The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

All summer long, Cicely was practically a fixture at the Diaz residence.

Her presence in Seth’s room was as constant as the daylight. Every corner bore her mark: her pillow nestled on the bed, the plushie she clutched in her sleep, a stash of her clothes tucked away in the closet, and even her go-to shampoo and body wash claimed a spot in the bathroom. Fresh flowers, handpicked daily, adorned the desk alongside an assortment of knick-knacks, while her study books leaned against his favored novels.

Usually, the invasion went unnoticed, but the silence that filled the room after she left spoke volumes. Seth would look around, and everywhere he turned, there was Cicely.

Even in moments of solitude, as he tried to immerse himself in a book, the soft clattering of desk ornaments disrupted the quiet, refusing to let him settle.

Cicely’s absence was as loud as her presence.

Seth eventually pushed his book aside, slumped into his chair, and gazed at the little trinkets scattered across his table. His dark eyes betrayed no emotion.d2

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Girls of a similar age often became fast friends, but Cicely and Danielle’s relationship was far from that, despite living under the same roof. Their interactions were limited, reserved for only the most necessary of exchanges.

With an extra child in the mix, Creighton naturally kept a close eye on Danielle, ensuring she got her fair share of everything Cicely had. Even more, on multiple occasions, Creighton had taken Cicely aside to encourage her to look after Danielle, to give way when needed, reminding her that Danielle was new to all this, that being peers, they should naturally gravitate towards each other.

Perhaps it was Cicely’s innate rebellious streak, her dislike for her father’s attention towards any girl but her, or maybe it was the jealousy of Danielle’s longer history with Seth. Whatever the reason, or reasons, she nodded to her dad’s words, but her actions remained unchanged.

Danielle was aware of Cicely’s visits to the Diaz’s to see Seth. She found out the day Cicely returned from there for the first time. She hadn’t asked; it was during dinner when Cicely, absent-mindedly playing with her food, suddenly threw out a question, “You think Seth’s a bit weird? His room has chairs but no desk. What’s up with that?”

Danielle didn’t know why she asked, but she genuinely didn’t have a clue. “Maybe he hasn’t found the right desk yet?”

Cicely flashed a rare smile, “Really?”

At that moment, Danielle remembered something and looked up, “You went into his room?”

Cicely mumbled a vague affirmation, “He was tutoring me.”

Danielle’s grip tightened around her fork. Seth never liked people invading his room. It was the same abroad. Danielle remembered being turned away at his doorstep, his face stern and unwelcoming. She later learned about his peculiar habits from his mother and never stepped foot in his room again.

Over the years, Danielle had come to respect his boundaries, but she never imagined Cicely would shatter them so effortlessly.

Not just once, but all summer long.

Cicely would leave the house carrying things and return empty-handed. Danielle didn’t have to guess where those things ended up.

Pillows, throw cushions, stuffed animals, clothes, shampoos, body washes…

Danielle thought bitterly that Cicely might as well move in with him, and no one would bat an eye.

Was he that indulgent with Cicely?

Everyone adored Cicely, and cherished her.

Danielle had thought Cicely was the beloved princess of the Ellis family, pretty and sweet, winning favor of family with her charm, but it seemed everyone loved her, Seth included.

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School was starting in two days, and after dinner one night, a call came from grandfather, who had been convalescing at home for over two months after a tragic loss of his dear son.

Creighton hung up and informed Cicely and Danielle that Grandfather Ellis would join them for lunch the next day.

That meant no visit to Seth’s place. Cicely felt a pang of disappointment.

Danielle’s face turned pale, her hands nervously twisting together, her eyes filled with panic. Creighton stepped forward and gently patted her shoulder, causing her to jump slightly. “Don’t worry, you’re the Ellis family’s granddaughter, just like Cicely. You’re a good girl. He will love you.”

Danielle wasn’t sure if Grandpa would like her. She only knew that he didn’t care for her mother, had never acknowledged her as a daughter in-law, even after her mother passed away. Auntie Patty had been angry when she spoke of it, and Danielle still didn’t quite understand why.

Cicely plucked two strawberries from the fruit bowl and headed upstairs. Once in her room, she pulled out her phone from beneath her pillow and dialed Seth’s number. The phone rang for ages, and Cicely could almost picture it, ringing out in his room, him unmoved as he finished the page he was on before picking up. Sometimes she wondered if she was the only one who ever called him, and that was why he was so lackadaisical about answering.

Finally, the call connected. Seth’s crisp voice came through, “What’s up?”

Cicely flopped onto her bed, fiddling with her plushie’s ear, a touch sullen. “I can’t make it over tomorrow. Do not bother to make my favorite dishes.”

There was a subtle shift in Seth’s brow, though his tone remained flat. “Alright.”

Cicely frowned, “Aren’t you gonna ask why?”

After a brief pause, his voice remained even, “Why?”

Cicely’s irritation flared at the dismissive tone, but she still replied, “Grandpa’s coming over.”

Seth hesitated for a moment before responding nonchalantly.

Taking a deep breath, Cicely hung up, squeezing the plushie’s ear in frustration. “Like kicking at the air and expecting a reaction.” she muttered, exasperated.

Seth tossed his phone onto the bed and stood in silence for a few seconds before turning and heading downstairs with a glass of water in hand.

The maid was deep in discussion with the other housekeepers about the next day’s menu, while Patty was engrossed in the news on the living room TV. She made a point of being present at the company every day. Even though Creighton had appointed a managing director she could trust, she felt the need to stay in the loop.

In reality, she was more of a figurehead. The financial reports made her head spin, and she ended up tossing the month-end summaries to the managing director, who then forwarded the data to Creighton for confirmation.

It would be more accurate to say that the company was an extension of the Ellis family.

But Patty’s attitude toward the whole situation was weird. She wasn’t fond of the Ellis family, yet she trusted Creighton implicitly.

down, she barely gave

dining room and offhandedly said, “Keep lunch simple

acknowledged

the dining room, Patty suddenly called after him. “I heard

with a

brief silence, Patty probed

at her coolly, “It’s not my place to know every little detail of

has always been under the Ellis family’s wing. They all dote on their little princess. It’s best to stay in her good graces.

ready to get involved with

with

nothing more and headed

new to the Ellis family, and she’s feeling sensitive. Don’t neglect her too much;

he didn’t

—

Ellis family patriarch arrived promptly at nine

dress that Creighton had arranged for her, stood nervously

face bore no trace of a smile, his lips pressed in a tight line and his brows furrowed—an

her flesh and blood, yet he disliked her mother. She felt compelled to despise him, but respect was due, and yet, respecting him felt like betraying her mistreated mother. Unable to find a balance,

she faced his formidable presence, she found herself more anxious and

this is Danielle, Henry’s daughter.

and uncertain, barely whispered, “Grandpa.” Her voice was tiny,

her for a moment before shifting his gaze to

Danielle pursed her lips.

father’s coldness toward Danielle or the way Cicely could exasperate him. “That girl,

want her coming down with bed hair and

was a

room, Erik turned

her a reassuring pat on

and Erik scrutinized her up close. After a long sigh, he said sternly, “You needn’t be nervous or restrained. The Ellis family is your home. Just like Cicely, you are an Ellis daughter. The shares your father holds will be

Danielle could only nod.

descended the stairs, overhearing the exchange. “Grandpa, I’m jealous,”

broke into a childlike grin at the sound of Cicely’s voice. “Did

so excited about your visit I couldn’t sleep. You should come unannounced next time, Grandpa. That way, I can get my beauty sleep, and it’ll be a lovely surprise

was exasperated. She really had no sense of

time

his head, lips pressed tight. He wondered how

—

was no surprise to the Ellis family, only

wasn’t the

as best she could. In summary, she had lived with Patty and Seth for as

the old man suggested, “You should move into the family estate and live with

was taken aback, instinctively glancing

let Danielle stay here. She and Cicely are close in age, and with school,

a deep sigh. “That being said, don’t you think it might be time to consider moving back to the family estate with

expression darkened ever

end, Danielle chose to

afternoon, as everyone had seen Erik off, they encountered Seth at the entrance of the estate. He stood there, in a simple shirt and black trousers, immaculately poised as

of solitary grace, his good looks

and ran over, looking up,

greeted Erik and Creighton with due respect. His gaze lingered on Danielle, who stood by Creighton’s side, before indifferently shifting

a long moment, something flickering

replied, “He’s the

pondered for a moment,

“Yes.”

towards Seth, Erik

his gaze drifted to Cicely standing beside Seth, a thoughtful

a button on Seth’s shirt. “I

the car and handed

before joy took over. “You came all this way just to give me… what is this?!” Expecting something delightful, her pretty face crumpled in disappointment upon

replied in a

model teacher, Mr. Seth.” Cicely

were you

books, Cicely

indifferent, keeping everyone at arm’s length and having no time for pointless chit-chat. Yet, here he

Everyone treated

she was like Cicely, a diamond of the Ellis family, but it was crystal clear, the affection

just standing here? Aren’t we

his hands into his pockets, “No,

brows drew together, “You’ve come all this

her protest and

was about to storm off,

turning to look.

Creighton blocked her view, patting her head gently, “Let’s go, shall we?

and turn, his gaze falling

Creighton took Cicely’s hand.

a long while, then looked up at him cautiously, “I haven’t seen you in a while. You seemed

at the retreating figure of Cicely being led away by Creighton, he said slowly, “The Ellis

her lip, “Yes.” Just, compared to Cicely, she felt like an

the hand