The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

“You see, this is just how bad of a person I am. Isn’t it really awful to trample on your sincerity like that? So, do you

still need to apologize to me?”

Serana bit her lip, defiance etched across her face, but tears betrayed her, streaming down her cheeks. “I didn’t

mean to,” she whimpered.

“Yeah, I know. So you don’t have to beat yourself up over it,” Yasmine retorted, her voice was cold as steel, yet

somehow, it sounded almost like comfort.

But how could Yasmine offer comfort? That was simply impossible.

Yasmine hooked the corner of her lip up in a smirk, stepped back, and glanced at the crushed petals on the ground,

letting out a soft, mocking chuckle. “Still, you really should think about it. Sometimes, your guilt trips, they’re

nothing but a hassle for everyone else.”

In response to her words, Serana, amidst the sadness and grievance, felt more perplexed than anything else.d2

Yasmine’s impatience flickered across her eyes. Talking to Serana was like talking to a brick wall.

Boyd stepped closer, “Before you go around playing the blame game, maybe you should take a good, hard look at

yourself. People are scared of you, and avoid you. When something goes wrong, you’re the first suspect. Ever

wondered why?”

Yasmine’s gaze lifted from the trampled remnants to Boyd’s face, her eyes twinkling with mirth but not a trace of

warmth.

“Why indeed? Maybe because I fancy myself a lone wolf, too proud to see any flaws in myself,” She said, the smile

on her lips growing more pronounced. “And yeah, everyone’s afraid of me, they push me away, and when trouble

strikes, I’m the scapegoat. Sounds to me like it’s all my fault.”

Her words left Boyd realizing he’d misspoken. He pursed his lips, ready to try again.

“I’m just saying, it wouldn’t hurt to be aware of this stuff sooner rather than later. I’m worried if you keep this up—”

“Oh? And how long has this ‘condition’ of mine been around? If I needed a wake-up call, what were you doing

before? Why wait until today, when I’ve made your darling cry to enlighten me?”

She glanced at Serana with a cold sneer inside, “So, I guess I should be thanking Miss Serana here, huh? Without

her stepping into the line of fire, I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of your heartfelt concern and advice.”

As Yasmine stepped toward Serana, Boyd blocked her path. Yasmine paused, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze.

but he had the height

“Yasmine, you’re too cynical. Serana’s just a

enough to be

for calm. “Can’t you stop being so aggressive? I get that you’re sharp, and

through a lot, but

cunning, you mean.” Yasmine interrupted, her laugh chilling. “Same speech, different

pretty clear on some

“Yasmine.”

here, what could I possibly do to your precious? You think I could take you in a fight?

limits.”

“I would

Maybe one day, if

want to kill me.”

deep breath, dispassionately broke the gaze,

grab

the twisted pleasure of

one shoulder, Yasmine stood next to Boyd, her eyes shifting between him

Yasmine forced a

to kill me after all.” With those words, Yasmine headed for the dining

door.

silent, and Bryson, standing at

director seemed to snap back to reality and

today is Yasmine’s last day here at Angel’s Haven Orphanage. Let’s all congratulate

our care and starts a new life with a family of her own. We hope she

productive member of

few teachers, no one else had realized what happened.

couldn’t care less, her slim figure passing through the doorway with Bryson following, his

exuding deference.

“Yasmine’s leaving?”

And the way she’s acting, it

Was she waiting for us to finish celebrating

is pretty nice when you think about it. We wouldn’t

though. No more walking on eggshells

no more delicious cake

leave because

“Uh. Not sure.”

clutching at her backpack. “Yasmine,

us if we do not see each other

just going to leave like that? You always

here. To leave under

looking back. “I think

importantly, no one

filled with admiration for Yasmine as she watched her retreating figure.

liked the inexplicable, cool, and elegant aura

gesture, she admired everything about Yasmine, or more precisely, she worshipped

that kind

in place for what seemed like an eternity

against the car door, watching as Yasmine

voice rang out, tinged with a rage—or perhaps some other emotion—that

before.

seatbelt and cast