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.

bleeding before the man. Their expressions and the tension between them sent a shiver

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

refuse medical attention. But

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

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

had passed. The doctor heaved a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from her brow. “The repeated tearing of the wound is even more painful than the

cut her off, her voice weak as she lay back

glanced at Boyd, “The

long time before finally following

opened her eyes once since the ordeal began. Even with her wounds reopened,

why should they think she could remain

so persistent in delivering her vengeance, why would

Otherwise,

—

scratched her, and now, despite this assault, she had been saved again. Her faulty heart persisted within

What a pity.

stabbed Serana, Aliza, upon hearing the news, went weak at

Learning that Serana had been saved,

headache coming on as he sat on the

him, “Bryson, I see today’s events as necessary as eating and sleeping daily. I don’t think I did

before looking back at her, a look of helpless resignation

this go easily. But couldn’t you have

my wounds to heal? Two months, three, half a year? Time is very tricky. Perhaps by then, my hatred wouldn’t

soup beside

left an uneasy feeling. Hatred was a dangerous thing, all

you can’t have it both ways. If my

Opportunities were fleeting.

helped Yasmine finish her soup, she and Bryson went back, leaving Derek

head and killing her instantly, you got a non-fatal shot. Maybe, just maybe, it

slightly on the bed, each movement

because he didn’t want to give her the chance to latch onto him for life, always

through. You’re so fixated on Serana, and she’s definitely trouble. Keeping her away, isn’t

matter how many excuses he has, he

asked, “Who are you really

“Myself, I guess.”

you become