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

Boyd noticed her and with a glance, she hurried

as to refuse medical attention. But what

by, his body tense, watching her injuries

sweat formed on her forehead and nose, and she

the sweat from her

voice weak as she lay back on the bed, her pallor and exhaustion

leaving, the doctor glanced at Boyd, “The patient

still clenched, watched Yasmine for a long time before finally following the doctor out of

since the ordeal began. Even with her

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

had been so persistent in delivering her vengeance,

too 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,

What a pity.

upon hearing the news, went weak at the knees. She

out until the afternoon. Learning that Serana had been saved, she just

coming on as he sat on the couch, his face a

as necessary as eating and sleeping

silent for a moment before looking back at

But couldn’t you have waited until you

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

beside them, never

seemed logical, but they left an uneasy feeling. Hatred was a dangerous thing, all too capable

ways. If my wound had

Opportunities were fleeting.

Aliza helped Yasmine finish her soup, she and Bryson went

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

the bed, each movement tugging painfully

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

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 even more

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

are you really fighting

“Myself, I guess.”

become so keen on