The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Noah’s body jolted, his gaze froze in an instant.

“Come on, Noah, don’t let Ella’s sacrifices be in vain. She wanted you and the Trettons to be okay. Just do it for her.”

“Where did she go?” Noah spoke as if Jon’s words had never reached his ears.

Jon silently stared at him.

Noah clenched his fists, his thin lips quivered, a ring of red encircling his eyes. He persistently repeated those few words. “Where did she go?”

No response came, his hoarse voice repeating the unchanged phrase. “Where did she go?”d2

Jon’s eyes shut almost in resolution.

Noah’s adam’s apple bobbed, “Dad, I’m begging you.”

Jon suddenly shuddered, his eyelids fluttering before snapping open.

“Ella did nothing wrong, it’s all on me. I’ve let things spiral into this mess. How can I live with myself using her life as a stepping stone?

“I can’t do what you call letting go, that’s not letting go. Dad, I can’t let Ella leave. There’s no one else in this world who’ll love me like she does.

“I know I messed up, but letting her go is an even bigger mistake. I need to make it right. I need to take care of her. I can’t stand the thought of her being with anyone else. What if someone breaks her heart?”

Considering the possibility, Noah’s throat worked violently, his voice ragged beyond recognition. “She loves me. She must be heartbroken without me. Dad, she must be crying right now. I have to find her. Dad, please.”

Jon slowly opened his eyes, wincing as if stabbed by the thought. His son, once proud and strong, now knelt before him, a picture of desolation and desperate pleading.

Ella was crying. Yes, she was crying.

Despite her calm expression during their last encounter, her eyes were red, her voice trembled, and every word she spoke seemed to exhaust all the strength in her body to restrain the emotions on the verge of collapse. So, he left just to give her space to vent her emotions.

She must be crying now.

He still couldn’t forget the profound sadness seeping through her stubborn gaze. Nor could he erase the image of her bending over in pain, clutching her chest, as he looked back after walking away. Tears, unstoppable, slid from his eyes.

“It’s all your fault… all your fault…” Jon gripped his cane with all his might, his trembling voice breaking into sobs.

“If only you had shown half of this resolve from the start, Ella wouldn’t have suffered so much. It’s all your fault. You hurt my Ella, forcing her away from me time and time again. You don’t deserve Ella, Noah. You just don’t.”

Tears streamed down Jon’s face, and the butler rushed to his side for support.

Only now did everyone understand that Jon had been holding up all this while.

Worried about the Trettons, concerned for Noah, but even more for Ella, Jon didn’t want anyone to be hurt, yet in the end, that was exactly what happened.

Jon was torn. Back then, he didn’t object to their relationship, yet not optimistic about it either.

Putting aside their familial connection, Jon didn’t think Ella being with his son, a man cold and calculated, concerned only with profit, was a good thing. But who knew Ella would harbor such deep feelings for Noah?

Moreover, the current situation was crafted by his own son, deemed clever by everyone.

“You’re the last person who deserves forgiveness. It’s all on you.” In a sudden motion, Jon raised his cane, striking Noah again and again with unforgiving force.

Noah’s eyes shut tight, teeth clenched, silently bearing the relentless beating.

The commotion drew airport staff, who, after failing to intervene, could only watch as the cane fell repeatedly on the man kneeling on the ground.

The onlookers grew in number, but Jon showed no sign of stopping. It wasn’t until the butler saw blood oozing from the corners of Noah’s mouth, his dark shirt gradually soaked, that he anxiously grabbed Jon’s hand. “That’s enough, sir. If you keep this up, he won’t last.”

Jon thrust away the butler’s hand with a forceful swing, the finely carved boxwood cane snapping in two.

A collective gasp rose from the crowd.

Noah, unable to hold back, groaned, a cough bringing up more blood.

“It’s because of you. All the hurt is because of you. You’re the least deserving to be with her. My Ella, so kind and sweet.”

Jon tossed aside the broken cane, the butler steadying him, his arm trembling uncontrollably. “Get out. Just get out.”

Noah’s throat worked, the metallic taste suppressed, as he staggered to his feet, gripping his knee, his search relentless and nearly obsessive. “Where did she go?”

“I won’t tell you. If you can find her, do it. If not, it just proves your bond was never meant to be.” With those words, Jon had finally spoken his piece.

Noah nodded, silently moving past his father, weaving through the crowd, and entering the airport lobby. His steps went from shaky to erratic, then purposefully striding, searching desperately for something in the vast hall.

His assistant caught up from behind, and Noah grabbed his arm like a lifeline, his voice tinged with urgency. “Help me find her, quick. Help me find her.”

The assistant was inwardly shaken; today’s Noah was something he couldn’t have fathomed. “Mr. Noah, please, take it easy. I’ll check the counter for Ms. Ella’s flight. Just please calm down.”

paused, a moment of clarity

finding Ms. Ella’s whereabouts. “Mr. Noah, please have a seat. I’ll go check now and come back as soon as I have any

noticed a bloody imprint where his arm

the wrath of a tempest. The dark fabric of Mr. Noah’s shirt was stained with the

that moment, but one thing was crystal clear to him. Ms. Ella’s words to the

beating his son, his pride and joy, to death for someone with

did the man, who supposedly fell victim to her calculations, would rather be beaten to death upon learning everything and still kneel

taken on the mantle

information on Ella’s flight. The country she was headed to was nowhere near where she

would she hop to another nation upon landing, switch to different means of travel, or perhaps even end up in some godforsaken corner of the earth? Might she even contemplate something as drastic

panic

The assistant relayed this to Noah, who shot

in the perspiration mingling with the pallor of Noah’s face, the pool of crimson below, and the blood still dripping from his arm,

was resolute,

a sigh, the assistant pulled out his phone to check the

*

Noah being nearly beaten to death by Jon had everyone in a tizzy. In the era of instant digital news, it was impossible to ignore the headlines screaming across every

a sordid affair with her uncle and announced she was leaving the Tretton

was Noah’s pursuit to the airport, where his father confronted him outside the terminal,

on video, adding fuel

the Tretton family’s adopted grand-daughter

at a diner before she met with Rebecca. Linking the timing and events,

pretending to be a saint

like she was deliberately provoking Rebecca at the coffee

and her uncle, considering the family had already

grand-daughter isn’t the heartless traitor she was made

*

railing of the airport café’s second floor, Cicely propped her chin on her hand, her slender fingers tapping idly on her cheek as she watched the two men

on the calm, handsome man opposite him.

Cicely’s delicate face. His lips parted, his voice carrying a

down at her cup

to try the airport

the

the cup, holding it gently in his, a soft punishment hidden

has Chloe been

being bothered

“In truth, her antics barely affect me. It

the words, turning her hand within his, her fingers brushing his palm playfully. “You think we’re

world’s most unsuccessful

that woman even

coerce him into meddling in the Tretton family affair, even dragging Cicely into the mix

influence to stir the pot for the Tretton family, and now

Seth’s expression darken, Cicely tugged at the corner of her mouth. “I see you look troubled. You really would’ve stayed out of it if she hadn’t ‘threatened’

“Is that so wrong?”

“What if I said I didn’t believe you’d

“I’d be

him, and that was more than enough to make

“And?”

he won’t die on a plane to B Country, but he might die

say anything

*

next flight to B Country was fully booked, and not even Noah, with all his wealth, could convince a single passenger to give up their seat for any

back and forth, his complexion shifting from a pale, sweaty pallor to a flushed, sweat-drenched red—a clear sign that his

wasn’t until his assistant mustered the courage to touch his forehead that the scorching heat transferred to the palm sent a shiver down

me. Keep an eye on the departure board. Make sure they keep

was waning, his voice barely audible and his lips, cracked and pale, were beginning to

loomed closer and no news of a canceled ticket came, Noah, against his assistant’s advice, took matters into his

one budged, no matter

assuring him that they had contacted their people in B Country to monitor

the car when his tall figure suddenly collapsed.

*

single day. Before Noah was whisked from the terminal to the emergency room, Rebecca had reached out to

matter—perhaps seeking an answer for herself, or maybe looking for a reason. When Rebecca found the answer, she laughed mockingly, yet felt a wave

had faced the media that

I was escaping a failed romance, and he was avoiding someone

found true love, I could leave anytime. He even gave me the right to initiate the annulment. Because of

someone as outstanding as him, marriage was never a necessity. He feared the consequences of his feelings so much that he was willing to use marriage as a shield.

loves someone else. He simply found his love before me. If it wasn’t him today, it might