The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1890

The moment the branch snapped, Yasmine’s heart skipped a beat as if she

were plummeting down a cliffside. But in that brief instant, she felt an odd sense

of relief.

At last, she could shake off Boyd and Serana, those two thorns in her side. Now,

she could breathe easy, no longer needing to trouble her mind over their drama.

It had been quite the headache dealing with them both.

Boyd would be pleased. Serana, the apple of his eye, was safe and Yasmine,

the heartless one, wouldn’t be a sore sight for him anymore.

She wasn’t a fool though. She wouldn’t gamble with her life just to play

matchmaker for them. In this moment, she was determined to survive at all

Enter title…

costs.

Thankfully, it wasn’t a sheer cliff she was dealing with.

However, the fall from the tree to the mountain’s side was significant, and when

she landed, the impact sent a jolt through her body as if every organ had been

shattered. The pain was so intense, she couldn’t pinpoint where it hurt the

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As she slid down the mountain, the thick underbrush and brambles tore at her

clothes, now muddy and ripped. Instinctively, she reached for anything to steady

herself.

At first, her descent was too rapid, and each grasp at stability only led to more

sliding. After several attempts, she managed to slow down.

Finally, gripping a protruding rock, she steadied herself, but the rain had

loosened the stones, and before she could catch her breath, the rock split,

sending her sliding down once again.

washed soil down the mountainside, forming streams of mud

snapped and pebbles pelted her

her clothes were

cuts of all

to fight for her life,

pain, her strength waned. Though

a handhold became too

laugh escaping her lips in the midst

her

sounded like a

had she ever been the saintly

if this was to be her end, at least

behind a noble reputation.

enveloped her, punctuated only by occasional

just when she felt her

more.

embrace, but it was only a

wracked with the same excruciating pain as before,

organs aching.

a metallic

illuminated her surroundings,

of land—likely the base of

moving her limbs feebly

the area. The rain stung

could barely

hand to shield them, lying silently in the downpour, wondering

ever walk or use her hands

drained, hurting, and struggling

wouldn’t give up on her. Nor would the cops. They lived

was whether she’d

an eternity, a light suddenly swept her way, followed by

voice she recognized. “Yasmine?!”

weakly moved her arm,

the person heard her. Yasmine

light finally settled on

rushed over, shocked by Yasmine’s battered

shaken as she helped Yasmine

really fall from

slumped against her,

the mud from her face,

to be the one

back, “Did you

it better than me. If you fell

you could end

weak

The police and Bryson

nearby, hidden away. Let me take you

too heavy.”

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