The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Phoebe’s cheeks flushed a soft pink. “No, that’s not it.”

Angie kept silent, her eyes crinkled with a knowing smile. Despite the playful banter, Angie felt a deep tenderness for her dear friend.

Phoebe, the second daughter of the prestigious Alonso Corporation, should’ve had an easy life, pampered and carefree. However, beneath the glitter and glamour, her life bore none of such characteristics. She was always in the shadow of her sister Wendy, and the Alonso family lavished all their attention and affection on the elder sibling, leaving Phoebe to grow up almost wild.

No one noticed when Phoebe excelled academically, no one cared when she was bullied, and no one was there to comfort her when she was sad. That guy was the only one Phoebe had ever really opened up to, and even those memories were pitifully few.

Phoebe couldn’t forget the genuine happiness and longing in her heart every time she mentioned him. He was someone who could make her cry on purpose, only to turn around and buy her a lollipop, coaxing her back to happiness.

Their encounters were few, but Phoebe remembered one long-ago summer under a towering oak tree when that cute boy had told her, “When you’re bullied, just cry. Don’t hold back the hurt and the tears. It’s only when you cry that they’ll stop picking on you, and others will notice you. And it’s only when you cry that I’ll know it’s time to give you a lollipop.”d2

Those days were limited to that one summer. Still, those memories were enough for Phoebe to cling to through many subsequent summers.

However, the boy who told her to cry never knew that since that summer, Phoebe had never tasted another lollipop. And no one ever cared enough about her tears to give her any attention or comfort.

Phoebe was naturally reserved, gentle, and even a bit naïve. It was only around Angie that she’d let loose, occasionally showing a quirky side and a penchant for mischief. Anyone could see she was the kind of girl who seemed to need protection and a sense of security. She was like a crybaby who couldn’t handle any wrongs done to her, but tears were rarely seen in her eyes. She hardly ever let them fall.

Tears wouldn’t bring her that lollipop.

“Phoebe,” Angie’s voice broke through her reverie, “I heard there’s a new café-bookshop hybrid that just opened nearby. Even our professors say it’s a good spot. There’s a seminar coming up. How about we check it out? I heard they’ve got several cozy themes going on there.”

Phoebe’s interest piqued. “Sounds great.”

The two strolled side by side toward the school, oblivious to the blue Lamborghini nearby whose window rolled down, the man inside watching them before driving off.

Exiting the bookshop later that afternoon, Angie and Phoebe were still buzzing with the pleasant atmosphere they’d left behind.

“This place is quite a find, isn’t it? I haven’t enjoyed reading in such a relaxed environment in ages. What did you think?”

Phoebe nodded with a smile. “The selection was great. I even found a book I’d been searching for.”

Angie looked proud. “This chain’s been around for years. I heard it was started by Chloe’s mother, back when she was in college.”

Phoebe was impressed. “That’s amazing.”

Angie nodded, “You know the saying, ‘Like mother, like daughter’? Seeing how successful Chloe is, it’s no wonder her mom is impressive too.”

As they walked and talked, Angie received a phone call requiring her to return home. Phoebe knew the Harper family had been through some tumult but didn’t know the details. Angie hurried to the waiting car, her expression troubled.

After Angie was gone, Phoebe continued toward the school alone. She hadn’t gone far when a striking blue sports car pulled up beside her. She shifted aside warily as the window rolled down, revealing a young woman draped in faux fur and sporting a chic makeup look.

Phoebe recognized her from the school. This woman was known among some students for her flashy style and the rumors that she had a sugar daddy.

“Hey there,” the woman greeted.

“Can I help you?” Phoebe replied, cautious.

They had no real connection, but the woman looked puzzled and turned to the driver. A face familiar to Phoebe then leaned out.

“Phoebe?” he greeted her with a grin.

Phoebe’s eyebrows knitted together, her wariness intensifying. “Mr. Grayson?”

Grayson couldn’t help but chuckle at her guarded demeanor. “No need to be so formal, Phoebe. Call me Grayson.”

Phoebe didn’t have a favorable first impression of him at the hospital. Now, it seemed that he probably had toned down the mischievous air he displayed in the hospital.

Casting a glance at the woman in the passenger seat, Phoebe couldn’t think of anything positive to say about Grayson. He was the epitome of a playboy.

Thinking back to the lies they spun at the hospital, as Azriel’s girlfriend, she couldn’t possibly show any displeasure towards Azriel’s buddy today.

“Heh,” she forced a laugh, “What a coincidence.”

Hop in, I’ll give you

declined without hesitation. “I’m actually heading

“Get out

pouted, protesting

icy, “Get out

gathered her shopping bags—each one emblazoned with a designer logo—and left, casting a lingering look at Grayson. “I’ll be waiting for your

noncommittally before turning back to Phoebe,

And from the look of it, he wouldn’t take no for

left something back

and then I’ll drop you off at home.” This time, he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out

“Well, thanks,

“Anytime.”

Phoebe braced herself and got into the car. “Let’s just skip the school and head

soft laugh, “Sure thing. Where do you live these

seemed

was quick to bring up Azriel whenever

the car for a moment, “You’re

chilling tone in Grayson’s voice, “Is there a

glanced her way with a slight smirk, “No problem. Just surprised that Azriel moved

forced out an awkward

I treat you to something to eat

to head back

Well, how about a

Phoebe furrowed her brows.

think you’ve got the wrong idea about me, Phoebe. I should really explain myself, and I hope you’ll give me the

have no

“Don’t you?”

was at a loss for words. The man just didn’t take a

regular haunt for Grayson by the looks of it. As they approached, a server

much ado, Grayson instructed, “Find us a nice, quiet spot

leading them through a maze of corridors to the

in dark hues with a simple yet luxurious feel—definitely a quiet and refined spot. Even the

“What’s your poison, Phoebe?”

“Lemonade.”

the server

familiarity with the place,

took the opportunity to really look at Phoebe. He hadn’t paid much attention the day before with Azriel around. She seemed like a young girl who

Phoebe in looks, brains,

never heard of him getting close to a girl, let alone

my grandfather’s student. We’ve known each other for

eyebrow, his gaze narrowing, “You’re the

go to the same school with Azriel? Were you also one of my

became somber,

out that Azriel really was her grandfather’s

“And you’re currently a…?”

“Well, second-year grad student.”

“A chip off

Grayson seemed to lose some of his edge. They found common ground and chatted idly for over half an hour, but Phoebe’s guard stayed up. Grayson seemed moody,

untoward happened. They talked, and Grayson drove her home, leaving Phoebe feeling like she

*

was unlikely to come home that night. Phoebe was taken aback by the

which left Phoebe feeling strangely choked up. She went upstairs, trying to shake the discomfort, but spent

to make breakfast, only to

really hadn’t come home. She

butler had already arranged a

car

against the car, only to be bombarded with a purse being hurled at her, followed by

in to separate them, confronting the raging woman, “Miss, why are you hitting someone out of

woman snapped, her makeup-perfect face twisted with fury, “She dared to seduce