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.

found Yasmine standing there, half-naked and bleeding before the man. Their expressions and the tension between them sent a shiver down her

her and with a glance, she hurried to tend

attention. But what did it matter? The scars were

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

Yasmine’s face turned ghostly pale, beads of sweat formed on her forehead and nose, and she bit down hard on her teeth.

sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from her brow. “The repeated tearing of the wound

her voice weak as she

doctor glanced at

clenched, watched Yasmine for a long time before finally

hadn’t opened her eyes once since the ordeal began. Even with her wounds reopened, she harbored

month of grief over her lost baby, why should they

persistent in delivering her

month was not enough. Otherwise, she

—

out, Serana’s life was tougher than most. The initial attack in the graveyard had only scratched her, and now, despite this

What a pity.

upon hearing the news, went weak at the knees.

ensuing weakness had her passing out until the afternoon. Learning that Serana had been saved, she just coldly laughed.

felt a pounding headache coming on as he sat on

events as necessary as eating and

at her,

wouldn’t let this go easily. But couldn’t

is very tricky. Perhaps by then, my hatred wouldn’t be as strong, and

beside them, never interrupting their

they left an uneasy feeling. Hatred was a dangerous thing, all too capable of

a shame that you can’t have it both ways. If my wound had healed, she wouldn’t be alive

Opportunities were fleeting.

she and Bryson went back, leaving Derek

Derek 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 no idea you were pregnant. I bet if it wasn’t Serana that day, he’d have made the same

each

“But I also know that he shot me instead of Serana because he didn’t want to give her the chance to latch onto him for life, always there, impossible to shake off. Better to let his own girlfriend take

eyebrow. “He probably did think it through. You’re so fixated on Serana, and she’s definitely trouble. Keeping her away, isn’t that better for you

what can I do? In 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

“Who are you really

“Myself, I guess.”

become so keen