The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Boyd’s eyes trembled with suppressed emotion. “Don’t think you can scare me off with that talk.”

“You want to try me?” Yasmine’s gaze was icy as it met his, her expression devoid of any jest.

In truth, there wasn’t a shred of room for humor in this situation.

“Fine.” With that, Boyd moved toward Serana. “I’ll wait for you to get those scissors ready.”

He bent down to lift Serana, but the commotion had already drawn the doctor running over.

The sight of Serana with a pair of scissors embedded in her chest made everyone gasp, and medical staff was quickly summoned to take her away. However, Boyd grabbed one of them, looking at Chloe, “Bandage her up.”d2

The doctor, familiar with Yasmine, nodded promptly, “I’ll get the supplies.”

As the chaos subsided, Boyd faced the defiant Yasmine, who wouldn’t let him near her. “Have you considered the consequences if she really gets hurt?”

“I’m hoping she and the baby in her belly are all dead,” Yasmine taunted with a twisted smile, her lips turning pale. “You all owe me that much.”

Them.

Boyd clenched his fists tightly.

But Yasmine continued, “You could call the cops on me. With her dead and me in jail, you’ll be left to struggle through life all by yourself. It’s the most fair and square ending one could hope for.”

Boyd watched her for a long moment before speaking softly, “I won’t let them arrest you.”

“Then take your precious Serana and beat it. And don’t you dare show your face to me again.”

Yasmine’s cold laughter echoed, her lips now a stark pale.

Boyd’s eyes lingered on her chest, his hands shaking with tension. “Is this something we’ll never get past?”

Laughing, Yasmine suddenly began to peel off her hospital gown. Beneath it, she was bare. Her chest was still wrapped in bandages, as was her waist – but both were soaked in red. Blood from her chest wound trickled down her pale skin.

Despite her pallor, Yasmine’s eyes didn’t even flicker as she ripped off the gauze from her chest. The healing wound was torn open again, blood and flesh exposed.

Boyd’s eyes shook uncontrollably, and he gulped hard. Yasmine, with a twisted smile, tossed the bloody bandages to the floor. Then she ripped the bandages from her waist as well.

“We can get past this,” she said coldly to Boyd. “if these two wounds on my body leave no scars, and the baby that died inside me comes back unharmed.”

As the two stood opposite each other, Yasmine wouldn’t let Boyd get any closer.

returned with the bandages, she found Yasmine standing there, half-naked and bleeding before the man. Their

Boyd noticed her and with a glance, she hurried to tend to Yasmine’s

medical attention. But what did it

her raw wounds was chilling. Boyd stood by, his body tense, watching her injuries

pale, beads of sweat formed on her forehead and nose, and she bit down hard on her teeth. The pain was hers alone

wiping the sweat from her brow. “The repeated

I understand,” Yasmine cut her off, her voice weak as she lay back

doctor glanced at Boyd,

long time before finally

her eyes once since the ordeal began.

month of grief over her lost baby, why should they think she could remain indifferent? When had she

had been so persistent in delivering her vengeance,

slowly. Half a month was not enough. Otherwise, she felt she might

—

tougher than most. The initial attack in the graveyard had only scratched her, and now, despite this assault, she had been saved again. Her faulty heart persisted within her, and the baby, whose parentage

What a pity.

weak at the knees. She immediately called

her passing out until the afternoon. Learning that Serana had been saved, she just coldly laughed. “She’s got a bad heart, yet she’s healthier than most

sat on the couch, his face a mask

today’s events as necessary as eating and sleeping daily. I don’t think I

a moment before looking back at her,

your temper, and I knew you wouldn’t let this go easily. But couldn’t you have waited until you were fully healed

year? Time is very tricky. Perhaps by then, my hatred wouldn’t be as

beside them,

Hatred was a

have it both ways.

Opportunities were fleeting.

she and Bryson went back, leaving

began. “Instead of a bullet ripping through Serana’s head and killing her instantly, you got a non-fatal shot. Maybe, just maybe, it was the best shot at saving both of you. Plus, he had

the bed, each movement

latch onto him for

and she’s definitely trouble. Keeping her away, isn’t that better for you too? I mean, if he had shot Serana, wouldn’t you be even

the end, I’m the one bearing all the pain. No matter how many excuses he has, he caused this, and that’s enough reason for me to hate him, never

asked, “Who are you really fighting

“Myself, I guess.”

you become so keen on