The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

“Ms. Cicely, could you please go check on Mr. Diaz?” Charlie asked, with a hint of desperation in his voice.

Cicely narrowed her eyes, her frown carrying a chill. “I thought after all his efforts, he was over it, ready to let me go.”

Charlie swallowed hard, the comely man’s eyes reddening before her. “Yes, Mr. Diaz thought so too. Ms. Cicely, he’s been back from abroad for over twenty days now. He hasn’t shown up around you, has he?”

A tight sensation gripped Cicely’s chest, her fingers curling slightly. After a long silence, she turned her head aside. “So? What’s wrong with him?”

Clutching his fists, Charlie slowly said, “If you go, maybe then we will find out what’s really going on with him.”

Cicely spun around, her gaze piercing as she stared at Charlie. Seconds later, she let out a scoff. “You think it’s fun to play me?”d2

Charlie took a deep breath, his eyes closed. “Do you really think I’d leave my work, and risk my paycheck, just to play a trick on you? Ms. Cicely, you’re the apple of Mr. Diaz’s eye. Would I dare to play you?”

*

Charlie drove Cicely back to her mansion, her expression colder than the frost on a winter’s window.

“He gets you to play the sympathy card just to bring me back home?” she questioned, her tone icy.

Without a word, Charlie drove past the grand gates of Cicely’s Mansion and into the adjacent, more imposing estate. He opened the car door for her, and at the entrance of the villa, a man stood waiting. As she approached, he strode forward and gave her a thumbs-up.

“Well done! I’ve never been so enlightened,” he said with a mix of sarcasm and awe.

Cicely frowned at the burly man before her and took a step back. “What’s this about?”

Kane sneered, turning to admire the splendid villa. “The house is grand, the decor lavish, but it’s all wasted on that asshole living alone.”

Cicely’s brows knitted even tighter. Kane’s crude language was grating to her ears. “Kane,” she warned.

“What? Is it just my language you can’t stand, or do you not like hearing Seth called an asshole?”

Cicely’s expression turned icy.

Kane took a deep breath. “I’m amazed. To think he’d drive himself to the brink of death over a woman.”

Cicely’s fingertips trembled slightly.

“Go inside. Could you at least check if that idiot is still alive?”

Usually, Seth was as cunning as a fox, not swayed by hard or soft tactics, except for Danielle.

In the end, it was all a facade.

What they said about Danielle being the one he held dear to his heart and soul was all a lie. He was just deliberately deceiving a woman’s feelings to make her a willing blood bank.

His methods were damn despicable.

Even if Danielle was a heinous woman, she didn’t deserve this. He should’ve kept things separate.

How did he convince himself to become such a despicable person?

And now, after all his wrongdoing, he suddenly wanted to be a good man. How idiotic.

“Ms. Cicely,” Charlie interjected, pulling her from her thoughts.

She glanced at the villa and pursed her lips. “You two are his trusted assistant and best friend. I doubt my presence will make things go your way.”

Kane suddenly turned, his frown deepening as he looked at her, then he kicked the car beside him in frustration. “For heaven’s sake, just try, okay?! What do you want me to do, get down on my knees and beg?”

Kane was known for his carefree, wealthy playboy antics. No one had seen him this crazed or grim.

Her trembling fingers clenched tightly, the pain sharp in her palm. Without another word, she stepped into the villa, Charlie and Kane following.

The familiar design, furniture, and decorations were all her doing.

The living room was empty.

“He’s upstairs in the master bedroom,” Kane said from behind her. “He’s been locked in there for seven or eight days now. At first, he was dealing with business matters, but these past few days, he’s shut down completely. Not eating or drinking, acting like a lunatic.”

Cicely was called over without any clue of what had happened. Now hearing this, all she could do was frown deeply. “Not eating or drinking for seven or eight days?”

Kane’s face was grim as he gave a dark laugh. “He’s been worse, locked away for a month once, surviving on glucose. He’s tough.”

Cicely’s heart clenched, her eyes trembling before she looked up at Kane. Her lips parted as if to speak, but no sound came out.

Charlie glanced at her, then after a few seconds of silence, took a deep breath and suggested, “Ms. Cicely, I’m sorry we called you here on such a short notice, but now that you are here, maybe we could talk first.”

Cicely’s brow twitched involuntarily. “Talk about what. I don’t want to know too much.”

“Perfect, because I’m curious to hear what’s to be said. Let’s all listen.” A deep, steady voice came from the entrance, and everyone turned to see Damon walking in with Chloe.

“Damon! Chloe!” Kane greeted them, though his enthusiasm was lacking.

Charlie nodded respectfully as well.

Cicely’s face paled, her grip on her purse tightening as she instinctively stepped back, her desire to flee obvious.

on Cicely since entering, and upon seeing Cicely’s reaction, Chloe’s eyes flickered slightly. Standing beside Cicely, Chloe looked into her eyes with an intensity that seemed to hold her captive. “You followed Charlie here today, so you must have some idea of what’s happening, right? Charlie said Seth’s not doing well, and you

quivered, a flash of vulnerability crossing

came here to lend a hand, right? You

in front of Chloe. It was pointless. She knew Chloe was sharp as a tack, a woman who’d weathered many storms. Chloe had

her eyes for a moment and then slowly nodded. “Alright.” Cicely gave a wry

words had struck

even hoped he was doing well. So her words came off as bravado and denial to the

breaks your hearts. You’re anxious for him to find forgiveness here, as if my not forgiving him makes me heartless. So, you think, compared to him, I’ve had it easy

silence for

couch. “If you don’t wanna hear it, just go upstairs and bring him

Chloe grasped his

She was supposed to bring him down? Nobody told her she

a

and he tried everything to spring her from jail, but then all news of her was locked down tight. Ms. Cicely was determined to

media had a field day, claiming he was the one who had her locked up. The online backlash was relentless. I

the funds for Diaz Tower’s rebuild or to repay the bank

“Later on, Mr. Diaz sold the Diaz

eyes flickered involuntarily, and her poised figure on the couch

a hefty price due to its prime location. But it was nowhere near enough to rebuild Diaz International or pay back the bank. Mr. Diaz worked tirelessly, wining and dining, ending up in the ER several times from

when the Ellis family had a shake-up. Some shareholders banded together, trying to oust the Ellis family from power. Between the overt pressure

utter chaos. What I’m telling you is just the tip of the

thought the incident with Ms.

on unchangeable facts or a woman who despised him. He was always composed, never mentioning you, even indifferent when others did. I thought getting past that chaos without a scratch wasn’t a bad thing, but two months later, when things started settling down, he began to withdraw, staying away from the office, eventually shutting himself in his room. At first, he was

I thought was transition wasn’t. He just hadn’t had the time to think about you. Then it hit me, Mr. Diaz fought to keep Diaz International because you wanted it; he intended to present it to you as a wedding gift. He fought for the Ellis family, ignored C&P Entertainment, let it

he was thinking, locked away. Was it guilt over your father and Isaac’s deaths, or was he feeling your prison sentence was your way of getting back at him, proving how much you hated him? Or was he still figuring

month, unreachable. If Erik hadn’t fallen

same posture as before, but now utterly drained. Her gaze was hollow as she stared at the spotless coffee table. In her clasped hands, now clammy with cold sweat, her fingers twitched

Damon frowned. “You didn’t knock

last time. No sooner had I finished speaking

by Ms. Cicely, including that

silent, five people lost in their thoughts,

Ms. Cicely isn’t in the mood to hear more. But this time, I think the reason behind all this is still Ms. Cicely. Recently, Mr. Diaz had me lift the travel ban that had been placed on her aunt. Ms. Lana has been back for a couple of weeks, and Mr. Diaz

was a tug-of-war within him; he wanted her free yet didn’t want

emotions battling within

years ago, it was Erik who suddenly became seriously ill, and Seth

what about this time? There wouldn’t be another illness, nor any desire for someone else’s blood. So,

much thought, Chloe agreed with Charlie’s approach. It

her head still lowered, and her expression unreadable. Chloe couldn’t say anything;

Cicely, waiting for her to make

was the most impatient, and seeing her unmoved, his brow knitted tightly. “Cicely, you’re just going to sit

her eyes, her face a mask of calm. “He’ll come out for me, right? And then what? To prevent this from

Kane blinked.

“That would be

over

fell open, and he gave

“You think

his mother died out of her obsessive love and hatred towards your father. If we must talk about grievances,

words gave Cicely pause, then she scoffed mockingly, “Mr. Harper sure has a way with

important thing is to choose what makes you happiest. Why trap yourself in the most torturous path when there’s a brighter, more liberating choice? Only fools would

slowly fading. “All of this started because of his mother. My dad never loved her, and

to go to prison voluntarily; you could use your suffering to get back at Seth. Don’t be surprised if others lose their sanity over emotions too. You could keep this standoff

Cicely’s eyes trembled fiercely.

to judge others’ affairs, let alone offer such leading advice. But Damon’s words were

for a comeback, but found none. “If you were him and Chloe was me,

or deceive. Any tactic is fair as long as she’s mine, and by my side as I wish. What’s right? Getting what I want is right. Letting her go, torturing myself like he’s doing

Had Damon developed a

make Kane crack a smile.

stunned by his rhetoric and then slowly turned

get to where you are today. Besides, I wouldn’t give him up to any other woman. The one I love and cherish

into his large, warm palm. “What a coincidence,

to go to prison, did you have any doubts, or were you certain that no one in the world could love him

moment to compose herself before she let out a derisive snort and

such a powerful duo. I can’t argue with you

spun around and marched

*

bedroom door, Cicely gazed at the closed barrier before her, not moving an inch forward. How could they simplify and beautify their words so

in a bedroom for over a month

Kane, who had been sneaking glances, could stand it no longer. He strode forward and rapped sharply on the

Cicely sighed.

response. Behind the door,

a collection of potent spirits were on display. Seth slumped against the bed, one leg bent, his arm resting on his knee and his head buried in the crook of his elbow, motionless. Even Kane’s

series of knocks echoed again. They were gentle, rhythmic, but soft. Still, Seth made no

passed, and then a voice, tranquil as water, seeped through the

man on the floor, who had been utterly still,

his head, staring blankly into the empty room, his dark

illusion? She

“Seth, open up.”

for just a moment before pushing himself up with the help

just as she did, the door swung open. Her kick met air, and she stumbled

her composure, Cicely straightened up and looked up into the weary, disheveled face of the