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.

standing there, half-naked and bleeding before

a glance, she hurried to

refuse medical attention. But what did it matter?

stood by, his body tense, watching her injuries

the medicine, Yasmine’s 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

half an hour had passed. The doctor heaved a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from her brow. “The repeated tearing of the wound

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

doctor glanced at

time before finally following the doctor out of the

hadn’t opened her eyes once since the ordeal began. Even with her wounds

grief over her lost baby, why should they think she could remain indifferent? When had she ever been so

her vengeance, why would

a month was not enough. Otherwise, she felt she might have ended the life of Serana

—

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

What a pity.

hearing the news, went weak at the knees. She

lunch, and the ensuing weakness had her passing out until the afternoon. Learning that Serana had

pounding headache coming on as he sat on the couch,

him, “Bryson, I see today’s events as necessary as eating and

for a moment before looking back at her,

you wouldn’t let this go easily. But couldn’t you have waited until

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

silently prepared soup beside

words seemed logical, but they left an uneasy feeling. Hatred was a dangerous thing,

have it both ways. If my wound

Opportunities were fleeting.

Aliza helped Yasmine finish her soup, she and

non-fatal shot. Maybe, just maybe, it was the best shot at saving both of you.

the bed, each movement tugging painfully

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

think it through. You’re so fixated on Serana, 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

the end, I’m the one bearing all the pain. No matter how many excuses he has, he caused this, and that’s

“Who are you really fighting

“Myself, I guess.”

you become so keen on self-destructive