from her

gaze darkened

you. He’d risk his 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

a thud. Johnson

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

Boyd frowned, “Yasmine!”

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

regret ever saving you. I must’ve been out of my damn mind. If you’d just died back then,

damn done. With you around, I can’t have a moment’s peace.” Her

snap out of it, yanking Serana to her feet before suddenly chuckling, looking

puzzled, “What’s

your family yourself. With how much this lady hates the girl, why not let her finish the job? We might

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

He glanced toward Yasmine.

lives, she’ll haunt me forever. Hand me the knife. I’ll

shuddered through Serana’s

didn’t waver, not a hint of

“You…”

cut the ropes binding her wrists. He then drew another dagger from his belt and handed it to

to have more than one blade. Biting her lip, she hesitated for

waved the knife in front of her, “Don’t even think about playing any tricks on me, or

away from the blade and took

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 better play it

Johnson’s sharp blade threatening her side. She pulled Serana closer, wrapping an arm around her neck from behind. Serana let out

will shoot me the next second. So, how about you step back a bit, give me some space

back two paces as she requested. Yasmine quietly glanced over at Boyd, who was not too

built like a tank, with the right timing, the four of them could easily overpower him. And now, with her

had no doubt that Boyd was well aware of

retreated two steps before halting, chuckling as he looked at Yasmine. “Little girl, you think

Yasmine’s face tensed up.

tapping Yasmine’s cheek with his gun, and sneered, “If you don’t know whether we’ll kill you after

and laughed again. “Brave. Even at a time like this, you’re still trying to

expecting this man to be so

not quite catching their exchange, and hurried Logan along. “Logan, stop wasting

hardened, turning ferocious. He

One after another, these guys

to Boyd. Then

barrel of the gun pressed against the back of Serana’s head from behind,

the gun in hand, “Don’t move,

the gun in his hands, his

are you up

who dies

was ready to end Serana’s life. His own life

a chance to live

Johnson was moved.