The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

After wrapping up a hectic day at the office, Derek would inevitably make his way to the hospital to visit Yasmine.

Most of the time, he’d grumble about the overwhelming stack of paperwork and corporate hassles. Sometimes, he’d just lug a pile of files into Yasmine’s room, flipping through them and venting to her as she listened.

Bryson and Aliza had both talked to him about not burdening Yasmine with work woes, but Derek paid them no mind.

Yasmine, bored out of her mind, eventually found herself sifting through Derek’s documents without even realizing it.

As days passed, Derek was either furiously gaming by her bedside or sleeping so soundly that it bordered on offensive.

Aliza was exasperated every time she saw him, but Bryson, her husband, eventually stopped complaining.d2

Aliza was baffled. Once, the sight of her son eating had been an eyesore for him. Now, Bryson was pampering him with food and treats just as good as Yasmine’s hospital fare.

The change in her husband’s attitude puzzled her. Before, their son could run himself ragged without earning much more than a sideways glance from his father. Now, what had changed?

Watching her own son’s sloppy appearance, Aliza couldn’t hold back her concern. “What are you thinking? You’re practically coddling him into uselessness. All he does is sleep and eat.”

Bryson disagreed, “Nonsense. Don’t I know my own son? He’s doing great.” Aliza took another look at her son’s unsightly mannerisms, turned away with a heavy heart.

Over time, Yasmine had gotten a rough understanding of the company’s projects thanks to the endless files, which also helped her pass the time.

She wasn’t oblivious to Derek’s intentions. He was clearly trying to distract her and keep her occupied. And she did feel the need to find something to do, but aside from reading, she struggled to find any other engaging activity.

Derek wanted her to be involved with the company, so she went along with it, and it seemed to work well. But the pain of losing her baby was a hurdle she hadn’t expected to be so hard to overcome.

She couldn’t forget. Every dream was filled with her baby’s cries, laughter, and the happy moments when they called her “mom.” She could even envision her baby’s face in the dreams, bearing a striking resemblance to Boyd when he was younger.

The happier the dreams, the more brutal the awakening. And then, her hatred for Boyd grew even stronger.She couldn’t imagine forgiving him in this lifetime.

The best revenge, they said, was to live well and act as if the other person was a stranger. But she realized she hadn’t hated him enough back then.

Because truly hating someone meant wanting them to live a lifetime in misery, almost wishing to see them torn apart a thousand times over.

Boyd was dead. She wanted justice for her baby. Now she understood the extreme and seemingly insane

thought that the pity she once felt for Johnson in the graveyard would one day be her own cross

times, Yasmine finally allowed her into the room. Seeing

“You cut your hair?”

could carefully walk a few steps out of bed. As Serana entered, Yasmine, draped in a robe, stood by the window, arranging the fresh flowers Aliza brought daily into a vase – her skill in the art had

long, and that’s your question?” Yasmine didn’t turn around, inserting a freshly trimmed sunflower into the

“How are

suppose I

at a loss for words. The room fell silent, save for

wasn’t inclined to engage with

she always did around Yasmine, a sensation that had

was all my fault. If I hadn’t chased to

continue, but because the temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly, and she felt goosebumps all over. She instinctively looked at Yasmine, who still had her back to

Was it her imagination?

I felt I needed to come and sincerely say

another sunflower into the vase, the stem cut too short, leaning against the rim

she said, her voice

then. He was just trying to save

you want me to

petals dropped on the

don’t want you to misunderstand him. He

her name in a flat tone, “whether I hate Boyd or misunderstand

daily without fail, stood outside the room. He didn’t demand to see Yasmine but hoped to be a little closer, to hear her voice if nothing else. At that

from Yasmine sent tremors through his

air, “As for Boyd being forced into this mess, let’s get one thing straight—he was only coerced by thugs to kill you. And I bet those two goons never imagined his bullet

weigh heavier on his heart. You should be over the moon. You and Boyd are quite the pair, aren’t you? I’ve lost, and I’ve lost spectacularly. If I were you, I’d be thrilled too. Did you come here just to hear me admit

your health, and my

put together, sound to me like you’re just showing off.

face a mask of endless cold and hatred. She began to approach Serana, each word dropping like solid blocks of ice. “Can

back in panic,