The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Ella directly came to Noah’s office. Her presence had become a regular sight at the company over the past few days.

As she vanished into the office, the staff couldn’t help but exchange whispers behind her back. They gossiped about how she, the ‘niece’, was shamelessly chasing after her young uncle, casting her as some sort of slut, a master manipulator in a game of hearts.

Ella had heard all the cruel remarks, and the online trolls were even worse. Strangely enough, words that once cut deep now seemed to bounce off her without leaving a mark.

Her steps were confident as she approached Noah’s office, where the secretary stood up out of habit. “Mr. Noah’s in his office. Can I get you anything to drink?” the secretary asked.

“No, thank you,” Ella replied with a sweet smile before she turned the handle and stepped into Noah’s space.

Noah was just coming out of his private lounge, fiddling with his shirt cuffs. He looked up at the sound of the door, showing no surprise at her entrance. After all, in the entire world, Ella was probably the only one who could walk into his office without knocking.d2

“Been out having fun?” he asked casually, walking over to the window and picking up his coffee mug from the desk. He was relaxed, clearly enjoying a moment of respite after a busy stint.

Ella closed the door behind her and watched him for a moment, feeling a lump rise in her throat, which she quickly swallowed down. Taking a breath, she walked toward him.

Noah took a sip from his mug and noticed Ella’s unusual silence. He turned to look at her, only to feel her arms slowly wrap around his waist from behind, her body pressing against his. He paused, gripping the mug a little tighter as he glanced down at the hands around his waist.

“Did someone give you a hard time today?” he asked, his eyes still on her hands.

Ella shook her head. “As if I’d let that happen and embarrass you.”

Noah’s lips twitched into a half-smile as he took her hands in his, set the mug down, and turned to face her.

Ella looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Uncle Noah,” she said with a playful grin, leaning into his embrace. “How can I really seduce you?”

He paused for a moment, feeling the warmth of her body against his, his gaze darkening. “Why not try tonight?” he suggested.

Ella shook her head. “Nah.”

He raised an eyebrow inquisitively just as she suddenly rose on her toes and pressed her lips to his. Her kiss was clumsy yet sweet, her tongue tentatively brushing against his lips before boldly seeking entry.

In that moment, Noah’s body tensed, something within him snapped, and he pulled her closer, returning her kiss with fervor and urgency.

Unlike her tentative exploration, his kiss was dominant and demanding, leaving no room for her to breathe. She struggled to keep up, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she tried to match his intensity.

After what felt like an eternity, Noah slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against hers, his gaze lingering on her flushed face.

Ella’s lashes fluttered as she leaned in for more, even as Noah stopped, she continued to kiss him, moving from his lips to his jawline, her actions innocent yet teasing, until she reached the hollow of his throat.

Her persistence stoked the fire within him, and his desire flared as he looked at her with a burning intensity. “Ella, that’s enough.” he breathed.

But she seemed not to hear, playfully tugging at his tie. Then, she lifted her misty eyes to look at him, a kind of inquiry mixed with fear and anticipation. Her intentions were evident.

Noah grasped her hand, his voice a husky whisper, “Are you sure?”

Ella bit her lip and buried her face in his neck, her voice barely audible. “I haven’t. I’m scared, but I… I want you, Uncle Noah.”

Her voice trailed off, but Noah suddenly tightened his grip on her chin. “You haven’t?” he asked, incredulous. Had she really remained untouched all these years with Paul?

Her cheeks blazed with embarrassment. “I can’t be with someone I don’t love.”

He chuckled, clearly pleased. As soon as the words left her mouth, he lifted her into his arms.

Caught off guard, she let out a surprised yelp.

He carried her to the bed, his voice rough with desire, “Save your screams for later.”

As he laid her down, Ella looked up at him with a mix of nerves and excitement. “Does this mean I’ve seduced you?” she asked.

Noah loosened his tie, a dark smile playing on his lips. “You never had to do anything. But I’m not complaining.”

Ella pouted. “You liar, before you would’ve…”

Her protest was silenced by his kiss. When the kiss ended, Ella was disheveled and breathless.

“Don’t dredge up the past,” he warned. “Do you really think I’m an animal who would prey on a barely legal girl, let alone my so-called niece?”

“But I’m still your ‘niece’,” she pointed out.

“Yes, but you’re not eighteen anymore.”

“So…”

“Stop talking, or I might just admit that I’ve been regretting my restraint these past years. Eighteen or not, niece or not.”

Ella’s lashes quivered. “You should be thankful I didn’t throw myself at someone else. They say you never forget your first love, and for a woman, your first time is even more unforgettable. It plants a seed deep inside that this is the man for you, for life.”

“And if that had happened…”

“There’s no ‘if’. Your first love, and your first time, they both have to be me.”

Ella smiled, her arms encircling his neck as she whispered seductively in his ear, “Uncle Noah, I want you.”

His eyes narrowed dangerously.

*

the tormenting pain at the beginning to the heady bliss at the

where, with

Noah quirked a smile, “Come on, pop your head out. I

came Ella’s muffled, soft voice from beneath

brow, “Remember to keep

the room settled into silence did Ella slowly peek from the covers. Her eyes, devoid of shyness or sweetness, scanned the room before she pulled a wry smile and

shielded the afternoon sun, and in the dimness, tears seeped from Ella’s

truly received what she

one’s desires fulfilled.

*

disrupted due to recent

were all business, respectful, speaking only when necessary – despite the inner

eventually noticed something was off. His assistant’s phone vibrated too often, with calls cut off only for a barrage of texts to

odd expressions on the others’ faces became harder to mask. Noah’s frown deepened,

prompted the others to quickly gather their things

Noah’s expression darkened further, but he

“Mr. Noah.”

Noah. The top

word “niece” struck a chord in

topic, the first post was a video from a major media outlet. It showed Ella from the moment she entered the cafe. Her confidence and arrogance were

more intimidating. Even when Rebecca splashed

wasn’t about letting go. This return of yours

yourself into thinking you can have him. You covet your own uncle from a young age, and now that you’ve had a taste of

take pride in front of me? Who could truly accept you two? The Tretton family is nearly being chewed up in whispers. Noah is now a walking target of scorn, and is

response was a resounding

want, I’ll scheme for it if necessary. So what if I seduced him? He fell for it, didn’t he? I got what I wanted, and why should I care about anything else? Will the Tretton family have me

upright, sensible, and

echo

unanimously condemning Ms. Ella for meddling in a marriage, being a home-wrecker.

the assistant could finish,

we do now? In the video, Ms. Ella

phone aside, his gaze never leaving it. After a moment, he spoke, “Remove the

that might cause more

“Remove it!”

“Yes, sir.”

the media platform. As soon as he mentioned pulling the topic, the other end said something that stunned

did you say?” Noah

assistant hung up with a gloomy expression. “Mr. Noah, it seems Ms. Ella has reached out to

that, Noah shot up from his chair and burst through the lounge door. The woman who

flickered across Noah’s face. He stepped out of the office, his

secretaries paused before quickly reacting, “She left shortly

*

a media building, reporters

Tretton girl call

I don’t know what she can possibly

bed. Now I’m thinking her sudden departure five years ago had hidden

long game in the cafe footage? She’s been plotting for at least five years. For someone so young, she’s

brazen she is as the other woman, slapping the fiancée in public.

the girl he raised,

things being so dire. How will she

appearance before

knew that a simple coffee shop rendezvous would make such waves online, courtesy of some nosy onlookers. I thought I had it all figured out, that the object of my affection was finally mine. But before I could relish

interested in her preamble or any

Ms. Ella, are you admitting that everything you said at the coffee

you leave P City suddenly five years ago because there’s more to the story?”

clarify things?” a third inquired, the urgency palpable in

faint smile despite the press’ aggressive questioning. She glanced over them and after

words, and yes, I slapped Ms. Rebecca.

years ago, I did something rash that angered him, and I chose to go abroad. Yes, it’s just as you imagine. After he got engaged, I did something shameless, and he was

with Ms. Rebecca, it’s simply because I took advantage of a moment when he was unguarded, repeating the same mistake I made five years ago, and then forced him to take responsibility. After all, even though he was unaware, it’s still a betrayal of his fiancée, and I couldn’t let him off the

engagement publicly, taking on the roles of a heartbreaker and engaging in an

her. Words like

into her palm, yet her smile

me, and shown me immense affection. Even if I’m ungrateful, I recognize their goodness. Revealing the truth today

Tretton name and causing harm. I don’t seek forgiveness. From now

blinked, flashed a smile, and turned

blocked by the security

hurried into a car, head

The driver, a member of the household staff, had been instructed to

“To the airport, immediately.”

her chest, fighting to contain the sobs that threatened to break through

she had more time to be by his side, but she couldn’t let Noah bear so much. She couldn’t let him

was no better way than to take all the responsibility upon herself. Their relationship was never going to be accepted, with too many factors keeping