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.

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

problems. Kane, the “whiz kid,” had given up silently after pretending to ponder for ages, leaving the floor

Danielle’s notebook with an unspoken grace, scanned the problems, and within minutes, his

“Got it?” he asked.

found his explanation surprisingly clear and

then explained the last problem and wrapped up

the side, Kane had an expression

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

wave of disappointment washed over Danielle, but before she could speak, Kane

it? What if Danielle

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

Kane a chilly, mocking

his triumph fading to irritation. He turned to Danielle,

now felt too embarrassed to say anything. After all, his message was clear—and she had

she? Though she knew there was jest in the air, it still managed to scatter all the

to its rightful spot on the shelf when his

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

his lips tightening, no intention of replying

and serenity, now burdened with the contrary traits of

her clean

phone and stepped out to see Danielle just ending a call, smiling at him, “Patty wants us to join her for

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

wisely went his own

table until Patty could no longer bear Seth’s growing chill, and the gathering finally came to an

Ellis household at eight,

fresh from her evening routine, lounged in pineapple-print silk pajamas, hugging a pillow on the couch, engrossed in a variety

knew that Cicely needed her warm milk before

returned, the household servants naturally went to greet

two rarely exchanged more than a few words, and

but she refused to hand over

Danielle, your dinner

“I’ve already eaten.”