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.

and bleeding before the man. Their expressions and the tension between them

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

medical attention. But what did it

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

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

The doctor heaved a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from her brow. “The repeated tearing

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

doctor glanced at Boyd, “The patient needs

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

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

should they think she could remain indifferent?

had been so persistent in delivering her vengeance, why would Yasmine ever let

was recovering too slowly. Half a month was not enough. Otherwise, she felt she might have ended the life of Serana right

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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.

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

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

as he sat on the couch, his

as eating and sleeping daily. I don’t think I

back at

But couldn’t you have waited until you were fully

three, half a year? Time is very tricky. Perhaps by then, my hatred

prepared soup beside them,

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

shame that you can’t have it both ways. If my

Opportunities were fleeting.

her soup, she and Bryson

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

each movement

want to give her the chance to latch onto him

did 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,

twitched. “Sure. But 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 me to hate him,

are you really fighting

“Myself, I guess.”

you become so keen on self-destructive