The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Though they had seen much of life’s harsh realities, the children at the local orphanage couldn’t fathom the depths

of darkness that might dwell in the heart of a seven-year-old girl who had just lost her parents.

Serana kept to herself, a solitary figure in the corner, quiet and well-behaved in class, and equally so during recess,

watching the others play with an expressionless demeanor, like a still pond devoid of life.

Perhaps they sensed a kindred spirit in her, or maybe it was pity, or a thick slather of curiosity, but from that point

on, Boyd had someone else woven into the tapestry of his childhood.

From then until now, Serana had become a thread running through the narrative of his life.

In their daily interactions, Serana was the picture of innocence, speaking in gentle whispers, looking at people with

sincerity and care. Even as the years passed and she grew, she never changed – tender and fragile, yet brave and

stubborn.

Outwardly, she seemed as delicate as a glass figurine, always needing protection, yet she fiercely tried to prove her

strength, insisting she didn’t need anyone’s care and could even protect others.d2

Such a girl was irresistibly endearing – tender and attentive, pure and kind, brave, stubborn, and resilient.

Like her long, dark hair, the number of people drawn to her grew day by day. And it was true what they said – girls

should have long hair.

Yasmine was beautiful but frosty by nature. Others kept their distance. From start to finish, Boyd was her only

constant, and she never felt lonely. At least, not until she suddenly realized what loneliness was and found that

certain things had become inevitable.

Boyd’s time was no longer solely dedicated to her as he began to learn deeper subjects beyond the basic

curriculum.

Companion? She had never considered Boyd’s presence as companionship before.

But when did it start? It wasn’t when Boyd’s time began to scatter, leaving more for Serana.

Was it from the moments they shared meals together, or those occasional breaks when they sat beside the flower

beds?

Or when they planted a lily bulb together, one digging a hole, the other tenderly placing the bulb inside?

never felt it

began to irk her. And in their

even hostility towards

at Angel’s Haven Orphanage noticed too, whispering behind their backs, but she never

refute them.

knew

did it

the garden bloomed exceptionally beautiful, and the two

appeared so harmonious.

found the desecrated lilies, and realized something

a captivating sight at Angel’s Haven

and stems snapped. Such an act

orphanage, and the

by the garden, holding a

her too, uprooting the seedlings with

frightening, like… like when she looks at Serana,” a

know that. The lilies were planted by Serana, so it must’ve been her,”

another.

accusations piled up, but Yasmine

merely added extra seeds after Serana planted, knowing the germination rate was

she thinned them out

concepts and blamed her

frustrating and laughable.

garden, picking up petals with tears streaming down

but the children’s naive and ignorant gazes

concern.

feelings about Serana. There’s no

to conclusions based on the children’s words,

all, the lilies thrived mainly because

was dropped for the time being, and

reprimand for the culprit.

the scene of the “crime,” seemed indifferent to the

craft class, he paired

long table, as Serana was

paper, greeted him

been carrying – a surprising

grown accustomed to.

and out fluttered colorful petals. One book

of

felt

his eyes serene but his lips curved in a casual smile.

up all those flower

regarded her with a detached gaze, standing by the table, not

those eyes seemed to hold a universe of secrets, now veiled with

seem to care much about them,”

let out a light

picked