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

somehow, Serana began to irk her. And in their routine, she’d find herself

hostility

Haven Orphanage noticed too, whispering behind their backs, but she

refute them.

she knew it

did it start,

lilies in the garden bloomed exceptionally beautiful, and the

appeared so harmonious.

found the desecrated lilies,

captivating sight at Angel’s Haven Orphanage. Now,

and stems snapped. Such

and the investigation

days after planting, I saw her by

the seedlings with that

her gaze towards the garden was frightening, like… like when

lilies were planted by Serana, so it must’ve

another.

accusations piled up, but Yasmine just

Serana planted, knowing the germination

grew too dense, she thinned them out so the

these simple gardening concepts and blamed

frustrating and laughable.

knelt by the ruined garden, picking up petals with tears

even more displeasure at Yasmine, but the children’s

concern.

Serana. There’s no

conclusions based

After all, the lilies

for the time being, and

reprimand for the culprit.

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

a rare appearance in craft class, he paired up with Yasmine,

Serana

greeted him casually.

carrying – a surprising choice for someone

grown accustomed to.

out fluttered colorful petals. One book after

the petals of lilies, pressed flat and

felt inexplicably

looked up at him, his eyes serene but his lips curved in a casual smile. “I recall Serana was

up all those flower

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

universe of secrets, now veiled with a frosty

don’t seem to care much

let out a light chuckle. “And what, pray tell, should I feel about

stared at her for a long moment. “Indeed, Serana picked them up.