The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

The craziest thing Ella ever did in her life was that when she turned twenty, bolstered by alcohol, she went into Noah’s room.

Before she was kicked out of the bed, her cheek stung from a sharp slap.

As she was flung to the floor, the word “slut” crashed into her eardrums.

After she hit the ground, Ella was painfully aware that her heart was shattered, lying in ruins beneath her, a dignity pulverized by her own doing.

The air in the room held a frosty chill, oppressive, almost suffocating.

Ella had both hands supporting her on the ground, and her disheveled hair almost entirely obscured her lowered head, making it impossible to see any expression on her face. “Am I really that bad?” she asked, her voice eerily calm, devoid of the expected sobs and trembles.d2

Noah sat perched on the windowsill armchair, clad in dark blue pajamas. Between his fingers, he held a cigarette, its pale smoke doing nothing to soften the icy edge on his face. “Do you even know who you are?” he asked, his voice sharp.

Ella nodded slightly, “Yeah, grandpa’s granddaughter, your niece.”

“So you knew what you were doing. Have you no shame?”

Her fists clenched on the carpet. “It’s just a title, isn’t it? I share no blood with you all. I’m just the girl grandpa took in.”

Noah pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray with force, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “Ella, over the years, the Trettons have given you more than just a ‘title’. Even if it’s just that, you bear the Tretton name. Don’t play those trashy games with me. You really think I’m that stupid? I’d advise you to get over whatever fantasy you’re harboring, or you can just get the hell out of the Tretton family.”

Sitting on the floor, staring at her trembling hands, she couldn’t move.

He’d accused her of playing trashing games more than once. Indeed, she had been playing games. There was that one time when she got too close to another boy and incurred his scolding. She naively thought it was jealousy, so she tried again, only to be met with his repeated scorn for her “trashy games”.

He knew, and in his eyes, she was nothing but a childish clown, deluded and dancing for attention.

“Get out!” Noah’s voice, heavy with anger, crashed down on her like a lead weight.

She blinked her dry eyes, and nodded slightly, using almost all of her strength to stand up from the ground.

She walked all the way to the door before she paused. “The Tretton family has given me so much, and I am very grateful to the Tretton family, grateful to my grandfather, grateful to you. So grateful that I am willing to repay it with my entire life.”

Noah’s voice was still chillingly cold, “I don’t need you to repay it in this way.”

“I know.” Ella almost interrupted him, “I never thought of repaying it in this way. I didn’t think clearly, and I was ungrateful. It won’t happen again.”

Noah didn’t say anything anymore, Ella stayed for a few more seconds, then leaned on the door frame and stepped out of the room, closing his bedroom door behind her.

Back in her room, Ella sat on her bed, hands braced on the mattress, looking around her bedroom. Every corner and trinket spoke of luxury.

She’s an orphan adopted into wealth, treated like a beloved daughter – what more could she ask for?

She’s just being too greedy.

From Noah’s reaction, she was consumed with a sense of extreme ungratefulness. Taking a deep breath, she forced a smile, gripping the bedsheets, reminding herself she had no right to feel hurt or cry. Yet the tears wouldn’t stop. Eventually, she gave up trying to hold them back.

After some time, she pulled herself together and splashed cold water on her swollen eyes in the bathroom.

The next morning, she was awakened by a knock on her door. “Miss, it’s time for breakfast, or you’ll be late for school.”

Without looking in the mirror, she could feel her eyes were still puffy. She took a small mirror from the bedside table and after a silent moment, she said, “I’m not feeling well. I’ve already informed my advisor. I won’t be going to school today.”

The housekeeper asked with concern, “Miss, what seems to be the problem? Shall I have the butler call the family doctor to come and take a look at you?”

“No need,” Ella replied. “I had a bit to drink last night and have a headache now. I just need some rest.”

“Understood. Rest well.”

The housekeeper descended the stairs, and Jon and Noah were in the dining room. “Ms. Ella isn’t feeling well today and won’t be attending school,” the housekeeper informed them.

Jon frowned, “Not feeling well? What happened? Why don’t you call the doctor?”

“She said it was from drinking last night, and she just needs more sleep this morning.”

“Drinking?” Jon’s eyes widened with disapproval as he turned to Noah. “And what kind of uncle are you? Not keeping an eye on her?”

Noah continued his breakfast unfazed, “She’s twenty. A little drinking is fine.”

“That’s fine?” Jon’s voice rose. “She’s got a headache from it.”

Jon’s every word dripped with favoritism for Ella. Noah was used to it. “Maybe she’s building her tolerance. It could help her protect herself if needed.”

Jon was silent, his expression shifting subtly before he finally sighed, “Just make sure you keep an eye on her. She’s at an age where it’s easy to make mistakes.”

responded,

at a delicate age. If something happens, no one can undo

“I understand.”

a hint of impatience in his eyes, Noah set down

Jon resumed eating,

Ella went into Mr. Noah’s

a moment, he sighed, “Ella’s

The butler agreed, “Indeed.”

back to sleep. She stood by the window, watching as Noah, with a coat draped over his wrist, casually opened the

a look that seemed to push people miles away. Even the aura he exuded

when he was with her, he a,ways showed unconditional adoration. She had even believed that he had reserved all his gentleness and

uncle’s favoritism towards his niece, and she had mistaken it

back to bed, called her advisor to excuse herself from classes, and then burrowed back under the covers to sleep. It wasn’t until

was warm and welcoming as he looked up at her descending the staircase, “Heard you were under the weather, so Paul swung by to check

the mention, the man on the sofa stood up and turned, flashing her a smile. “Our advisor mentioned you were ill, so I thought I’d come see how you’re

scratched her head, slightly embarrassed, “Thanks for coming

moment, then chuckled, “Glad to

your tolerance. If you really needed that, what use would he be?” Jon’s playful scolding warmed her

it. Grandpa, it won’t happen

bit yet, Paul, you’ll stay for a meal. If you’re bored, you two can take

her gaze lingering on Jon’s face before

lived now was an old estate on the outskirts of town, handed down from their ancestors. As the city grew and changed, many properties were lost to development and demolition. A century passed, and only this plot

arched corridors and several round gates, they came to a large backyard garden with a

they walked, mostly about school life. They were in the same finance program, of the same age, and their families had always been close. Their rapport at school was solid,

heiress. Or how she didn’t seem that smart, but had somehow

glamorous pedigree but had an enviable upbringing and an academic prowess that

middle, which was part

Bridges

her head,

the remaining two abroad, with the chance to earn dual bachelor’s degrees. And if you want to advance further,

on

“I was hoping we

surprised

me doesn’t mean you’re agreeing to anything else. I just think with your credentials, you’d have no problem getting into the program. It just so happens to align with my own wishes because once

Ella

because of me. Like I said, agreeing to go to Y Country doesn’t mean

the moment and quickly added,

After a few steps, Paul’s voice called out from behind

she turned around. There was a complex expression on Paul’s face, which

were tightly pressed, and after a moment, he said

understand, and soon a servant’s voice

Ella with a smile. “Miss, it’s a fine day, and Mr. Jon is waiting by

She rarely spent a whole day at home and hadn’t played

tea, with several plates of fruit already laid

Ella ran over with a smile and glanced at the chessboard.

not be the sharpest player,

not that bad

me how much you’ve improved.” Eager to play, Jon barely could contain his excitement. Ella

game and show you what

laugh at her enthusiasm. And she did win the first game. He nodded approvingly, “Not

competitive spirit undiminished. “Anyway, I won this time. To beat you, Grandpa,

chuckled, “All right, let’s go another

for the second game, Jon’s tone shifted,

felt a sudden tightness in her

your Uncle Noah scold you

turned ghostly pale; her lips parted as if to speak, but no words

I’ve never liked to force anyone’s hand, including the romantic lives of you youngsters. Unless the person’s character is in question, I wouldn’t interfere. So even if you have feelings for

understand, Grandpa. Thank you for thinking so

under pressure. A silent head shake and a pang of empathy were all he could afford her. “Ella,” he pressed on, “I’m going to ask you again, can you give up on

the night before and shook her head faintly. “I got it wrong,” she whispered. “Uncle Noah has been nothing but

expression even more stern. “Good. If that’s how you feel, then I’ll pretend this never happened. And from now on, I won’t allow such things to occur

scooped out half of her heart. She knew the outcome last night, but hearing it from her grandfather today made it suffocatingly

understood that her grandfather wanted to crush her hopes completely. Though it was harsh, she also knew that he probably wanted to spare her from future

and Noah lived in a convenient city villa, suitable for the

was to return to the

would drop Ella off at school on his way to work, and they’d stay

didn’t come home last night. The next day, Ella was driven to school by a driver arranged by her

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