The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

A shiver of ice threaded its way through Cicely’s being, chilling her to the core. She rose from his embrace, her freshly dried hair cascading over her shoulders. Her natural, uncolored locks made her complexion appear even more luminous. “What are you getting at?”

Seth stared at her with an inscrutable gaze, his dark eyes betraying none of their secrets.

“I want to be with you, in every way possible. We should live under the same roof, sleep in the same bed, and Hugo should call me Dad and you Mom. We should be a family, officially. So…”

He paused, then continued, “Can we get married? Will you marry me? Can I marry you?”

Cicely blinked, momentarily lost for words. Her mind was a whirl of kitchen knives, blood, and emergency rooms.

“I don’t want to wait anymore.” Seth’s tone was even. “So is it true that if I pay back Issac’s life, you’ll agree to marry me?”d2

Cicely stared at him for a long time, wanting to scoff, but her lips merely twitched. “Am I going to marry a dead man?”

Seth pressed his lips together, “Let’s have the wedding first.”

“Have the wedding and then have me play the grieving widow? I’m telling you, Seth, that’s not happening. If you die, I’ll move on with Hugo and remarry immediately.”

A shadow crossed Seth’s brow, a chill creeping into his gaze. “Try remarrying, and see what happens.”

“What does it matter to you if you’re dead?”

Seth let out a cold laugh, “If you dare remarry, I’d turn the underworld upside down just to come back and find you.”

Cicely caught her breath, instinctively inhaling sharply. “You’re insane.” Anger turned her face ashen, her breathing uneven.

Seth simply pulled her close, guiding her to sit on his lap. “So, did you just agree to marry me?”

Cicely furrowed her brows, “Are you dreaming?”

“Weren’t you talking about remarrying?”

Cicely hesitated, “Were you serious just now?”

Seth’s voice was husky as he kissed her cheek, “Yeah, I want to marry you.”

Cicely looked down, her delicate face tense, “I was talking about Issac!”

Seth didn’t reply, burying his face in the crook of her neck with a soft “hmm.”

Pushing his hands away, Cicely drew back. “That’s enough.”

Seth watched her impassively, his voice deepening, “Enough of what?”

“I said it’s enough.” she reiterated coldly. “You win, okay? I can’t stand to see you hurt or dead. The thought of you in surgery had me scared to death. Is marriage what you want? Fine, I’ll marry you.”

“Damon says the most important thing in life is to be comfortable. Grandpa says the dead will never be as important as the living. Everyone thinks I’m being melodramatic, tossing and turning until I nearly lose you to know fear. They all live so freely and clearly, each one convinced that you love me more than anyone else, dropping hints left and right to make me let go.

“Yes, they’re right. I’m being ridiculously sentimental. I’m holding on to my righteousness too tightly.”

Seth listened quietly, his hand soothingly stroking her back, his expression calm. “Though I dislike others meddling in our affairs, and even less so that you were persuaded by them to be with me, I’m still grateful. As long as there’s a reason for you to be with me, no matter who says it or what they say, I’ll accept it.”

Cicely clenched her fist.

Seth looked up at her, “When you said you still loved me, I was happy, but that was all. You loved me three years ago, yet you still left me. Now, I just want you with me. I don’t expect your love; my love for you is enough. But if your love for me is a reason for you to stay, that’s all I could ever ask for.”

She closed her eyes as her lashes trembled slightly. He’d said too much. More than once, he expressed his determination to be with her.

Before, he would never speak of it, but now, he feared she wouldn’t understand. Some of the words were so honest that one would love them and hate them.

She said she loved him, and to him, it was just a pleasant thought. If he only said pretty words, it wouldn’t be him, and she wouldn’t believe it.

Honesty often grates.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

Cicely continued, “I’m new at this, not as enlightened as they are. Right or wrong, stubborn or obsessive, it’s fair for them to point things out. But it’s not like I have to agree with everything they say.

“It’s not about forgiveness. I don’t pity you, nor am I compromising because you’re relentless. I don’t have time for convoluted thoughts. I simply want to. I want to make my life better. I still love you, and I won’t fall for another man. I can’t share a bed with another man, let alone… you know. I don’t want to live like a widow at such a young age. You’re rich, powerful, capable, and you love me to death. By being with you, I have everything to gain.”

“Get married?” Cicely echoed, then nodded. “If you take good care of me, provide for me, and can handle my tantrums and mood swings, then I’ll marry you.”

Seth’s caressing hand paused. Cicely looked at him, “What? Can’t do it?”

His eyes darkened, “That’s it?”

“That’s what?”

“Keeping you happy, affording you, and handling your mood swings.”

Cicely raised an eyebrow, “Not enough?”

He pulled her close, his voice muffled against her neck. “Ask for more. Demand more. Otherwise, I won’t feel secure.”

“I’ll think of more later. If you’re insecure, then don’t marry me. Let go. I want to sleep.”

Cicely reached out to push him, only to be held tighter. Seth’s low, husky, dulcet voice coming from the crook of her neck. “I will.”

“Oh, are you still bringing up Issac?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Then I won’t marry you.”

He hugged her tighter, “I won’t mention him.”

Cicely’s gaze softened, “Let go, I’m tired.”

Seth hesitated, then held her gaze without letting go, “You napped this afternoon.”

“So?”

“You’ve been abstinent for two months. Do you need me to take care of you?”

Cicely stiffened, her face flushing a sudden red as she pushed him away and scrambled onto the bed. “I don’t need it!”

“It’s been two months…”

“I’ve been fine for three years. Get out, Seth. You’re still injured, you must be out of your mind.”

Seth turned and followed her, “I can find other ways to help you.”

Cicely burrowed under the covers, her voice muffled but tinged with irritation. “If you say that again, get off the bed.”

*

The next day, while Cicely was still nestled in the cocoon of sleep, the news of her impending marriage to Seth had swept across the internet like wildfire.

Ever since Seth had parked himself at her place, she rarely had the chance to make Hugo’s breakfast. It wasn’t that she was shirking her duties, but with Aunt Lana and Seth falling over each other to tend to Hugo, sparks flied, and she figured she might as well bow out. It meant more freedom for her.

When she awoke, Seth was nowhere to be seen. She stretched languidly, propped herself up against the headboard, and lazily reached for her smartphone on the nightstand.

When she skimmed through the news, her drowsy gaze sharpened at the sight of headlines blaring about her marriage to Seth.

She headed downstairs for a bite. Seth must have timed her descent perfectly, because the moment she appeared at the top of the stairs, there he was, waiting. “Take a seat in the dining room. Breakfast will be ready in two.”

Sitting down, Cicely leaned on the table, watching Seth bring out breakfast from the kitchen. “Everyone online is talking about us getting married. Did you do this?”

“To ward off any hopeful contenders.” Seth slid into the seat beside her, cracking an egg and peeling it for her. “You don’t like it?”

She shook her head as she picked up her utensils, “Not at all.”

Seth fed her the egg, bite by bite, until it was gone. Then she spoke up again. “Let’s just get the marriage license sorted, no need for a wedding.”

Seth’s gaze darkened slightly, and he reached for a napkin, meticulously wiping his fingers. Silence settled over the dining room.

Cicely had finished her breakfast and set down her fork that Seth stood to clear the plates. Suddenly, she said, “Being together is what matters, right? It’s just a formality. It’s not that important.”

Seth paused with the dishes in hand, waiting for her to finish. “They’re the same wedding planners you hired back in the day, you know. They didn’t think you found weddings unimportant then.”

Cicely hesitated, not expecting him to move so fast, to have already contacted the wedding planners. “Back then, I was young and full of vanity. I wanted a wedding that was grand and exquisite to announce to the world I was marrying you. Now, I think…”

“Cicely,” Seth cut her off, “no woman doesn’t want a wedding.”

She smiled, “Chloe didn’t have one, did she?”

Damon would let

Chloe. He’d rushed back for their engagement party, so of course, he wouldn’t let

just don’t want the fuss. Everyone knows we’re getting married. We don’t need a ceremony.” Cicely was firm, her heart

“I’ve already started planning.”

Her tone left no

silent for a long while before finally

dejected figure stirring

a moment, she followed him into the kitchen and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. “Let’s go

tensed, his gaze fixed on the

our place.” Her concessions, an obvious attempt to soothe him, were clear. “Did you wear

towel, dried his hands, and

smiled, “I’ll shop

was rare for Seth to see Cicely smile like this in his presence, her eyes soft and filled with smile. He couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss her

*

the registry office was swarming with reporters. Their probing questions came fast and

people to protect Seth and

Diaz, congratulations on

where will the ceremony be

the media be

happy occasion. But Seth seemed somber, his face devoid of joy even though he’d just remarried

for the well wishes, but a ceremony

you didn’t

didn’t waver, “The wedding isn’t what’s important. What matters is that

silent Seth, finally realizing that he was genuinely unhappy. Sensing the mood,

news of their license and the absence of a wedding spread far and wide. Many expressed

looking forward to Ms. Cicely’s wedding, expecting unparalleled luxury, a

we all? A beautiful bride, and a handsome groom,

with them back together, a grand wedding was back

saving her wedding dress. Maybe she’s afraid of stirring up

The conversation dwindled.

then were hazy, but it was a big deal, and it had cost someone

*

want to see

Seth was at the office, and she had time to spare to visit Chloe. To

seas of corporate strategy had honed his ability to exert an overwhelming force whenever he spoke, especially around her, where his words seemed to bear down with an

coddled and praised her whole life. If you’re all sweetness and light with her, she’ll just assume you’re supposed to

laying out the

Even married,

your choice about the

weddings?” Cicely snapped, seizing the rare opportunity to take

of your concern?” Damon’s

you maybe also stay out of my business? Whether I want a wedding or not,

I enjoy meddling in your

My wedding is none

from my tree desperately needs to be picked. You hold a

want to offload that rotten

to me, but apparently priceless to you. Are you sure you don’t want

right away, yet his tone left her speechless. Few dared to question Damon’s words, especially when he said something held “priceless” significance. She couldn’t imagine anything

“Keep planning the wedding.”

protested, “I don’t want

what you want. I’m determined to get rid of that thing,

going to do? Chain me to

glanced at her dismissively,

lump in her throat. Then she watched,

agreed to the wedding. Keep the arrangements

Cicely was speechless.

tossed something at Cicely. It was a sleek,

She was stunned.

displeased. If he can’t do it, he can just give his life back to me. Saves me the trouble of looking

“Is that

was

was in the corner, playing piano with Hugo, fully aware of the commotion in the living room but kept her

the pistol on the coffee

*

agreed to a wedding. Cicely’s mood was erratic as she absentmindedly scrolled through her phone. “Curious about what kind of surprise Damon has in store.” Each word seemed to

wedding doesn’t need to be over the top. No need to go abroad. Let’s have it in

“Okay.”

*

bill of health, and the wedding day finally

the arrangements were to Cicely’s liking from

out entirely. Every road was cleared from eight to midnight, though no one spoke of how it was

mood, and went straight to the bride’s dressing room at the hotel, flopping onto the bed to continue

stifling a yawn. The makeup artists hesitantly approached to do her makeup. Once done, they

frowned, stood up, clutching her robe, and asked, “Is that

wedding dress hasn’t

hadn’t expected that everything would be meticulously

she was never meant to have

the regrets that felt even more poignant today, it all seemed to have been in

longer. Mr. Diaz wouldn’t have planned such an elaborate wedding to mess

restless and suffocated by

there was a knock at

“It must be the

the delay. May I

only Ms. Cicely and Mr. Diaz’s wedding in this

makeup artist was frantic; time was

“Alright, thank you.”

approaching the inner room, overheard the conversation and

Her heart clenched.

looking for a wedding dress for her, and

promised

It couldn’t be. It was probably just

at her wedding. He had

the wedding dress bag, beaming as if she were the bride. “Mrs. Diaz, the wedding dress is here,

neutral, and walked into the room

into the bridal suite, their hands delicately cradling the wedding gown like a precious relic. They knew that the dress chosen for Mrs. Diaz’s wedding would be

dress was adorned with diamonds, draped with chiffon sleeves, traced with silver thread, the train cascaded down

beautiful bride the world has ever seen,” one of the stylists murmured, awe coloring

is

blow

heard such exuberant praise before, but now it seemed to lack the same joy. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate the compliments; every woman did. But the slight tinge of regret was

dropped to her reflection in the mirror, and she took a deep breath, curving her lips into a sweet,

has regrets.” She told

cherishes you more than life itself. You are, and will be, happy. Let the past be the past, along with its regrets. The ones who love you wish

exhaled a long breath and turned

eyes fixed on the wedding dress being held aloft by two assistants. Her emotions fluctuated wildly from surprise to anger, to sorrow, to vulnerability, and finally to the brink

cling to the standards of the past, or did he believe she loved this dress so much back

was nothing but a

makeup artist stuttered, taken

back to reality. She couldn’t believe Seth would make such an arrangement, for their shared memories were even

But this was…

thoughts ground to a halt, her mind taut as a bowstring. After a long moment, she suddenly burst out of the room, clad only in her robe, flinging open the door of the hotel suite. There was no

artist chased after

artist’s voice, she turned, a mix of hope and agitation in her

Her voice broke, heat rising to

him.”

shoulders with a nervous urgency. “What did he look like?” In those beautiful, anxious eyes swirled boundless hope and

could. “He was quite handsome, expressionless, probably

her world buzzing, her legs nearly giving way

A white suit…

on her face as she slowly covered her

be him? Was

“Cicely…”

striking woman in a soft green sheath dress, her makeup light and refined, her figure delicate and graceful, her

eyes and spilled over. Her lips quivered as she ran to Cicely and embraced her, burying her head in Cicely’s chest, sobbing in a way

reeling from her own emotions, was touched by the woman’s outburst but

Cicely whispered

her eyes red

smiled slightly. “Congratulations, you’ve become a

everyone had grown. Just seven days earlier, at the International Pine Forest Film Festival, Emiliana had won

blushed slightly. “I would’ve been too ashamed to face you

Danielle, Seth boldly recommended Emiliana overseas. He provided the learning and film resources, always supporting Emiliana

initial reservations about Seth, Emiliana couldn’t let such an opportunity slip by. Now, with her swift