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.

were the same age, but he had the

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

what, I’m old enough to

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

but Serana is not like

Yasmine interrupted, her laugh

pretty clear on some

“Yasmine.”

here, what could I possibly do to your precious? You think I could take

limits.”

would never hit

a moment, “Who knows? Maybe one day, if Serana really got hurt

want to kill me.”

deep breath,

to grab her

have the twisted pleasure of coming

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

a moment, Yasmine forced a

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

door.

fell silent, and Bryson, standing at the entrance, waited respectfully

snap back to

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

with a family of her own. We hope she

member of

few teachers, no one else had realized

figure passing through the doorway with Bryson

exuding deference.

“Yasmine’s leaving?”

the director just said. And the way

birthday, right? Was she waiting for us

you think about it. We wouldn’t have had such a nice cake

more walking on

more

decide to leave because she’s upset, or

“Uh. Not sure.”

Yasmine, clutching at her backpack. “Yasmine, will I ever

for both of us if we do not see each other

like that? You always said Boyd was the closest thing

here. To leave under

her backpack away without looking back. “I think he’ll be relieved. Finally, no one to

more importantly, no one

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

She liked the inexplicable, cool, and elegant aura that

everything about

that

what seemed like an eternity before it finally

leaned against the car door, watching as Yasmine

a rage—or perhaps some

before.

seatbelt and cast