The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Seth’s brows knitted slightly before he leaned back into the chair, reopening the book he had just closed. His eyes locked back onto the text as he spoke in a tone so even-keeled it barely rippled the air. “You’re out of chances.”

At that, Kane’s brow furrowed, he paused for a few seconds and rolled his eyes. “First loves are only first loves when they actually happen, you know. Didn’t you just say you weren’t interested?”

Seth’s gaze settled on a particular word, paused, and the recently eased expression on his face seemed to darken in an instant. “Can you just not?”

Knowing Seth’s temper all too well, Kane casually picked up a book and leaned back in his chair, waiting for Danielle to return.

Cicely finished her homework and, bored out of her mind, plopped onto the couch. She munched on some popcorn and half-watched a movie. But after only devouring half the snack and giving the movie a mere fifteen minutes of her attention, she grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.

Standing at the top of the stairs, clutching a pillow she snatched from the couch, she looked left and right, her gaze finally resting on the far-left corner of the upstairs hallway.d2

After a brief pause, she walked over.

At the end of the corridor was the music room, where a white piano stood by the window, surrounded by various other instruments. Violins, cellos, recorders, guitars – each had their rightful place.

Music was perhaps Cicely’s reluctant hobby, chosen under the duress of not disappointing her father. Though he doted on her, he wouldn’t have her be a lady without skills.

Singing, dancing, instruments, painting, even judo and martial arts were laid out before her to choose from. Her father, Creighton, had hoped she’d pick something like judo or martial arts, something that would enable her to protect herself. But Cicely hadn’t even considered dance. The thought of the grueling flexibility training, the sweat from every intense session, made her wrinkle her nose in distaste.

Painting required immense patience and a talent she felt she lacked. Singing was too much of an effort to even open her mouth. So that left instruments as her sole option.

After all, being the daughter of the prestigious Ellis family, she had to have some sort of skill to uphold the family’s reputation.

Initially, the cool allure of the guitar caught her interest, so she learned to play. Once she got the hang of it, the allure of the violin caught her eye, and she went on to learn that, followed by the cello. A period film sparked an interest in the zither, and later, the elegance of the piano made her bring one home.

Though it might seem she was a jack-of-all-trades, master of none, the Ellis family genes blessed Cicely with a sharp mind that made her quite adept at each instrument in the room.

She glanced around the room, taking the path of least resistance to the piano, and sat down. Bored, she slammed a note, the somber sound echoing her mood.

A few discordant notes later, she half-heartedly played an obscure melody until the setting sun cast an orange glow on the white piano, signaling it was time to stop.

Back in her room, Cicely checked her phone—it was past five with no calls or messages. Throwing herself onto the soft bed, she stared at the phone for a while, her finger hovering over the call log and messaging app, hesitant to contact Seth after their last encounter. She feared running into another of his cold rebuffs.

Finally, she tossed the phone aside, buried her head in the pillow, and clutched its sides tightly.

who could make Cicely so cautious and wary. Another like him? No

in the evening, with daylight still lingering, Danielle was down to her last two math problems. Kane, the “whiz

taken Danielle’s notebook with an unspoken grace, scanned the problems, and within minutes, his pen revealed the correct answers with a flourish—clear, concise, and

“Got it?” he asked.

his explanation surprisingly clear and nodded in

problem and wrapped up the

works.” On the

table before standing up, holding the book he had been reading halfway through.

of disappointment washed over Danielle, but before she could

it? What if Danielle still

her lip, realizing if she hadn’t understood, perhaps the session wouldn’t have

just gave Kane a chilly, mocking glance and said, “Didn’t you

triumph fading to irritation. He turned to Danielle, “What’s

and carefully bookmarked it in her textbook. Though she had wanted to tell Seth she didn’t understand, she now felt too embarrassed to say anything. After

to prove herself dumber than a fool, was she? Though she knew there was jest in the air, it still

to its rightful spot on the

[Sent the help off for the afternoon. I’m at The Rusty Anchor, come join me for

no intention of replying as his gaze paused on the name below

that once suggested elegance and serenity, now burdened with

next to her clean profile

Danielle just ending a call, smiling at him, “Patty

Danielle, used to his temperament, hurried after him. No refusal meant tacit

wisely went

as Patty wished. An hour passed around the table until Patty could no longer bear Seth’s growing

household at

silk pajamas, hugging a pillow on the couch, engrossed in a variety show, with

that Cicely needed her warm milk before

the household servants naturally went to greet

two rarely exchanged more than a few words, and Cicely merely glanced at her before turning back to

Danielle’s bag, but she refused to hand over her textbook, not even setting

Danielle, your dinner was

“I’ve already eaten.”